"Fighting Wu Ge, he is surrounded by rhinoceros armor, and his chariots are on the wrong side (gǔ), so they are fighting in close quarters; the sun is blocked by clouds, and the enemy is like a cloud, and the arrows are falling, and the soldiers are fighting for the lead; the formation is left behind, and the rest of the line is lying on the ground, and the soldiers are on the left. The right blade is wounded; the haze is coming, and the four horses are being picked up, and the drums are beating to support the jade; the weather is full of anger, and the majestic spirits are angry, and they are killing them all, and they are abandoning the wilderness..."
This was originally a sacrificial song in the pre-Qin period to honor the soldiers who died fighting to defend the country. It has been more than a thousand years now, but I didn't expect that such singing could be heard from far away on the vast grassland.
What is the world?
This war, when it starts, is for the world, and when it disappears, it is also for the world.
The so-called world is nothing more than the land you want to get, those names, and the people who bow their heads.