N-M Chapter 144 This is gone, only for the eternal life of Xia; this is gone, even if the soul is turned
Chapter 144 This is gone, only for the eternal life of Xia; this is gone, even if the soul is turned
At this moment, Lin Yan half lowered his eyes.
He could feel that in the deep pit ahead, the wind was blowing, and it seemed that something was brewing out of the pit.
Lin Yan did not act rashly.
He could only murmur in a low voice.
"May your loyal souls guard this summer, which has always been plagued by disasters~.
"It's the hope you gave Da Xia! That's why Da Xia didn't perish. Da Xia, an inch of land is lost. You, you should go home-la!!!"
And at the same time.
Capital, Central Tower.
The live broadcast time is now past ten thirty.
The live broadcast has been more than two and a half hours.
It seems that if it continues, it will be normal for more than three hours.
CCTV, the staff in the studio, had red eyes, and the white parts of the eyes were covered with bloodshots.
But everyone was excited.
Because just now, someone looked at the data in the background and spoke loudly.
"The number of live broadcasts on mobile terminals exceeds 25 million, and the number of simultaneous online users is estimated to have exceeded 50 million, or even more... The number of viewers exceeded the 100 million mark an hour ago!
This means that tonight, just tonight, almost every ten Daxia people are watching Lin Yan's live broadcast.
This data has already surpassed the Spring Festival Gala.
This simply made history.
But the staff of the central station were excited and wanted to cry.
The scenes in the live broadcast just now made them break their defenses one by one.
Especially a few, whose hometown is Tianfu Prefecture, after graduation, their jobs stayed in Jingping, and they sobbed directly.
And when they thought that today's live broadcast, the best scene to cry, should have ended.
In the live broadcast, another box came with three hundred suicide notes.
Some staff, afraid that the audience could not see clearly, deliberately typed out the words on the suicide note.
When the audience is watching, they can more clearly understand what is written on the yellowed stationery!
As a result, the staff member cried while fighting.
He seemed to be able to see generals dressed in military uniforms and full of enthusiasm, going to the battlefield to give their lives to the battlefield.
They have a solitary courage, a passion, and the determination that they will never return if they are gone...
They have read many books.
Attended a school specialized in training non-commissioned officers.
But the more so, the more desperate they are.
But obviously desperate, I still want to go.
Obviously desperate, or to die.
Because if they don't go, then there is no real hope at all.
The reason why Tianfu people are going to fight is the blood in their bones.
Tianfu people, go to battle, you can just rest in order to have a comfortable sunrise and sunset. If you are happy, you can set up a dragon gate array in the afternoon. If you are unhappy, you can play mahjong.
Those donkey days don't make Lao Tzu feel better, and Lao Tzu must not make him feel better.
The blood of Tianfu people is very straightforward. It's just a bunch of stubbornness, the kind of stubbornness that is deeply rooted in the bones. If you hit me, I will hit you, and I will hit you harder than you, until you dare not hit me.
You can break my skull and break my hands and feet, but you can't break my waist.
Why fight? Because the enemy is there.
Why fight? Because these bastards won't let us have a good time.
Why fight? Because the roar of the plane doesn't match the hot pot at all.
Why fight? For life.
And those generals...
They were sober, and they knew that a fiery blood might not save Da Xia.
But they were left alone. But they still have more to bear... They have to find a little possibility of victory in despair.
This kind of burden is even more sad.
At this moment, Zhang Hongjie rarely kept rubbing his eyes.
Chen Haoyu on the side handed Zhang Hongjie a bottle of water.
"Master, you are tired.
Zhang Hongjie smiled.
"It's okay, it's nothing, it's just that my eyes are a little uncomfortable. I didn't cry today. When the red souls from Tianfu Prefecture came home, I didn't cry..."
"But those suicide letters... those suicide letters, damn it!!!
Chen Haoyu looked at Zhang Hongjie and opened his mouth cautiously.
"Director, your grandfather was also..."
Zhang Hongjie took a deep breath.
"Ah! Yes... my grandfather was a general who fought against Japanese slaves... After he went to the battlefield, my old man never saw his father again. 35
"My hometown is in Liaodong, and my old man was only brought to the capital by me a few years ago.
