In the human world, there was once a saying: The sign of an immature man is that he is willing to die bravely for a certain cause, and the sign of a mature man is that he is willing to live humbly for a certain cause.

Abhishek Singh is such a man. He was born into a high caste family that shines with glory and is the eldest son of a large family.

He received aristocratic education since childhood and enjoyed the prosperity of the world. A team of up to 45 people served him specifically, just to make his life more comfortable.

Abhishek Singh is the kind of child who is truly born with a golden spoon in his mouth.

However, fate played a joke with him. When the monster-like neighbor in the north came over like a landslide, his country disappeared from the world map after only symbolic resistance for three months.

That year, Abhishek Singh was just nine years old. He witnessed his grandfather, the god-like man, who ended his life with an ivory-decorated hunting rifle on his favorite sandalwood chair.

Then, his uncles disappeared one by one, and then there were all kinds of valuable gadgets in the huge castle.

After elite education, Singh could easily judge the price of every ancient painting on the castle wall and the value of every decorative container on the table. Although this knowledge was meaningless to him, he was still proficient in this knowledge.

Because Abhishek Singh is a genius.

Abshek's father finally withstood the pressure and fled to the countryside with his family, and to the dirty corners where the invaders were reluctant to even look at them.

His father took him to appear and go to various gatherings again and again, and the young Abshek saw all kinds of people.

Some of them had a smile on their faces, but there was a deep despair under their smiles, and some had expressionless expressions, just like the face had become a mask, and some had anger on their faces, but there was a deep mockery hidden under that face.

Although the faces of the party change frequently, they all hold weapons, and they all need the Singh family to accumulate thousands of years of wealth.

Abshek felt that he had learned much more and more practical than he learned in school. He could always tell who was really opposed to the invaders and who were just trying to take the opportunity to cheat some money to manage his own power.

As Abhishek Singh grew up day by day, his father gradually grew old, and the person attending the party became Abhishek alone.

The only thing he had to do was to give out the wealth in his hands, so that these desperate people, those who refused to give up, those who were ambitious, and those who were greedy had enough bullets and medicine to fight for and kill.

No matter how great a patriot is, he still needs to eat and give his family enough bread. This is the only truth in this world.

Abshek had long seen through the true face of the terrifying shadow in the north. It was like a never-ending machine, continuously producing weapons, ammunition, medicines, and food to seize more energy and resources.

Both sides have set a distance that cannot be measured by the naked eye. Even if all the men and women of Abhishek tribe take up weapons, they can only bring some painless losses to the other party.

On this planet, the bloodline represented by Abhishek has completely lost the opportunity to fight for power and freedom, and Abhishek has already seen this clearly.

This deep despair made Abshek unable to sleep every night, and he pondered hard every day, but still couldn't find a way.

There are not people as smart as Abhishek, but most of them eventually perish in this pain.

They were unwilling to admit everything they saw and heard, and finally rushed towards the invaders' walls with passion and despair, and wrote a tragic song for themselves with the final tragedy.

But Abshek resisted it, like the most humble mouse, underground, in the gutter, and in the dirtiest corner, he worked hard to survive, and tried hard to maintain the belief that he knew he could not do anything.

Abhishek Singh had to wait for an opportunity, an opportunity to avoid direct competition with the terrifying shadow of the north, because he knew deeply that in terms of hard power, they would never have a chance.

He will walk out a smooth road like his ancestors, the great Mahatma, with his suffering nation on the thorny ground.

When the colonial plan was launched, Abhishek felt that he had finally seen the opportunity, the opportunity he thought he would have to wait for decades before it would come.

Abshek Singh spent all his family's wealth and fed everyone he could contact with with the wealth of the Singh family for nearly a thousand years, whether he defected to the invaders' fellow tribes or the invaders' local officials.

Abhishek bought his nation a one-way boat ticket to an unknown planet. Even if his future journey is an unknown sea of ​​stars and his nation has suffered a lot, it will inevitably be a pure land of Buddha and there will be no beautiful world of New China.

With his expectations, Abshek embarked on the colonial fleet, entered that magical world, and waited for the end of the journey to arrive.

Abshek hopes that his tribesmen can unite, start adapting from this new world, and work hard for a better life in the future.

The three Singer, including himself, are carefully selected noble bloodlines, and each has his own pride.

He believed that the power of role models would inevitably affect the people around him. Every fellow tribe is valuable and the seed of the future.

He entrusted the Kshatriya Gang to the youngest Singh, Garamchand Singh, and embarked on a journey of finding the bloodline of the same clan with his cousin.

The direction of Abhishek Singh is to head north through the dense black forests, heading to the northern coastal cities, and bringing the wandering children home.

Abhishek was accompanied by thirty-six most brave Ganges warriors, who would protect the noble Brahmins and preach all the way until they returned to the starting point.

Abshek believed that the number of people in the team would inevitably increase with the journey and become more prosperous. In the end, the descendants of the Ganges would become one rope and become a true free man under the leadership of noble blood.

This dream has always supported Abshek, allowing him to overcome all obstacles and be unstoppable.

Until, he encountered a group of green skins using large-caliber gunpowder weapons.

"Great Brahmins, we have suffered heavy casualties! These green skins..." This is the last sentence Abhishek heard before he was knocked unconscious.
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