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No one thought that this was the last time Young Marshal Tang saw his sister, and no one thought that it was the last time Young Marshal Tang returned to his home.

Today, the streets are full of broken civilian bodies, rotting corpses, and dying old dogs. There is also a child sitting in the pile of corpses, his whole face is black, crying helplessly there.

After the Japanese pirates entered Tianjin, they swept across the entire Chang'an Avenue. No matter their status, men, women, or children, everywhere they went was devastated. This place seemed to be a dead city. In the daytime, there were only miserable cries and unstoppable shells in the distance. Voice.

Tang Zhi and Zhao Zhenhe went to the Rebel Army, all the people there had grim faces, basically they lost countless relatives and friends overnight, their lives were parted, their families were destroyed.

Tang Zhi hadn't eaten for two days, and he lost a lot of weight. He went crazy and spent all day studying maps and tactics with the officers in the secret room, and he had already put his own life aside.

The hundreds of people in the Tang family disappeared in an instant. No matter who was involved in this matter, it was probably as painful as the knife cutting the flesh again and again.

Every second Tang Zhi lives, the biting shame will increase, why is he living alone again, why——

His little sister, his old servant, his housekeeper...

The soldiers around felt that Young Marshal Tang Zhi seemed to be a different person. He was only a 19-year-old boy, but there was a light of revenge and hatred in his eyes. No one dared to speak to him loudly, but secretly felt sorry for him. this child.

The most heartbreaking thing is Zhao Zhenhe, who basically keeps his food in Tang Zhi's room every day, watching Tang Zhi's face getting paler day by day, and his eyes getting darker day by day, but he doesn't know what to do Only by doing this can Tang Zhi regain his strength.

There is another piece of news that everyone in the Yijun Department, including Zhao Zhenhe, has kept Tang Zhi from it.

"Mr. Twilight, those people are looking for you. They said... If you don't hand it over, they will immediately attack the rebel army and massacre the city again..."

The word "massacre" seems to be an understatement for the Japanese pirates, but for the common people who entered the dynasty, it is a tragedy related to blood and tears, and it is trembling shrouded in fear day and night.

Zhao Zhenhe once saw a child being stabbed by the Japanese pirate with a bayonet, thrown into the air like a doll, and fell to the ground like a ball after making a short cry.

With a 'crack', the young life was lost.

He was so powerless at that time.

Zhao Zhenhe came from a peaceful age. He enjoyed the well-being laid down by his ancestors. He never knew the pain of the war-torn era. He never knew that the war not only caused people to lose their lives, but also made the living worse than death.

"Don't tell Tang Zhi, I will go alone tonight, and you don't want to follow me..."

"Sir, you have to think about it, this time you go...you, you may not come back!"

"It's okay...You always call me Mr. Mr., there must be one time, I have to be worthy of this title."

"gentlemen..."

"..."

In the other camp, there was a lot of noise and joy inside.

"Taijun, that's really great! I heard that the man came himself!" Tian Xiaochen beamed with joy, and finally, I was caught——

Taijun looked proud, "Really? The best gentleman in the capital finally came? It didn't take much effort to come by himself, very good, I want to hear how beautiful his singing is!"

Ever since Tian Xiaoshen whispered in front of the Taijun that there was a Mr. Twilight in Jincheng who sang so well and that he was the only one worthy of the Taijun's flag, the Taijun became obsessed and wanted to catch Zhao Zhenhe back to the camp with all his heart In the middle, he hadn't done much work, but this gentleman came by himself.

He originally wanted to take the opportunity to start a small war.

"Since I have the best Mr. Ge Xing in Jincheng, it's useless to keep you. Someone, drag him outside and shoot him!" Taijun picked his teeth, as if he said something insignificant The fur thing.

Before Tian Xiaochen could react, he was restrained and dragged away by two Japanese pirates. How could it be possible, how could it be like this——

"Taijun, don't! I'm still useful! I'm still useful! I can still do it for you—"

"Bang" "Bang!"

Tian Xiaochen's writhing body twitched twice like a loach, blood flowed down, his eyes widened, but there was no more movement.

......

Since Zhao Zhenhe came to the camp, he showed his best level and specially picked Taijun's favorite Japanese tune to sing. Taijun left his hometown and came to this place to fight. He didn't expect to hear the music of his hometown. With a happy smile, he rewarded Zhao Zhenhe with a lot of gold, silver and jewelry.

With this singing skill, over time, Zhao Zhenhe gradually had the right to speak in front of the Taijun.

Because Taijun got this precious gentleman, he wanted to show off to other Japanese pirates to show his authority.

"Mr. Huang, can you sing me a few songs tomorrow morning? I'll invite all the Japanese pirates in Jincheng to gather and sing for us. If you sing well, you will be rewarded!"

Zhao Zhenhe clenched his fists, recalling in a trance what those people who had just left the Rebel Army had said to him,

"Sir, we planted a lot of bombs in that small foreign-style castle, as long as you can lure them all over, we will detonate those bombs secretly, but sir, I'm afraid you also..."

"It's okay, I'll do my best..."

Zhao Zhenhe looked up at Taijun, "Of course I am willing, but I just ask Taijun to agree to my request. I am timid, and I can't sing well if I don't sing in a place I like. Can I choose a place by myself?"

