In troubled times, people are like ghosts!
The Prince of Daliang Juqu Wushu, with the fierceness of his ancestors' cavalry flowing in his bones and blood, but his chest is soaked with the ink fragrance of Han family classics. He holds a three-foot green spear, rises from the Liangzhou Beacon Fire, and controls the Hexi and Zhenxi regions. The black-armored cavalry emerges from the Helan Mountains like a dragon, and the sound of hoofs shatters the lonely smoke in the desert.
A life full of dust and dust——
The beacons of Qinchuan were destroyed under his horse's hooves, and the Xia Yu and Ding Yi were resounding in the light of his sword;
The thousands of miles of territory of Yan and Zhao were divided in the war map, and the mist and rain of the eight wastelands in the south of the Yangtze River were restored.
Until the shore of Lema Qionghai, looking down, the war smoke of Kyushu has dispersed.
At the point of the sword's edge, hundreds of Hulu tribes bowed their heads and proclaimed their vassal status;
In the direction of the banner, the mountains and rivers of China will be unified again.
Great achievements for thousands of years, as majestic as Kunlun's establishment;
The eternal clouds have swayed into a beautiful universe.
