Ming Yang Dominates The World

The sixteenth year of Chongzhen, a true era of chaos: the sound of hooves like rain, the shouts like thunder, the blood flowing like a torrent. The white hair of the mother in the Central Plains, the distant gaze from the spring boudoir in Jiangnan, the night cries of the children in Hunan. The farewell under the willow shade in my hometown, the wide-open furious eyes of the general, the military flags fluttering in the biting wind. ... A wave of dust followed by another wave of dust, the land of Huaxia trembles incessantly under the iron hooves of the Tartars ...

Qin Mu, wielding a treasured sword, swore in the name of the First Emperor to sweep away the dust of the barbarian hordes. Behind him was a large black flag emblazoned with the character "Qin," deep black, cold, mysterious, and solemn, filled with symbols of power and authority. Beneath the great flag, a torrent of black iron surged like a furious sea, reminiscent of the iron army that once swept across the world.

I have yet to fulfill my ambitions while others still suffer, the landscape bears traces of weeping everywhere, kill

Yet amidst suffering, there is also joy; do you not see Xiang Jun serving wine, drunkenly lying across the waves, you should be like this...