Holding a eldest brother in his hand, wearing armor,
The chariot wheels are staggered and hand-to-hand combat.
The flag covers the sun, and there are so many enemy soldiers.
The arrows and rain fell alternately and the soldiers rushed forward.
The enemy invaded our position and trampled on our formation.
The left horse died and the right horse was injured again.
The chariot was trapped for two rounds and the horse was tied.
The soldiers raised their drumsticks, and the drums were deafening.
God hates it, too The gods are angry.
The soldiers were all killed and the bodies were abandoned in the wasteland.
Heroes, go here and never give it back to me.
Yuan Yekong. It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan.
Wearing a long sword and holding a A Qin bow,
The head has been separated, and loyalty will never change.
Soldiers are brave and the force is fierce.
Strong and consistent, morale is inviolable.
Although the soldiers are dead, their spirit will live on forever.
Your soul is there. You are called a hero among ghosts and gods.