With you, speak not of becoming a lord: one general's success is built on the bones of thousands.
A true man keeps an iron heart until death! Watch me mend the rift in the heavens!
Through a hundred battles, golden armor is pierced by yellow sand. I shall not return until Loulan falls.
A man takes up his sword to repay a kindness; he will not let his life pass in vain.
Who has never seen a tiger brought low on level ground? Wait until my time comes again. One day, when the dragon finds water, I will make the Yangtze flow backward. One day, when the tiger returns to the mountain, I will stain half the sky with blood.
Though countless sails have passed, brothers remain. When we meet, one smile wipes away old grudges.
The rivers and seas stretch ten thousand miles, and the lands of the Nine Provinces are vast.
A life's work comes to nothing in the end; fame throughout the world is but a dream. Fear not that no brave general will remain after death; my loyal spirit will still guard Liaodong.
Who can match my unrivaled might? Blood stains my battle armor, fierce as a demon. With one man and one blade, I roam the ends of the earth. None under heaven can rival my fearsome name. I sheathe my blade and farm in peace, but if anyone dares invade Huaxia, I'll draw my sword, don my armor, and wipe out their entire clan.
The fragrant battle array soars to Chang'an; the whole city is clad in golden armor. Only through sacrifice can the...
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