At this moment, I have awakened the eternal heroic spirit of China

on the screen.

Ning An and Ying Zheng looked at the Han soldiers standing upright even though their faces were haggard, and looked at the Huns below the city, with a smile on the corner of their mouths.

The historical scroll, which was regarded as a battle of miracles by later generations, was dusted up, and a corner was lifted, and it was reversed and looked back in the mighty wheel of history.

Those people were wearing old armor, holding rotten spears, rough hands, numerous chilblains, and a layer of dust on their faces, as if they hadn't washed their faces for several years.

The dilapidated attic, the yellow sand all over the sky, the lonely city in the desert is like an isolated island in the vast sea, hopeless.

These Han troops don't know if there will be reinforcements, how long can they hold on?
Outside the city, corpses were piled up all over the place, gradually stinking and rotting. The Huns were like ferocious wolves, roaring and screaming constantly, threatening the only remaining soldiers in the city.

Many people were already exhausted and their eyes were darkened, but they still held the spears in their hands tightly and guarded the city wall.

After fighting all night, he was exhausted and his body was already overwhelmed.

If it wasn't for the breath in his chest, he might have already lost his breath. When night fell, he would lose his body temperature and become a cold corpse.

They no longer have the strength to speak, the hunger in their stomachs, the yellow sand filled the entrance, the hoarse roars have already ruptured their throats, sometimes, when the hot and salty taste poured into the mouth, they swallowed hard .

Swallowing the hot blood together, it was extremely delicious.

When the Huns outside the city attacked again, these people were exhausted and unable to continue fighting.

But they still tried their best to point their spears at the black beasts under the city, with all kinds of despair and determination to die, they concentrated on the tattered spears and stabbed them fiercely.

puff.

The flower of blood bloomed like a dainty and dazzling rose, and the sky darkened.

The flames of war are everywhere, and the flames of war link the city.

The black mist curled up with the clouds and pressed down on the city wall, making one's heart palpitate.

Even Ying Zheng couldn't help but feel a little moved when he saw this scene. He clenched his fists, his veins showed, and his expression was full of anger.

When a Han soldier was pierced by the Huns, his eyes turned white, he spat out blood, he pierced his body fiercely with a knife, and fell with the Huns beast, Ying Zheng's eyes were moist.

He didn't even let out a scream.

In this world, I have never looked at it for the last time.

The fresh life is gone, and the hot body temperature becomes cold.

No matter whose son, whose father, or whose husband he is, from now on, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, will be buried by the yellow sand all over the sky, leaving behind a simple tombstone, as time goes by, gradually , forgotten, corroded, dissipated...

Seeing that the Han army was getting smaller and smaller, Ying Zheng bit his lips tightly, and Qin Shihuang, the first emperor through the ages, cried.

Yes, the first emperor, who was called tyrannical, cruel, and ruthless, cried.

For the soul of the Han Dynasty soldiers.

My dear, it is the unyielding will.

"I will kill the Hulu!!!"

Ying Zheng's tone was full of arrogance, as if he was born with confidence and convincing, no one doubted his words.

Because, his name is Qin Shihuang, Ying Zheng.

At this moment, he no longer hated, envied, or envied the Han Dynasty. No matter how chaotic, how troublesome, how to inherit, it was his family's business after all.

However, externally, it is different.

Brothers fight, no matter how ruthless they are, they are also members of the same clan, outsiders, and making trouble, damn it! ! !
This is the First Emperor, Ying Zheng.

At this moment, countless people changed their minds.

What is Zulong?

What honor?

Zulong is like this, and Yingzheng is the best explanation.

Seeing the iron-blooded men being pierced through the chest by the Huns, they finally fell powerlessly and died spurting blood.

Ying Zheng's heart was pulled up, it was hurting.

Not only Ying Zheng, but also the audience in front of the screen, they are hurting, their hearts are hurting.

………………

"I'm so sad. I don't know why. Seeing these Han soldiers fighting so hard, my heart feels like being grabbed by someone. I'm twisting, twisting hard, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts to death."

"These are our ancestors, ancestors, although they have not been in modern times, but they are still the role models of our China, the souls of soldiers, without them guarding, there will be no power of a great man, and without the power of a great man, there will be no future generations of China !!!”

"The upstairs said it well, kneel down and kowtow, thank the ancestors for their bloody battles, and leave the fire and glory for my Huaxia. The junior Phantom Zheng Hao thanked all the seniors!!!"

"Kneel down and kowtow, thank the ancestors for their bloody battles, for keeping fire and glory for China, and thank you seniors for coming in late at night, junior!!!"

"Kneel down and kowtow, thank the ancestors for fighting bloody battles, leaving fire and glory for my Huaxia, junior old gentlemen are better than seniors!!!"