After drinking ink for several years, I was accompanied by an old man Zhuge who knew everything. I wanted to live a peaceful life, but who would have thought that the bandits are coming, the Japanese are coming, the country is in crisis, and a hot-blooded man should shed his blood. Organize an army, be self-sufficient, fight battles with disparity between the enemy and us, and achieve incredible victories one after another. In the eyes of the people, he is a hero; in the eyes of friendly troops, he is the backing; in the eyes of the enemy, he is the frontier.
Dream!
