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

Dazzling blood overflowed from Ying Zheng's lips, staining his teeth red, but Ying Zheng couldn't feel any pain.

At this moment, no matter how painful it is, it can't hurt my heart.

"Ning'an!"

Ying Zheng turned his head, stared at Ning An with endless anger in his eyes, and gritted his teeth.

This is an angry dragon, a dragon that could make the whole world tremble with a stomp of its head.

At this moment, his anger was like a raging flame, and even the air fluctuated, as if... trembling and fear.

However, Ning An just bowed his head slightly to show respect.

He took out a bitter gourd from his bosom as if by magic, and bit it lightly.

The moment the bitter gourd entered his mouth, he was filled with astringency and bitterness, his expression was slightly distorted, and he frowned.

Ying Zheng watched Ning An silently, wondering why the other party did this.

The audience in front of the screen was even more confused, not knowing why.We are all sensational, proud of the big man, you actually eat bitter melon yourself?
However, just when everyone was puzzled and did not ask any questions, Ning An solemnly arranged his Chinese tunic suit, swallowed the bitter gourd raw, and looked as usual, which made many people feel terrified.

At this time, he took a step forward, his voice full of desolation and sadness.

"Huaxia has never been a safe and worry-free country. She has suffered many disasters, experienced ups and downs, and suffered a lot."

"In 2598 BC, the ground cracked during the period of the Yellow Emperor; the earliest record of earthquakes in the world is Xia Bing, Diji and springs, changes in five grains, and great vibrations in the people during the period of Emperor Shun in 2221 BC."

"Floods, earthquakes, droughts, typhoons, severe colds, famines and plagues are the most serious natural disasters in China. From 80 BC to 1949, there were nearly 230 times with more than [-] deaths."

After reading this, Ning An choked up, and he could no longer control his emotions.Tears glistened in his eyes, and his tone became trembling.

But he still straightened his body and persisted. He wanted to say these words, read them out, and say them out!

He wanted to dissipate the blood and stagnation in his chest.

"From 221 BC to 1949, there were 1026 major droughts, 1013 minor droughts, 686 earthquakes, and 512 wind disasters in China. Natural disasters occurred frequently, wars and turmoil, and the reduction of the national population by more than half in those years was normal and tragic."

"From 1876 to 1878, with the Central Plains as the center, the land of Qilu and other areas suffered severe drought at the same time, and about... 1300 million people died."

"On January 1556, 23, an earthquake of magnitude 8 in Hua County, Shaanxi Province killed 82 people."

When Ning An mentioned this, countless people fell silent. At this moment, everyone didn't know what to use to express their feelings.

Even Mr. Song Ren and Mr. Kong Mengyao had tears in their eyes. Their bodies trembled slightly. No one helped them, and they clutched their chests, which were throbbing violently.

Perhaps for ordinary people, these are just a series of cold numbers, but for those who study history, these are the lives of countless people, the passing of fresh lives!

Why should historians be rigorous, and why should books be more precious than daughters-in-law?
Because, the few short sentences in the history book are the brilliant lives of hundreds of thousands of people, millions of people, tens of millions of people...

The two old men showed grief on their faces, and felt that those numbers were like knives piercing their hearts fiercely.

Perhaps, none of those ancients left their names.

Perhaps, they also feel that they have lived a humble life.

However, it is still difficult to completely erase the traces of their existence in this world.

Kong Mengyao closed his eyes lightly, and tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, moistening the dry and wrinkled skin, and his freckled face became a little more angry.

"I remember that year, when I saw the genealogy of the Kong family tree, there was a page in it, which was ridiculous to think about, and the tone of it made me think that it was my descendants who teased me."

"The posterity sees the words like faces. Your ancestor, I, Kong Huitang, left the letter in the ethnography today. It has no other intention than to leave a trace of existence. I have no talent in reading, no muscles in martial arts, and nothing to do in this life. , I can only be a waste all day long. If I think about it, I have no chance. I have left a strong mark on the family history, so I can only use this method. If future generations see it, they will come to my grave and bring peach blossom wine. Talk to me about future generations, I am very interested."

