The Moon Shines on the Long River for Three Thousand Miles

She was in the enemy's main formation, and the deputy general was giving me directions. The yellow sand blurred the opponent's line. Just when I narrowed my eyes to identify, an arrow hit my chest like lightning. I threw my head back in haste and grabbed the tail feathers in embarrassment. The soldiers gathered around and stood in front of me. I lowered my head and saw her name on the arrow shaft. At that time, I was only twenty years old. As a young general, I followed the great Modun Shanyu, while she was still a girl, had not yet made any achievements, and had just arrived in Wacheng. The owner of Wa City is her brother, Prince Xian Molun. Two years later, Xian Mo Lun died in battle. Wa City also became her city. And now, I am standing at the top of the city where she once stopped. It was the thirteenth year of Yongjia, and I had already become the head coach of the Western Expeditionary Army. I silently looked down the city, staring at an old man selling melons, imagining her vision back then, and imagining what I looked like back then. Because I once sat on a horse, dragging a silver spear, with five thousand cavalry behind me, right where the old man stood. At that time, what she saw in me was no gray hair, no ravine-like wrinkles, only youth, only speed, only resourcefulness, and only hustle and bustle. And I still couldn't see her clearly. The silver armor covered her hair, and the sun formed a dazzling ring around her. I could only see her outline and the forest of flags behind her. That was the second time we met. That meeting lasted for three months, until we decided who was the winner, until one became the prisoner of the other. This article is probably a trap. Let's just watch the fun first. When I can't fill it up anymore, I'll shovel dirt for this article.