When I was drunk, I read the sword by burning the lamp, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company.
Eight hundred miles away, the people under his command are burning, and the sound of fifty strings turning over the Great Wall. Autumn brings troops to the battlefield.
The horse moves very fast, and the bow is as frightening as a thunderbolt.
Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death. Misfortune happens in vain!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
