Chapter 41 parachutist

Two thousand years of wind and sand have blown past A sonorous name stays His hoof beats the silence of the Great Gobi Listen, Huns, the shallows of the weeds The face is yellower than the frightened yellow sand His legend spreads in Chang'an Who doesn't believe it, from Baqiao to Baling His long arms are longer than the Great Wall Hu Qibun can't reach his arms Under the shade of willows, the boys of the Han family are playing with Shan Yu Tai Shigong pointed at his back when he was young The sound of strings is called, and the long arms hug Bite, a strange rock hurts like a tiger roaring

The arrow feathers are shaking gently Parachutist, people arrive first and arrows arrive first Raise your merciless long arms Kill, the eagle archer of the Huns Kill, the pursuers of the Huns Kill, rude Tingwei, you are rude Kill the Qiang people who surrendered Kill, white-haired general, more than seventy battles Zhiyi's long arms hang down