There are farmlands and pastures, rivers in front of the door, mountains behind, coal buried in the ground, gold hidden in the valleys! The industrious pigs stick their buttocks and work happily on the most fertile land. Zhang Erlang, the Mongols are here? Bright knife! The wild boar skin has been killed! Fire the guns! With a sharp kitchen knife, he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: Liaodong is my home, whoever dares to touch it will break his claws!