A long poem or short story about war.

Fuck, Angkor was caught by rhinoceros armour, and the car was wrong.

Cover the sun, the enemy is like a cloud, and the arrow falls.

Yu Ling array in line, left easy right blade injury;

Two rounds of smashing four horses, supporting jade and drumming;

Right time and right place, I will be angry and kill vilen;

If you can't get out, you won't go back, and the plain suddenly goes too far;

With a long sword and a A Qin bow, my head left my heart and I was not punished;

Sincerity is brave and martial, and it will be unstoppable in the end;

The body is dead, the spirit is spirit, and the soul is a ghost.