"Lying drunkenly on the battlefield, listening to the hoarse shouts, smiling at the world of fire and silver, counting the wind and clouds, but only a few scars, becoming a king and losing a bandit." The blood turned into frost, in exchange for leaving a name in history, and debuting at the top of the family tree.
"In the moment of life and death, the heroism will shine forever
The country is so big, where is home?
Red blood stains yellow sand, youth turns into white hair
Life is just a fight
Red blood stains yellow sand, youth turns to white hair."
Seal the wolf as a surrogate, achieve unworthy achievements, and contribute to the empire! Do your part!
Technology can dominate!
A sharp sword cuts through the mess, and a golden sword accompanies an iron horse.
Pack up the old mountains and rivers, face the sky, and set off again!
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