"He didn't bring many things with him, but there was a family letter he kept with him. It was my grandfather's suicide note..."
"Mr. Lin Yan is awesome! Really awesome!
"Heroes should be immortal."
And at the same time.
Jingping, in a closed community not far from Central Station.
On the fourth floor of a bungalow, this is the home of Zhang Hongjie, the deputy director of Central Television.
Zhang Hongjie's son has already started a family and went out to work.
Mother passed away a few years ago. His father was taken over by him to live with.
His wife, a doctor, is on the night shift tonight.
Therefore, in the huge house, there is only one old man left, sitting in a wheelchair, watching the TV with tears in his eyes.
The old man murmured in a low voice at this moment.
"The Japanese slaves have already occupied Liaodong. If they want to destroy our Great Xia, let us be slaves to the subjugated country. If the country is destroyed and the family is destroyed, all children and grandchildren have to be slaves.
"But we have a lot of people in Daxia, don't be afraid of him, we all stand up to fight, Liaodong can be saved. Is it not enough for ten of us to fight him alone? It depends on our hearts. We can only rely on ourselves for the current plan. Let's pick up guns, unite as one, and we will be able to beat those evil spirits away!
"Our hearts are united, and we have to have 10 people to replace 1 person. Only then can Da Xia be saved... But we don't have a choice, we have to do it!"
The old man murmured in a low voice.
No one knows what he murmured.
It was his father's speech.
That year, he was originally a scholar's father, abandoned his pen and joined the army, lobbying in various ways, and even persuaded some mountain bandits to fight the enemy together.
That year, his father touched his head and said, "For my father, I want to serve the country from the Rong..."
Never came back after that.
Is his father a ghost?
The old man doesn't know.
But the old man remembered how desperate Da Xia was back then.
And those who knew Da Xia's despair and were willing to sacrifice their lives to die were amazing.
The old man smiled now.
"Hongjie!"
"If you could come back earlier today, have a drink with Daddy. 99
And at the same time.
Suburbs of Tianfu.
in that deep pit.
At this moment, the wind is finally moving.
A wisp of black smoke floated out from the deep pit.
Everyone present, the ghosts, all became nervous.
The emperors of Daming took a deep breath.
Intend to become a dragon soul at any time.
Only Zhu Yuanzhang was still sitting there.
He looked at the black smoke and smiled indifferently.
"Don't worry, they won't come out in a few minutes."
"That group of generals is a group of desperate ghosts. They are even more vicious than the red souls in Tianfu Prefecture."
Zhang Xinyi held up her mobile phone, and at this moment, for the first time, she dared to look at Zhu Yuanzhang.
"Are they...all...so desperate?
Zhu Yuanzhang smiled indifferently.
"Are you all... hopeless..."
"It should be said that in that battle, despair was the norm, and there were only a few times when people in the whole country who were unwilling to be slaves of the country could see a little hope."9
"During the Pearl War, Daxia gathered almost all the elite troops and technical weapons, and after a few months of hard fighting with the Japanese slaves, they lost all of them.
"All the navy sank, it's self-sinking! Because this is the only way to prevent the Japanese slave navy from driving into Daxia along the long river channel. At the same time, the Pearl War also lost almost all the air force..."
"At that time, through cooperation with the Teutonic State, the air force that Daxia had worked so hard to cultivate was destroyed. The troops dispatched from various regions of the country traveled thousands of miles, and just reached the battlefield, and before they entered the battle, they were bombarded by the widows' planes. Fire and ship shooting suffered heavy losses.95
"At that time, there was almost no weapons industry in Daxia, and most weapons were all imported."
"But within a few months of the war, the Japanese slaves used their sea and air superiority to block all the ports in Daxia!
"So the weapons of the Daxia troops are almost lost when one is lost. Many troops are not even equipped with guns. Even if they can achieve the elite of the combatants with one shot, they have almost no heavy equipment. The plane is a bolide that fills the sky... Da Xia Erlang can only fight to the death.""
Zhu Yuanzhang's voice paused for a while before continuing.
