The ice sculpture company on the bank of Changjin Lake, the fighting spirit is wrapped in snow and clenching an iron fist. It is as solemn as a mountain, with flesh and blood, and the extremely cold smoke condenses.

The generals wept together, and the brass trumpets sounded in unison, destroying the liver and gallbladder. Covering his head with a white scarf and wearing thin cotton, he raised his gun silently.

The besieged jockey just moved forward, gradually dying and half-grave. Talk about Christmas, talk about gratitude, and never hear the dream of purgatory.

The heroes of the East emerged from the snowy fields, and the polar bears turned into dust. The world changes color, rain of bullets blocks the clouds, and artillery fire devastates the mountains.

The trump card is frightened and the blade is broken, and the strange soldiers are interspersed in the enchantment formation. The White House is alarmed and Europe and the United States are in an uproar. Who can turn the tide?

The jockey rushed to the huge ship in haste, and the general's dream fell into the abyss. Hundreds of miles away to annihilate, the retreat is difficult and dangerous, and the walking corpse passes through the gate of hell.

Now that the enemy has collapsed, you can ask yourself how many people are still on the south bank of Qingchuan River. The battle of founding the country comforted Xuanyuan, and it rose to prominence for five thousand years.

Chinese heroes calm down foreign troubles, and the warm sunshine in Kunlun shines on Danjin. The country is red, the national flag is stained with blood, no jackals or wolves will invade us.

The descendant of the dragon is the soul of Yanhuang, and the Great Wall is winding. The full moon guardrail, Yan'an, China, please take a look at the revival.

Behind the final victory is endless losses.