He moves quickly to chase the wind to gallop on the battlefield, and his sword drinks the blood of beasts to rise in the world.
Singing with the wind, the autumn wind brings smiles to the people; dancing with the snow, resisting enemies from thousands of miles away, brings health to the people.
The sound of horns was blown to the sky, and the cavalry rushed in and waved their guns to drink Beichuan together; the drums were beaten and the sky was high, and the airships flew through the clouds to overlook the rivers and mountains.
To be continued…
Intention: Times change, heroes end, different paths lead to the same destination