That night, I dreamed of a black and dumb dream. The clear water in the east of the Yangtze River was rustling with leaves, and there was a young man in bright clothes holding a whip. At the end of the Qin Dynasty and the beginning of the Han Dynasty, the moon was setting over the cold pass, and the cavalry was roaring across the mountains and rivers. I saw their frail and strong figures, but they did not give up and never gave up.
Jiang Wen is the most confused and innocent young man, with an untouched mind, but he habitually protects himself by pretending to be mature. When he is about to die, he will find that he has reached a dividing point between punishing evil and promoting good, and being cunning and cunning.
It's just that I believe that there will be no lack of passion and faith in the peaceful times or the military in the north.