If my uncle dies, I can join the army on his behalf - that's fine.
The backbone is dead and the boat is ruined - I will take the lead.
Brothers died one by one, and their identities became more and more confusing - I walked on.
Meng Yao, it's not your fault, it's your country that forced me to fight hard.
I don't care whether you are a spy from the Shu Kingdom, a spy from the Southern Tang Dynasty, or a spy from the Southern Han Dynasty... Please, don't kill me and my brothers.
Even if you are my brother.
Don't tear your iron bones in my heart to pieces.
If you insist on doing this——
I would like to transform myself into a broken halberd, spend my life as a soldier, and emerge from the ashes again.