He, the proud son of heaven, was behind the door, but accidentally drove people across to the west of Fujian at the end of 1934. In the troubled times, he ignited raging flames, organized troops, slaughtered indulgently, and screamed loudly in the flames and smoke. He Blessed by the heavens, he fought heart-pounding battles and escaped from death again and again. He always turned the tide in a crisis and galloped deep into the enemy's rear. Although he was covered in blood, he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: I am...