Jiang Chengzi was drunk and looked at the sword, dreaming of blowing horns. Give the roast beef to the men, and the band plays the northern song. This is a parade on the battlefield in autumn. The horse ran like a deluma, and the bow and arrow flew like a thunder. It is a good idea for the emperor to accomplish the great cause of recovering the lost territory of the country, and to achieve a good reputation from generation to generation. It happened in vain.