Hearing Kong Mengyao's words, Song Ren seemed to have lifted a veil in his heart. He seemed to have seen the scene he encountered when he inspected the ancient sites that year.

When disaster strikes, a man presses on a woman, and a woman presses on a child. This is an instinctive reaction.

Come to think of it, this family must be very happy.

It turns out that love does not distinguish between ancient and modern.

Even in those days, it was still beautiful.

"Cough cough...cough cough..."

Song Ren coughed violently, and Kong Mengyao hurriedly stepped forward to comfort him, patting his back with an anxious face.

"Old Song, are you in good health? Otherwise, let's not watch it, let's go to the hospital."

Unexpectedly, Song Ren pushed Kong Mengyao away, shook his head slightly, and his eyes showed firmness.

"No, I want to see, I want to see the glory of China's thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. I have seen so much suffering, and I should finally let me see how glorious this disaster-ridden China is!"

"I want to see this Huaxia... after the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind blows the catkins, the giant dragon sings and shakes the nine heavens!!!"

Kong Mengyao's lips trembled slightly, he looked at the screen, and finally squeezed Song Ren's hand tightly, and nodded heavily.

"In that earthquake, the Yellow River flowed backwards, and the mountains and rivers collapsed. It was like the wrath of the nine heavens, descending on the world."

"The Yellow River poured back, and huge water dragons fell from the sky, destroying houses and scaring away cattle, sheep, pigs and horses!"

"The old and weak women and children were unable to leave, and fell into the flood in an instant. They struggled desperately and worked hard. In the end, they could only be slowly submerged by the flood, lost their vitality, and sank to the bottom of the river forever."

"What's even more frightening is that after the flood came, the plague raged and the imperial court was unable to help them. These people can only... wait to die."

Ning An finished speaking these words with emotion, and he was already in tears, so he tried not to cry out.

But at this moment, everyone in front of the screen erupted.

"My God, I really don't know these histories. I don't even know that so many people died in the history of China. I, I don't know what to say, but I feel very sad right now, and I really want to cry."

"It turns out that our country has so many disasters and disasters. I always thought that in ancient times there were only gold and iron horses, happy love and hatred, poetry and wine, but I never thought that it would be so cruel and shocking."

"Now I just feel shocked. I feel that the TV series I watched before are all fake. What is beautiful, it's all bullshit. The shitty harem love has killed so many people, and they are fighting for power and profit. As long as you strive hard, you won't be like this!"

"This is just the people who died in disasters. What if turmoil is added? What about military disasters? Foreign enemy invasion? It's hard for me to imagine, how should people survive in that era? Was the prosperity in the past really prosperity?"

Countless people were deeply shocked. Those numbers were so dazzling that they made people feel distressed, and the heartache was so painful that they couldn't breathe.

Only Ying Zheng was silent. He naturally knew many disasters. In his era, natural disasters represented death, and very few people survived.

"Perhaps, it is still difficult for you to imagine what this number means, so let me say this, when half of the people you know disappear, do you have any deeper feelings?"

Ning An clenched his lips, turned his head to look at the void, as if he was staring at the thousands of audiences, piercing their hearts deeply!
Many people cried, unable to imagine what it would be like to lose half of the people they knew, even one, would be enough to die.

"You, what exactly do you want?"

Ying Zheng spoke. He glanced at the vortex in the void. On the screen, the war was still going on and it was almost coming to an end.

"Your Majesty, what I want to say is that even though my Huaxia is full of disasters and weathers, I, Huaxia, still hold my head high and my chest has never been broken!!!"

"The world's four major ancient civilizations, only China has a long history, has been passed down through the ages, and will never be cut off!!!"

"Your Majesty, let's look at the backbone of China, the grace of China, and the giant dragon of China, how it roars, the dragon soars nine days!!!"