In the autumn of the third year of Yongping, bandits were rampant in Shu. The female general Xiao Qingqiu defeated the Thirteen Villages with her silver spear, but she was plagued by miasma and rescued Jiangnan scholar Gu Mingyuan on Bailu Mountain Road. The scholar's shoulders were stained with blood and his sleeves hid scrolls. He used "Wei Liao Zi" to manage food and grass, and relied on "Six Tao" to set up strange formations and actually turned the scattered sand-like border troops into iron plates.
In the battle of Heiyungang, Gu Mingyuan proposed the "Seven Stars Burning Forest" strategy, and three thousand soldiers burned the company camp at night. At the celebration banquet, the moon was waning like a hook, the general's armor was still on, and the scholar's ink was still warm, but little did he know that the remaining bandits who had slipped through the net twenty miles away were sharpening their knives. When dawn broke, Xiao Qingqiu returned carrying the bandit leader's head. He saw that the candles in the military tent were still on, the bandit-suppression map spread out on the desk was soaked in blood, and a jade jade was tightly grasped in the cold palm of the man.
For the next thirty years, the handwriting on the grain register of the Southwest Battalion remained the same, and the marching sand table never left dust. Every time there is white dew, I always see General Shining Armor sitting alone on a lonely peak, pouring a pot of strong wine into the loess, and the paper money carried on the tip of the gun is swept to the south of the Yangtze River by the mountain wind. People say that the blood on the paper is mottled, and the word "no regrets" can be vaguely seen.
Purpose: Praise love