他绝对是个将军,冲锋陷阵,毫气冲天的那种。他坐定了,姿态威武而雄壮,两道浓重笔直的剑眉下,一双神采熠熠的眼睛注视着你,他在告诉你:他是将军,他是英雄。他的铠甲是蓝色的,戎马倥偬的这几年,他始终穿着那件战袍,这战袍上有霸主的利剑砍下的印迹,有都城血战留下的血迹,也有决战失利留下的战友的泪迹,更有功成名就后尽情豪饮洒上的酒迹,在那个叫申花的阵营里他经历了太多的苦与乐,喜与忧,血泪与豪迈,痛苦与挣扎,他有心,所以他矢志不渝;他有 He is definitely a general, charged in a frenzied manner. He sat down, the mighty and magnificent gesture, two thick straight sword eyebrows, a pair of gleaming eyes watching you, he is telling you: he is a general, he is a hero. His armor is blue, military robbery in recent years, he always wore the shirt, this shirt has the hegemony of the sword cut off the imprint, the blood left behind by the city blood, but also decisive defeat Under the tears of comrades in arms, more gifted fame after drinking splashed wine, in that called Shenhua camp where he has experienced too much pain and happiness, joy and sorrow, blood and tears, and heroic, pain and struggle, he was determined, So he persevered; he has