A poem about the triumphant return of a strong man

Soldiers rode horses across Qian Shan from far away and rushed to the front of fierce fighting. On a cold night, there was a knocking sound in the cold air. The moon was high in the sky, the cold light shone on the soldiers' armor, and there was silence all around. At dawn, the enemy attacked, and the soldiers flew horses to meet them, with swords and shadows, bloody pieces flying, the sound of cold weapons, the cries of soldiers, the sound of fighting, and the sound of hooves. The enemy retreated and the sun gradually rose. Everything is like a dream. Only the bodies of soldiers who died on the battlefield remind people that all this really happened. The generals survived many battles, and the soldiers stayed at the border for decades. Only when they are lucky enough to survive can they retire and go home.