The military situation is urgent, and there are signs of war everywhere. The enemy is heavy and the acropolis is crumbling under the pressure of dark clouds. At sunset, the armor of enemy soldiers is shining, and at sunset, siege swords and guns are shaking.
The horn vibrates, tearing the sky, flying and roaring, accompanied by the tragic autumn wind. On the frontier fortress, the soldiers fought bloody battles, and the blood of the soldiers condensed into rouge, and the night was thicker.
The red flag is half-rolled, near Xiao, the Indiana Jones flies, the drum is frozen and cracked, the drum is silent and the frost is heavy.
I would like to repay my kindness on the golden platform, holding a sword and rushing forward for the reunification of the motherland!