The March of the Army The white jade saddle is newly straddled by a bay horse. The moon is cold after the battle. The iron drums at the head of the city are still shaking. The blood of the golden sword in the box is not yet dry.

The March of the Army The white jade saddle is newly straddled by a bay horse. The moon is cold after the battle. The iron drums at the head of the city are still shaking. The blood of the golden sword in the box is not yet dry.