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

With a wave of Ning An's hand, the war on the screen instantly became clear. Countless scenes are like a grand and huge movie. When you zoom in close-up, you can even see the fine hairs and dried blood on the face of the Han army. Be clear.

"General, the villain will follow you in the next life, and I will have no regrets in this life, hahahaha..."

It was a young man in iron armor with a handsome face, but he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and his brows still revealed immaturity.

But at this moment, his figure is taller and more powerful than an adult.

Geng Gong didn't even reply, and that figure fell forever in this city full of yellow sand.

"General, if you can live, please ask me to send a message to my old lady. I, Dahei, didn't embarrass her. I just, I'm sorry for her, and I can't give her a pension."

"Mother, my son is waiting for you below. After you have been here for a hundred years, I will do my filial piety to you!!!"

"You bastards, come on, I'm not afraid of you!!!"

Saying so, Dahei rushed into the enemy army, wielding his sharp long knife vigorously, and finally, was submerged in the sea of ​​people, no matter how hard it was to see...

"Hahaha, Old Hei, why are you leaving like this? My old Song is here to accompany you. General, you always say that a person's blood should be hot, and a person's soul should be loyal. Although my old Song is usually good Bet, but, I defended the Han soil today and died here, I, Lao Song, can I be called a hero? !!!"

The man exhausted his last strength and let out a roar that shook the heavens.

With tears in his eyes, Geng Gong nodded heavily. There were too many ambushes around him, so he didn't dare to take a look, and he couldn't take a look.

Lao Song grinned and laughed loudly.

"Every time Zhengyi slaughters more dogs, most of his generation is a scholar. My old Song would say this. It's worth it if you can drag it once before you die. My lord, you have to be kind to my family and children. My life is for you." You!!!"

These people laughed wildly, cursed, and vented.

They seem to know that this is the end of their lives, but none of them are afraid or scared.

They are willing to die, willing to sprinkle their blood on this land, and willing to give their lives to His Majesty who is above you.

Going to die calmly is easy to say, how many people can do so safely?
Some scholars, the water is too cold, some Qiu Ba, loyal souls and blood sprinkled on Han soil, nine deaths without regret!
Their spirit has already shocked and admired the Huns.

When they dropped their arms weakly and raised their butcher knives high, they closed their eyes and ended their lives.

However, at this moment, the rapid sound of horseshoes came, and countless people were stunned and stunned.

Reinforcements must be reinforcements.

There is only one thought in everyone's mind, and the eyes of countless people are moist. After all, they have not been forgotten by the court. They are still soldiers of the great man!

There is only one thought in their hearts, it is worth it, brothers who died, you are worth it.

Big man, never forget us.

Strength came from nowhere, all over the body, these men who had already been exhausted and decadent rushed up like tigers, fighting among the enemy troops.

The wind stopped quietly.

The cruel battlefield is full of scars, like a hell, dilapidated flags, rotting corpses, and bright red weapons are lying quietly on the blood-stained ground.

Suddenly, a ray of dawn pierced through the clouds, broke through the darkness, and landed on the battlefield, blowing away the cold wind and calming the violent yellow sand.

Everything is silent, and the mild sunlight shines on the earth.

The wind no longer howls.

On the battlefield, suddenly a sonorous, powerful, soul-stirring, swallowing words echoed in the desert full of yellow sand.

"Whoever offends my strong man will be punished no matter how far away! All my strong men and people will be saved no matter how far away!!!"

This sentence is like endless magic power, and even the world is shaken by it.It seems that immortals are moved by it, and ghosts and gods cry for it.

The wind and sand are flying in the desert, and the broken flag stands on the ground, crumbling, but never falling...

far away.

In the rushing army, the flag of the big man was like the majesty of the sky, fluttering in the wind, echoing with the broken flag, telling each other's words.

Han people, be proud of it!

Seeing this scene, Ying Zheng shed tears. This time, he was delighted and excited.

"In the first month of 76 A.D., 7000 reinforcements rushed to Liuzhong City, defeated the Xiongnu and Cheshi allied forces, beheaded [-] people, captured more than [-] livestock, and [-] camels, donkeys, horses, cattle, and sheep. The northern captives fled in shock, and the chariots surrendered again. Fan Qiang led two thousand warriors across the Tianshan Mountains, and successfully joined forces in Shule City."

"Historical books have never recorded the hardships and tribulations. There is only one sentence to open the door, and the endless words are contained in the tears and tears."

"The defenders of Shule City, there are only 26 people who can set foot on the way home. They return south with the reinforcements, but the way home is also full of murderous intentions. There are pursuers full of hatred and the natural danger of heavy snow. They fought and retreated, and people fell down. In March, they entered Yumen Pass and were safe. There were 26 of them, and only 13 were left. They were ragged, scarred, and exhausted, but their eyes were like torches, and they held their weapons tightly. According to this history, the thirteen generals returned to Yumen!!!”

Ning An's voice was full of emotion, and he spoke out the words passionately, took a step forward, and looked at Qin Shihuang with burning eyes.

"Your Majesty, I don't know, is this Han Dynasty qualified to inherit Your Majesty's Great Qin and China's thousands of miles of mountains and rivers?"

"Can the backbone of the Han Dynasty support the backbone of China? Can the power of the Han Dynasty roar to the nine heavens like a giant dragon?"

"I am a big man, can I be the nation of China for thousands of years?"

Facing Ning An's questioning, Ying Zheng raised his head arrogantly, looked at the empty sky, and suddenly smiled...

"I, I understand. The great man has this honor, which can be passed on for thousands of years. His descendants are all Han. He has no shame, no shame."

At this moment, Ying Zheng accepted this ending with all sincerity, and became a great man of later generations.

There are such loyal and patriotic soldiers, who love brothers and sisters, and will never disappoint the loyal emperor. The Han Dynasty is qualified to inherit his Great Qin.

"Ning An, a descendant of the Han clan, hereby replaces the successor Han Dynasty to thank His Majesty the First Emperor."

Ning An solemnly bowed down to Ying Zheng. This time, he was not representing himself, but a member of the Han Dynasty and the Huaxia clan.

"Oh? Why do you worship me this time, thank you?" Ying Zheng's mouth curled up, and he stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Ning An.

"No matter how it is recorded in the history books, the authenticity of history cannot be concealed after all. The younger generation has already told about His Majesty's achievements. This time, the younger generation regrets for His Majesty, and is also a thank you for His great righteousness."

"Why?"