木兰从军3

One red morning, the soldiers and I looked across the mountain paths.

We watched the enemy move closer. They hurried northward to the grasslands where we waited.

Lines of them rode along the mountain paths, eager to fight. I was not eager.

They had more soldiers than we did. How could we stop them all?

My fellow soldiers sharpened their swords, gave water to their horses, and sung songs to keep fear away.

“ How do you think we can win, Hua Hu?” asked a general. I turned.