"Also, Kunlun Mountains... During the battle of Kunlun Mountains, the Daxia troops used the dangerous terrain in the mountains to block the Japanese slaves for about two years, which greatly boosted the morale of the whole country!"
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"But what no one knows is that the Daxia troops who fought in Kunlun Mountains had to suffer from hunger every day, and sometimes they could only eat a meal for a few days, and even if they did eat, it was just a little bit of poor food, and they couldn't eat enough at all. , let alone nutrition! 55
"Only a minimum survival. At that time, only non-commissioned officers above the regiment could share a plate of pickles with several people during dinner.
"In the Western battlefields of the same era, hand-to-hand combat is almost impossible to see, but on the battlefield of Daxia, hand-to-hand combat often occurs."
"On the one hand, the group of Japanese slaves are sick... In order to preserve their warrior spirit, they deliberately emphasized the use of bare blades, and on the other hand, the Daxia troops had no choice but to engage in close combat with the Japanese slaves due to the lack of guns and ammunition.
"Most of the troops in many places can only fight the enemy with spears, broadswords, and earth guns filled with black earth fire, and most of the main troops use guns handed over from Japanese slaves... But even the main force, each person only has three to three Five bullets, how many heroic Da Xia Erlang rushed towards the enemy with an empty gun.""
"At that time, Daxia had already done everything he could, and even the mountain bandits were fighting against Japan. Many mountain bandits surrendered temporarily when they were desperate, but once the situation improved a little, they immediately became a force to resist the enemy.
"All those magical dramas on TV now, bullshit, are all made up. 39
"In those years, it was everyone who, without any hope of victory, fought hard for 14 years regardless of life and death, and created miracles..."
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"It's a miracle that I can take a bowl and conquer the Ming Dynasty... I even thought that if Da Xia died, I would be dormant for decades, and I would take Da Xia back no matter what, but now The Daxia is very good, really good.39
"A backward and fragmented agricultural country can endure for 14 years against an industrialized empire, which is fundamentally subverting common sense.
"If there really is a god who can create miracles in this world, this god..."
Zhu Yuanzhang's voice paused.
He pointed into the distance, that was the direction of the center of Tianfu, and he was referring to the group of red souls.
"It's them who dare to die.""
Then he pointed to the faint and endless pit in front of him.
"It's them who are obviously desperate and still die generously!
Finally he pointed to the sky.
"It was killed in battle, nearly two million Great Xia Yingling.
The old man's voice was hoarse at this moment.
Looking at the big pit in front of him, he finally got up slowly.
"bring it on!!!
"The generals and souls of Daxia."
"It's time for you, who were so desperate back then, to come out and breathe!"
"Look at today's Daxia, whether it is worthy of your generosity to die, sad and desperate!!
And at the moment when the old man roared like that.
inside the pit.
Dark smoke erupted completely.
A pitch-black Canglong drilled straight out of the deep hole.
The blue dragon is thousands of feet tall, and it is directly cross-legged in the sky.
On Canglong's body, there is a ferocious face.
Those faces were all the spirits of Da Xia who died in battle back then.
Their souls, mixed together, became this hideous dragon.
It's as if they were killed in battle back then.
In desperation, they negotiated with each other that if Daxia really ceased to exist, they would take revenge for Daxia with this hideous attitude.
Just like in the past, they left a new look.
Going to compete with the enemy, let's see how long the Japanese slaves are!
Here to hold the determination to sacrifice, if you can't succeed, you will be benevolent!
Here, in order to strive for the final victory, so that the Great Xia will exist in the world forever, so the success does not have to be mine, I will sacrifice first.
Go here, be loyal to the country, and die as it should be!
This time, if you go and don't come back, you will never go back... It doesn't matter, I just hope that Da Xia is still here. Even if we become hideous ghosts, we will never be able to look back.
And now.
Summer is still here.
When will you know, when will you rest in peace.
Lin Yan is standing under that dark blue dragon at the moment!
The ghost difference method behind him condenses.
His voice came out hoarse.
"bring it on!
"Generals!
"You should be admired in the Martyrs' Shrine, not in this hideous appearance now,
"Come on, generals, Daxia is still here, I'll show you!!!" Wan.