The desert is filled with smoke, and the generals die in hundreds of battles; in the common streets, the beauties lament in vain.
Advancing and retreating in a controlled manner is ultimately a fool's dream; looking eastward, time urges people to return.
The Han will lose their way back if they fight in chaos and survive; if they chase the enemy for thousands of miles, they will no longer have the spirit of youth.
None of the above!
Nonsensical comedy.
Intention: Life is not easy, the ancients sighed