The twentieth year of the Republic of China, the night Shenyang fell.
Army Lieutenant General Gu Mingyuan was outraged by the order not to resist. That night, he resigned, took off his uniform, and headed south to Guangzhou.
He wasn’t going back to live as a young master.
He had three things to do: trade his father’s mines for German equipment, use an old letter to find a German friend, and call back his former troops, scattered across the country, with a list of names.
Six years of planning, moving by day and hiding by night. From a division commander without command of any troops to the head of an independent division equipped entirely with German arms.
Some said he was dreaming.
He didn’t care.
Because
The revolution has not yet succeeded,
so comrades must keep striving.
