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Shen Le's mind reeled for a moment. He cocked his ear toward the impassioned, rugged, somewhat ragged singing in the mountains, almost holding his breath:
Song of No More Dying in Liaodong!
This was a song he had read about in history books—Song of No More Dying in Liaodong!
Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty had exhausted the nation through reckless warfare, launching three campaigns against Goguryeo—what mattered was that he lost all three, each defeat worse than the last.
Soldiers who had enlisted hoping to kill enemies for their country and win glory, along with helpless commoners forcibly conscripted, died in droves and were buried in foreign lands.
And so Wang Bo, the Zhishi Lang, rose up and composed this song:
"If we die in Liaodong, what harm is there in losing our heads!"
Rebel, then!
Rebel against this great Sui Dynasty!
So what if they died at the hands of government troops? It was no different from having already died in Liaodong!
Wang Bo was the first peasant rebel of the late Sui Dynasty. When he raised the banner of revolt, he fired the first shot against Sui rule, and thus the curtain rose on an age of chaos!
To hear this song with his own ears, even if only within the memories of an old object—how fortunate he was—wait!
Shen Le suddenly sensed that something was off. He listened closely to the singing on the mountain, even sang through it once to the beat, then sprang up to the treetops and stared into the distance.
"I'm near Mount Tai... That's right! I didn't somehow end up on Changbai Mountain!!!"
He knew Mount Tai's terrain quite well!
He had climbed it himself!
When he was in graduate school, his advisor had brought them here. They had arrived