No Clothes, Yet We Fight

The Xirong and Beidi invaded Huaxia from the south, and the previous dynasty, unable to resist, was forced to move south. A spirit passed down through the generations among our people became all the more pronounced in this turbulent time. The land lay in ruins, the cities crumbled, and families were torn apart. At a time like that, every child of Huaxia would step forward without hesitation, prepared to be wrapped in horsehide and buried among the green hills. That is why our magnificent five-thousand-year history is filled with such bold vows as striking the oars midstream, and with the unyielding resolve shown at the Battle of Yashan. Iron cavalry thundered toward us like a mountain flood carrying boulders, but we, the people of Huaxia, would rather die singing in the rain than live beneath another's roof.