Southern Tang

"I can't control it," Liang Liang slashed hard at the old monk, "You know what? I can't control it anymore! I can no longer control the justice of the family and the country, or the common people! You old bald donkey is willing to sacrifice Jiang Dongliu, who guards the rivers and lakes, and Geng Xinghuo, who stands up for the literati, for the sake of this world, but I can't do it. I can't sacrifice the five hundred thousand soldiers of the Southern Tang Dynasty for this bullshit world!" The old monk clasped his hands together, caught the blade, and called out the Buddha's name, "Donor, can't you let go?" "Bullshit on your mother," Liang Liang's eyes turned red and he roared with a ferocious expression, "It has nothing to do with me letting him flood the world! I want to guard the Southern Tang Dynasty, not for her Dongwu to guard the country. I am guarding my own home! Anyone who offends our Southern Tang Dynasty will be killed without mercy!" "Southern Tang, where are the 500,000 soldiers!" "Here!" "Draw the sword!"