The rivers and mountains are noisy, and the corners have been painted for thousands of years. The sand flows over the blue sea, and the snow covers the windy sky. The bow opens the desert, the sword swings Qilian. The eagle goes north, and the bright moon returns east. Songs cannot describe the golden war and iron horses, and books cannot describe the heroes and heroines. A piece of history is vast in Hexi. Even though we have been frivolous for a hundred generations, China is thousands of miles away, and mountains and rivers still cast bones, and the sun and moon cut gods. ——Inscription There are really a lot of people writing about General Xiao Huo now. I am very, very happy that so many people love my life. I never want to give General Xiao Huo a tragic ending. Although people are mortal, and he did die at the most glorious moment, but that only belongs to merit, not to life. He is still very young. I don't promise not to change history, or in other words, I'm really seriously imagining what would have happened if Huo Qubing had not died (although this is not necessarily the ending)