Which great god can help write a poem about the application of important soldiers in tribal conflicts?

In overseas towns and villages, the soft sunshine sheds afterglow.

Workers sleep outside the city, in Jinshuidui City.

Panic is ringing, and the strong enemy is going to die.

Looking at the mountains and plains, the yellow-haired ox helmet.

Archers shoot arrows quickly, and giants punch like hammers.

Skeleton running all the way, bones with Ferrer.

One corner of the city wall was destroyed and the arrow tower was flattened.

The cannon roared and the air blew in the opposite direction.

A heavy smoker, two guns turned to dust.

The angel wind is ahead, and the anti-aircraft artillery shells are behind.

Helpless reinforcements, wild boar back black.

Climbing over the wall is like crossing the door, which makes you sad.

The army gradually disintegrated and sounded the golden bell of retreat.

There are only broken tiles and houses, and there are nameless monuments everywhere.