"Of course! Even if you're singing on the roof, I'll find someone to get you a stage!"

"it is good..."

"..."

After Zhao Zhenhe returned to the room, he kept his eyes open and didn't sleep. Recently, his ear problems became more and more serious. Sometimes, his tinnitus was so loud that it sounded like thunder was thundering in his head. Every step he took was like an awl piercing through the eardrum.

At this moment, the pain came suddenly, and it was spinning with dizziness. After a while, Zhao Zhenhe felt a hot stream flowing out of his ear, spreading to the earring, and then dripping down to the neck. He reached out and touched it, and it was sticky. of blood.

Zhao Zhenhe raised his head, looked at the pitch-white ceiling, and wondered if that kid Tang Zhi had started to eat normally——

Ever since Tang Zhi noticed that the dishes moved to his room had changed, and greasy food appeared, he immediately became vigilant, "Where is sir? I haven't seen him in the past few days. Where has he been?"

"Sir...Sir, he went out to buy tea."

"You're lying to me, he can't be like this, tell me where he went!" Tang Zhi grabbed the collar of the man in front of him, his eyes were stern.

"I'm sorry, Young Marshal Tang, sir... sir...he was captured by Japanese pirates." The man almost choked up.

He immediately grabbed Tang Zhi who turned and ran away, and knelt on the ground.

"It's too late, young commander, it's too late..."

Tang Zhi's clenched fist gradually loosened, and finally, he fell powerlessly.

"Young commander, it's too late..."

"..."

This was the first time that Zhao Zhenhe had tinnitus all night, and it was still not healed the next day, and it was also the first time he performed in front of so many Japanese pirates.

The Japanese pirates looked at Zhao Zhenhe in the center of the stage, their eyes were full of jokes as if they were watching a monkey playing tricks in a zoo.

Zhao Zhenhe sang the song he composed for Tang Zhi - "A Good Show"

The sound of silk and bamboo sounded, and Zhao Zhenhe knew that there should be someone silently counting down not far away, while the group of Japanese pirates who had been kept in the dark were happily turning their heads and drinking the fine wine in their cups.

Zhao Zhenhe closed his eyes, this could be regarded as doing something for Tang Zhi, entering the dynasty will inevitably be destroyed, but Huaguo's territory is always Huaguo's territory, nothing less.

"I don't know the turbid world, just look at the present, there is a big man in West Street, not an official, not a sword dancer, but that young man—"

At the same time that Zhao Zhenhe sang the last song, the entire small western building started to explode from the foundation to the upper floor, the sky fell apart, and the whole building began to shake violently——

After a piece of black and yellow burst, there was a 'bang', the large building fell down, the reinforced concrete broke instantly, and the concrete turned into powder in mid-air, flying powerlessly.

And floor IX. The people in UY were also torn into pieces by the huge impact in an instant.

"Don't talk about the overlord in the west of the city, and don't talk about Concubine Yu in the south of the city, let's see that young man show you a good show—"

Zhao Zhenhe closed his eyes, he seemed to see the fireworks blooming in the dark night in his dream that day, illuminating everything like the color of ink—that was hope.

"This young man does not admire wealth and honor,

This young man is not envious of mandarin ducks,

This young man is the most heroic,

I just want to show you,

Look at that good show—”

"Boom" "Boom"

High-rise buildings collapsed, and the ground was turned into ashes.

"Boom" "Boom"

"End--"

"......"

In front of the TV, the woman pressed the remote control to turn off the screen.

She hugged the child in her arms and looked at her husband who was sitting on the sofa, "Today's historical drama is really touching. I didn't expect the actors at the time of Jin Dynasty to be so affectionate and righteous!"

"That's right, if it weren't for the sacrifice of Mr. Twilight that touched the soldiers of the entire Hua Kingdom and started the artillery fire of the revolution, the entire process of victory might not have been so fast... This Mr. Twilight is really a hero!"

"Also in this historical drama, the friendship between Tang Zhi and Mr. Huang... is really touching. How can there be such a relationship now... I heard that on the day Mr. Huang died, Young Marshal Tang gave all his hair I shaved it off and joined the |Party from then on. After becoming a revolutionary vanguard, I fought until my old age..."

"They're all heroes..."

"Husband, I suddenly thought of a good one! Let's name our child Twilight, okay? I hope that when he grows up, he can be like Mr. Twilight and be a useful person to the country!"

"That's right, that's a good idea! It might be unlucky for other people to be called Dusk, but our surname is different. The child takes my surname as Zhao, which means to light up the dusk. That's great!"

"I don't know what our children will do when they grow up..."

"Who knows, I see that he has been holding on to the ping pong ball for the past few days, maybe he will become a national athlete in the future..."

"What you think is beautiful, how can it be so easy to be a national athlete!"

"..."

The author has something to say: "A Good Show" was written by Zhenhe himself. It was originally written for Tang Zhi, but in the end he also became the "hero boy".

Up to now, the second world has slowly come to an end. If the first world is 'encounter', then the second world is 'heart-wrenching'. What kind of chemical reaction will the next world have... .Please support us a lot...

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