1. Yesterday, the quiet battlefield in Xiao Feng. According to the determination to swear to death, the moonlight in the sword shadow has a strong flavor of home and country, like a flowing river. It is undoubtedly a sin to keep fresh at the moment I pass the door. I was tied by the rope of the war horse and pierced by the cold armor. Blood is my last wish.
The terracotta warriors and horses that flowed through the Yangtze River and the Yellow River to the Badaling Great Wall were not dyed red, and the soil deposited on the wordless tablet could not be washed away. What's wrong with being born What's wrong with dying? Time has created one image of hero and justice after another. Is it enough to calm those innocent people who are heartbroken in the dead of night?
Don't ask heroes tears, ask heaven! If there is love in the sky, how can there be countless uneven and dirty darkness in the world! Heroes don't know what white people are thinking, so what? Ten thousand people do not lose their heroic dreams, casting swords as plows, and bonfires do not celebrate, turning them into dawn sacrifices to heroes!
2. The fighting continues. The ammunition we had only destroyed our own quality and quantity, but we did not hesitate to give it to each other, so we were captured, from unfortunate capture to glorious sacrifice, extorting confessions by torture, threats and inducements, and many other links.
Needless to say, we survived. The other party had to take out the saved bullets. At this time, the news of reconciliation between the two sides came from the rear, and we were unconditionally released back to our front.