The Special Forces Competition During The Ming And Qing Dynasties

The heart is like the vast waters of the Yellow River, spanning twenty years in its meandering course; I ask, who can stand against it

Hate and desire drive the blade forward, how many loyal souls lie buried in foreign lands, what is a hundred deaths in exchange for the homeland

Sighing in regret, words fail me as tears of blood fill my eyes

The horse's hooves travel south while people gaze north, gazing at the grass that is green and yellow, only to see the dust rising

Yet with the green blade in my hand, a single shout transforms the landscape and the winds of the realm

The head is dry, the years are bright. Stepping on the earth, drifting through the vastness. Who commands the boundless, with fierce winds and clouds, raising my gaze amidst the enchanting landscape.