Tales of Jiuzhou: Song of the Frontier

“After this battle, the Central Plains will know three years of peace!” “Speaking of our young Marquis of Liang, clad in white, with a red sleeve drawn like a blade. In an instant, the waters of the great river poured down from the heavens, and clouds from the nine skies hung like curtains. A million barbarians vanished into dust.” What a stirring frontier song, with sandstorms still raging, just as they did in days of old. What a march to war, blood surging with the ardor of youth.