夜深沉。 风冰冷。 我独自站在高高的山岗上,仰望着灿烂的星河。 “咕噜……”--车轴的转动声。“嘀哒……”--马蹄声。“乒乓……”--冷兵器的撞击声。 “轰……”数不清的火花从四面八方窜出,冲向天空,接而一连串地大开花,红的,蓝的,紫的……将大地照得亮如白昼。 沉重而坚定的脚步声由小及大,由远及近,踏着整齐而坚定的旋律,每一步都震撼着我的心灵。终于,一大批穿青铜铠甲、戴青铜头盔的战士从望不到边际的地平线那边,潮水般地涌上来,在山前的那一大片平地上驻足。 --这不是21世纪,这是古代! Night deep. The wind is cold. I stand alone in the high hills, looking up at the splendid Galaxia. “Gollum ......” Axle rotation sound. “Tick da ... ” - hoofs. Ping pong ... “- cold weapon percussion sound. ”HH ... " Countless sparks sprang from all sides, rushed to the sky, and then a series of large blooming, red, blue, purple ... ... will be bright as the day the earth. Heavy and firm footsteps from small to large, from far and near, marching neat and firm melody, every step of my heart shook. Finally, a large group of soldiers in bronze armor and bronze helmets flooded from the unpredictable horizon and stopped on the vast front of the hill. - This is not the 21st century, this is ancient!