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Eight thousand miles of mountains and rivers have made the world miserable, and there are countless people in exile. The dynasty has been overturned for six hundred years, and the emperor will eventually turn into a corpse. A farmer in ragged clothes, a general in bright clothes and an angry horseman. He was killed in front of the battle with his sword on his horse, and he was a border soldier wearing armor and armed with weapons. I would like to ask who should belong to the rivers and lakes, and dare I ask whose world should belong to the world. Wearing white clothes and blue shirts, wielding swords on the journey to the end of the world, when you become famous, you will never forget your youth when you look back. Grab a pot of wine and look back on the past. Don't put down your sword, why would the general bend his knees?

In the apocalyptic catastrophe, all the glory of the past has turned into a passing cloud. A lot of waste is waiting to be reborn, let's see how the reckless heroes rise up in the troubled times. Human lives are like grass in uninhabited areas, and hidden arrows in safe areas of city-states are invisible. An unknown person, wandering around in troubled times, striving for the upper reaches, turning things around in the bloody rivers and lakes.

Eight thousand miles of mountains and rivers have made the world miserable, and there are countless people in exile. The dynasty has been overturned for six hundred years, and the emperor will eventually turn into a corpse. A farmer in ragged clothes, a general in bright clothes and an angry horseman. He was killed in front of the battle with his sword on his horse, and he was a border soldier wearing armor and armed with weapons. I would like to ask who should belong to the rivers and lakes, and dare I ask whose world should belong to the world. Wearing white clothes and blue shirts, wielding swords on the journey to the end of the world, when you become famous, you will never forget your youth when you look back. Grab a pot of wine and look back on the past. Don't put down your sword, why would the general bend his knees?

In the apocalyptic catastrophe, all the glory of the past has turned into a passing cloud. A lot of waste is waiting to be reborn, let's see how the reckless heroes rise up in the troubled times. Human lives are like grass in uninhabited areas, and hidden arrows in safe areas of city-states are invisible. An unknown person, wandering around in troubled times, striving for the upper reaches, turning things around in the bloody rivers and lakes.