War horses roar in galloping,

Iron hooves chop on the steep slope of the peak;

The swarthy field cannon roared deafeningly,

Straight to the middle palace of the barrier;

The archers shot a burst of air,

Stabilize the position of the camp;

When the world's spear swims out of the sheath and claws,

invincible and overturned countless heroes;

The banner lord shouted loudly,

Wind and thunder,

The road is also taotao,

Gather the guards quickly,

Today it will be called a spear to fall.

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