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Jing Gang Shan
—to the tune of Xi Jiang Yue
Mao Zedong
Below the hills fly our flags and banners,
Above the hilltops sound our bugles and drums.
The foe encircles us thousands strong,
Steadfastly we stand our ground.
Already our defence is iron-clad,
Now our wills unite like a fortress.
From Huangyangjie roars the thunder of guns,
Word comes the enemy has fled into the night.
