The snow melts and the ice melts, and we fight in the east of the city covered with frost. The war clouds are towering and the smell of mutton is thick.
We advance and retreat together, we share life and death, and our swords are all around us.
The blood is fierce, the heart is surging, the flames are bright, the armor is heavy, and the dust is long.
Purgatory is empty, and the world is full of ghosts and heroes, angry and angry.
God has his own path, and man has the courage to defy nature. Young people are like the wind, and their ambitions are endless.
The iron hooves are flying, the drums are beating, and the war flags are flying in the sky.
Sadness arose, and suddenly he became angry, burst into tears, and filled with anger.
Laughing makes the white hair grow into a puff, riding the flying rainbow and breaking away from the dust cage. Hit the death knell, see the soldiers, and achieve extraordinary feats.
Looking at the green tomb in the distance, I dreamed of entering the sky and returning home in the middle of the night.
The spear tip picks up the bright red, the carved bow shoots the owl dragon, who is the proud seed? "
--"Six States Ge Tou. Battle in the East of the City"
Intention: Who is the chosen one?
