C262

The wind was like a roll, the sand was like rain, and the hooves of the horses sounded as they crossed the border with the golden spear.

The troops were like the tides of the ocean, the spears like the trees.

The black mass of soldiers, like a sandstorm, came to the Chaoyang City with a mighty aura. The scorching sun was high in the sky, and a fierce wind was howling