Tracing China: Through history, dialogue between ancient and modern

Chapter 115 Bloodshed and Sacrifice Since Our Generation
hope……

entrusted to future generations...

In the era of feudal dynasties, this is very difficult to happen, why?Because most of the ancients only respected this life and did not believe in the afterlife.

Therefore, most emperors will try their best to create a stable and prosperous country for their descendants during their reign.

Either you are greedy for pleasure and unrestrained in this life, no matter what happens to you later.

As powerful as Qin Shihuang, Han Wudi and others, they did not put the hope of the country in the hands of future emperors.

After the death of Qin Shihuang, the world still does not know who is the heir, and did not leave behind a stable, prosperous and peaceful Great Qin for the later emperors.

What about Emperor Wu of Han?

In his later years, he was tossing around for a while, ignoring the emperor who came to the throne later, and the Han Dynasty was almost destroyed by him.

Even Qianlong boasted that he was a perfect old man.

This is an absolutely selfish emperor. After his death, the Qing Dynasty was full of holes, rotten like rotten mud, and dead like a centipede. I am afraid that after Jiajing became emperor, he would almost dig his grave and scold his father. .

Many high-ranking dynasty kings.

What are their thoughts?
Seize the day and night.

To open up the supreme brilliance in your own hands, and let the people who come after you worship.

Emperor Sui Yang, who was talking to him at this time, was a typical example of this kind of person.

Good guy, do you have the skills of Qin Shihuang?He just wanted to be an emperor through the ages, but he ended up becoming the king of subjugation, bearing infamy for thousands of years.

Regarding Yang Guang's rhetorical question.

Lin Feng turned around, looked outside the imperial study building, and looked at the vast sky. The vast and boundless galaxy appeared in his eyes, as if he was remembering the lost ancestors.

The atmosphere suddenly changed.

The mournful music sounded.

That is the heroic sonata of the revolutionary era.

A passionate chapter unique to China.

"Whether the so-called hope can be entrusted to future generations, now, I, who comes from a thousand years later, will tell you the answer."

The music soared upwards, rushing towards the boundless and vast starry sky.

It seems to rise from the darkness, explore the dawn, and then hope to come to the world.

side of the screen.

Lin Feng and Emperor Sui Yang disappeared in the imperial study room, and in an instant, they stood at the highest point of the imperial city.

The top of the imperial city.

At the foot is the high-rise and locked imperial palace, surrounded by a huge ancient city where millions of people live.

"what?"

Yang Guangda was horrified and stared around dumbfounded.

Stepping on the lacquered red jade tiles, Yang Guang's mind was in a trance, and he could move the stars with just his breath. What kind of fairy trick is this?
Yang Guang didn't yell, and no one from the Forbidden Army who was patrolling the palace noticed this scene.

After taking a few deep breaths, Yang Guang calmed down.

The young man next to him is from an era more than 1000 years later, and can travel through time and space. Can this ability count?
"Young man, why did you let me climb to the top of the imperial city?" Yang Guang asked.

Lin Feng didn't explain, just looked at the dark eaves and roofs in front of him, pointed to a place and said:
"Emperor Sui, the descendant of China, experienced a catastrophe of the century. The catastrophe came to the country, and the land of China almost reached the point of extinction."

"At that time, bureaucrats were rampant, the people were ignorant, and the whole society was like walking corpses."

"Fortunately, there is such a group of people who have awakened the soul of the nation."

"They shouted, took the lead, used their bodies, blood, and actions to save this ancient eastern country."

"Why are they willing to sacrifice?"

"only because……"

"They hope to use their lives to fight, so that their descendants can inherit the unyielding will of ancient China."

"They want to finish the war and save their descendants from the flames of war and turmoil. They can lead this weak country that was once full of warehouses and holes into prosperity and strength, and once again complete the revival of the great China."

"Thousands of people are dead!"

"The soul of Huaxia has never been destroyed."

Every sentence, Lin Feng was filled with extreme grief.

Each of those ancestors who awakened the soul of the nation deserves to be respected and remembered by future generations.

They left their hope of living to their children and grandchildren.

Yang Guang was shocked, and stood there, as if petrified, speechless for a long time.

He couldn't think of anything.

More than 1000 years later, China also experienced a terrible catastrophe of the century, and it was almost destroyed... extinction...

"Look there, someone is shouting!"

Lin Feng stretched out his hands, holding flowers, but it was more like holding a pool of blood, the blood of heroes.

He activated the new skill he had just obtained from the system.

More than ten meters away.

On the roof, a man in a robe appeared, his eyes were firm, and he glared at the enemy:

"If the world is happy, I would like to fish, woodcutters, farm and study, and wander in the rivers and lakes. If the prosperous age is about to fall, and the abyss is on the side, I will die forever."

He is not strong, but there is a powerful will surging in his body, and the world cannot bend his spine.

This shout.

It seems to have broken through the times and shocked the soul.

……

Another shadow appeared, his face was sallow and emaciated, he hadn't eaten for an unknown number of days, but in the sunken eye sockets, there were two rays of light shooting out:

"You can't measure the four islands in a small amount, and you will never have the power to destroy China"

……

Amidst the tragic playing music, a third figure appeared. His body was covered in blood. After many days of fighting, he could no longer see his face. Facing the north wind, he stood alone and said to himself:

"The country has reached such a point that there is no other way but for us to die for it. I believe that as long as we can make up our minds, our country and our 5000-year-old nation will never die at the hands of mere Mishima Japanese slaves. "

……

One figure after another appeared, under the vast starry sky, they looked small, but they were radiant.

Especially the light in their eyes is indelible.

The sound came and went.

Intertwined into a more passionate and boiling song, overwhelming and undecided.

That voice.

It has broken through thousands of years of history, shocked future generations, and made countless audiences cry.

"Sacrificing one's life to go to the country's calamity, seeing death as suddenly as returning home."

"If China's independent revival requires bloodshed and sacrifice, it will start from my generation!"

"Kill me one, and there will be someone who comes after me."

"Thousands of years in China, ten thousand years in China, the sleeping dragon has awakened, how can you destroy it."

……

Standing on the top of the imperial city, looking at the shadows of the heroic spirits of later generations, even the emperor of the Sui Dynasty was extremely moved at this moment.

These people, in order to preserve hope for future generations, even if there are thousands of difficulties and dangers ahead, they will go!
modern web.

Been silent for a long, long time...

Countless people are silently mourning, and in their hearts, paying homage to the group of martyrs who have shed blood and fought hard for them.

"With them, future generations have hope!"

"This hope is built with flesh and blood."

"The first shadow, the unyielding backbone, should be Mr. Lu Xun, using the pen as a knife, and shouting to wake up the sleeping country."

"The second is General ***, a hero who has not eaten or drank for half a month and is still fighting the enemy in the weather of minus 32 degrees."

"The third is General Zhang Zizhong, who once said that I am willing to die for the motherland, lay down my life on the battlefield, and let the whole country shed tears."

Later Chinese descendants.

They have not been forgotten, one after another worthy of respect and respect, appearing in the barrage.

Behind every name, there was a history of heavy blood and tears behind him.

(End of this chapter)