What Should I Do If My Main Body Has a Shadow Clone?

Smiling as we shuttled through the muzzle The sky was full of gunfire and gunfire The hot bullets streaked across our cheeks The winding outline of the mountains and rivers The reflection of the setting sun was mottled The thieves left in the distance so desolately I feel warm Serve a pot of good wine Polish the edge of the knife silently The neighing of the war horse urges me to run Where is the road ahead Can I still stay A roar echoed in front of the battle What is the matter of muddling through br>What kind of humiliation and cowardice Only Yama crawling under the blade The sky is full of yellow sand passing by The cause and effect that cannot be covered The courage to walk between life and death The pupils in the battlefield Anger spewed out wantonly Burned up the abyss and cut through the sky After Ming Jin retreated his troops Stretched out his bloody hand Drank the wine that had not lost its temperature (Commando, charge! ) I looked up at the sky The sky was filled with bright stars But I was thinking about a blood-stained dream Some people bowed to reality Some people walked away in the snow Only a glimpse was left behind. Human eyes The cold wind outside the window is biting The sin that cannot be frozen It has to be solved in the constant fighting The scale of victory is about to tilt The tip of the knife is stained with the blood of sinners Countless scenes again Overlapping in front of our eyes What humble Manchuria What old dream of a great empire Can only be refuted by the swords of soldiers Going here with unfulfilled ambitions Why fear until death Walking in the fields littered with corpses Crossroads Indistinguishable day Indiscernible plots Wasted years and accumulated sorrow A sharp knife cuts through the sky Unstoppable impulse I rush to that bright red dream again

I guess he won't survive a million words