In the first year of the Republic of China, the nation was in decline. Warlords fought among themselves, bandits ran rampant, and wealthy landlords and local bullies took advantage of the chaos to seize whatever they wanted. Various factions ravaged the land like savage beasts. In these turbulent times, the people struggled through misery, and their trust in the national system gradually fell apart.
Behind this distrust were wave after wave of merciless "flash floods," battering the people's desperate longing for a stable life, and pools of filthy "wastewater," as poisonous as tainted liquor, devouring their vitality and hope and leaving only endless sorrow. In the end, the people had lost all hope in this shattered land where they were forced to survive, their hearts filled with despair.
Yet even in this darkest hour, a group of peddlers and laborers dressed in coarse clothes still raised their arms and fought back against an unjust world, determined to carve out a place to survive. With their blood and courage, they hacked a path through the thorn-choked darkness, finally finding a glimmer of light and making their way toward a hopeful new life.