Please read the textbook. How many heroes are there?
People say that future generations of history write, but future generations don't remember ancestral enmity.
Only say that heroes go against the sky and hinder the integration against the trend.
Yue was not a hero, but Ran Min slaughtered everything.
Tianxiang's success in Zhang Huangyan is not as good as that in Shi Lang.
Man, Yi and Hu became brothers, and national integration was the mainstream.
No one remembers the five riots, and Yangzhou bled for nothing on the 10th.
Qing Palace Opera was sung in Taiwan Province, and it was popular in Kangxi and Yongzheng.
Han people are all Hu people's dogs, which are gratifying and romantic.
Qin Gui Sangui played the crown celebration, and now our generation can stand out.
His merger with the Japanese aggressors added a new mouth to the Chinese family.
Open the door and burn incense to celebrate the national breakthrough.
On the yellow land, heroes come forth in large numbers, and one enemy is not afraid.
I'm not afraid, Qiu Bixue. Look at my China blood.
Men's blood is heroic, heroic, and their hearts are iron.
Holding a golden knife and wearing a white jade jue, he was hungry for the beauty on his head and the blood of Luo Cha.
Be immersed in love with children, can't give up, Han Haizhi, only today.
Men walk a thousand Li sword, and a thousand Li chop Hu Jie all the way.
War songs are flying in the Aegean Sea, singing songs to congratulate my Chinese nation.
Tokyo steel knife dance, the knife is stained with the blood of Japanese slaves.
Set up Ban Chao's ambition, keep Suwu Festival, sing Wu Mu Ci, and bid farewell to Xiao Shui.
The leaves rustle, the strong man's blood is boiling hot, and the cold wind is like a knife, cutting a sad song.
He galloped the Tianshan Mountains and swept the pages of the library with a long bow.
The iron boat went straight down to Sydney Bay, and a gunshot broke the night in the North Sea.
The westward journey has been lost, and the big man is like a sky.
Heroes of ping shi vowed to paint the world as China. At that time, * * * will drink Luoyang wine, and the bright moon will be drunk.
When a man is a man, he is violent. Things and benevolence, two don't stand.
When a man kills, he will kill without mercy.
Immortal career, all killing people.
Once upon a time, there were heroes who were loyal and loyal.
You kill people and your body is as light as a feather.
There are also male tyrants who kill people like horses.
Galloping the world, only boasting about swords and guns.
Looking for this kind today is in vain.
Have you noticed, Confucianism rose up, a strong man broke his wrist, and China praised benevolence and righteousness from now on.
Once barbarians invaded the Central Plains, the literati ran to the cowardly people and wept bitterly.
I want to learn ancient customs and revive my heroism.
Fame is like dirt, and those who despise righteousness laugh at it.
Wearing an iron sword, killing in a rage.
Stock trading, drinking and laughing at ghosts and gods.
It takes ten weeks to kill an enemy thousands of miles away.
Turn Zhu Tian naked, married.
Out of the west gate, I looked back at dusk.
God was tired and sleepy, and the horn of war suddenly sounded.
Simon, don't leave your mother. Mom is sad, but not sad.
I have a history, and that person will never come back.
The killing between heaven and earth shocked the Yin court.
Three steps to kill one person, cardiac arrest.
Thousands of waves of blood, thousands of mountains of corpses.
A strong man goes out to war, tired of sleeping on enemy corpses.
I still kill people in my dreams, and my smile reflects Su Hui.
Daughter, don't ask, why is the man fierce?
In ancient times, benevolence only harmed people, and morality was never true.
Don't you see, liger's prey is very famous. Who has pity on this poor elk?
The world has never been divided into strong and weak, even if it is reasonable, it is futile.
Don't ask, men have their own ways.
When a man is a man, he is violent. Things and benevolence, two don't stand.
Men are killing each other, as bold as bears and as bold as wolves.
If you were born a man, you would kill him. Don't teach men to wrap women's hearts with their bodies.
A man never reveals his shirt, but he laughs at his dead opponent.
There are a hundred battlefields in the enemy's field, and I want weeds everywhere.
Men don't tremble, there is a song for you:
Killing one is a crime, and Tu Wan is a hero. Tu 9 million, that is, Xiong Zhongxiong.
Heroes in China, all roads lead to the same goal, see through the thousand-year-old name of benevolence and righteousness, but let this life be full of pride.
A good name doesn't like a bad name, and killing millions goes unpunished.
I would rather teach ten thousand people to hate each other than scold my name.
Looking at the world for five thousand years, where can a hero not kill people?
Our generation is a bloody hero, but can we lose to the ancients today?
A hundred years later? How generous!
My son should strike for me, and I will sing for him.
Wave to the seagulls by the sea and look at the cloud dream in my chest. How about mustard? The more careless Chu is, the more troubled he is.
Life is a matter of justice, and it is a whirling.
Several people smiled at each other outside the dust and got drunk.
Watching the clouds pass by, I'm afraid the years will fly and I'll forget them.
Advise the child to hold a candle for good spring.