The grand rivers and mountains had fallen whilst in the enemy’s clutches. The barbarians regarded the Central Plains’ Hans as worthless swines and mutts, and pillaged, burned, and murdered them at will. The Northern area had been continuously subject to both natural and human disasters without cease — as they marched along the road, they would frequently see many villages destroyed by war and fire, nine out of every ten families left with nothing, and skeletons on the side of the road that had been airing out for quite some time in the wilderness.

If peace could still be negotiated like this, then these blood-drenched soldiers on the frontlines, and those citizens who gazed hopefully southwards for the imperial army all the way until their deaths; what would they all be taken as?