The condor flying on the snow-capped mountains is not afraid of being high-minded and unobtrusive.

It soars proudly against the wind at the edge of the sky. Perhaps it is precisely because of his character that it soars into the restricted area of ​​life. Perhaps it is precisely because of his quality that he can face the coldness of the snow-capped mountains and the violent wind.

fierce.

It is high above, with eagle eyes like lightning! I see! I conquer!

Evil is not terrible. What is terrible is that all kind people are silent about it! Tears cannot wash away the scars obtained from evil, and pleading cannot prevent the birth of evil! Only blood for blood and tooth for tooth are the only ways to deal with evil.

The only correct method!

Excerpted one by one from "The Iron-Winged Eagle". This story is purely fictitious, and any similarity is purely coincidental.

The first line of the poem: The river is red - the iron-winged eagle raises its iron gallbladder and liver and intestines. At the horizon, there is a cold eyebrow.

Sweeping wings, eight wastelands and nine combinations, leaping over thousands of mountains to the north.

The eagle feathers fly powerfully, and all the ghosts retreat; the heroic soul rises and the great powers regret.

Wings spread across the sky, heroic position.

In the concession, people were drunk with music and music.

Twenty-one, men’s tears.

The May Fourth youth roared, splitting the sky into pieces.

Wherever the flying beep sounds again, the dragon city's flying generals and thousands of troops are strong.
Chapter completed!