Sunset Town.
Big Fat Dragon stood on the lakeshore, staring toward the town entrance, where armored soldiers stood like a forest and ten thousand troops were arrayed for battle. The general before them was none other than Ba Wu, Commander-in-Chief of the Three Lands of Lingnan.
Banners bearing the character "Ba" streamed in the wind. All ten thousand armored soldiers wore black gauze around their right arms and held spears and shields aloft, presenting a murderous sight.
"Damn you, Ba Wu!"
The moment Zheng Ningshan, commander of the Haizhou Prefecture Qianhu, saw Ba Wu, he opened with a viciously foul-mouthed greeting. "Your Golden Wolf Tribe has enjoyed imperial favor for generations, and your clansmen have all been entrusted with important posts. Yet today you're helping Great Qian's villains slaughter our Southern Border people. How are you any different from a beast?"
"And you generals under Ba Wu-have dogs eaten your consciences too? This death pit holding tens of thousands of bodies is right before your eyes. Can you men in armor really remain unmoved?"
He roared at the top of his lungs.
Across from him, Ba Wu sat steadily on horseback and regarded Zheng Ningshan with cold eyes. He answered clearly, "It was the Golden Wolf Tribe that enjoyed imperial favor for generations, not I, Ba Wu. Spear in hand and horse beneath me, I spent half my life fighting along the frontier. I owe neither this land nor its rulers a single penny. Instead, once peace came, merit went unrewarded and ability unrecognized. You appointed your cronies, played your games of political balance, and let factions run rampant. That is what you owe me!"
The grievance of being misunderstood, the resentment and humiliation within him erupted like a tidal wave.
Ba Wu raised his horsewhip, pointed at Big Fat