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The moonlight was like water, the cold wind was like blades, and the Qin soldiers guarding inside the cold wind was shivering.

Xie Fei was burning in his tent and reading a book. Regarding the ancient Chinese, Xie Fei had always understood a little about it. Xie Fei remembered that in the later generations, he once saw a song written by the Dog Meat General Zhang Zongchang