Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Here, I hope that Yinghunxi will return.

"Why don't you say that you have no clothes, and you share the same robe with your son..."

"Don't say no clothes..."

The majestic and majestic Huanghuang battle song, in an instant, penetrated thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and resounded through the sky.

Our country is still there, our home is still there.

Our King is still here!

In this chaotic world that has been plagued by war for more than [-] years, the war song is floating around, and the panicked people quietly stuck their heads out, staring blankly at the shocking scene in front of them.

Respect for the heroic souls who have gone through countless battlefields for more than a hundred years, and our deceased comrades-in-arms.

Fine particles and dust float on the open field, the choking smell spreads to every corner, and the blazing fire can be seen hundreds of miles away.

The golden and iron horses rushing to the bank of the Yellow Spring are vaguely repeated in the eyes, without any gorgeous and beautiful decoration, some are just shouts of steel and fire intertwined.

Most sergeants have never known a few big characters. They were born in Qin and grew up in Qin. Maybe they can't die in Qin. Maybe they will be turned into ashes in the fire and return to their hometown like their comrades in the future, but their descendants, descendants of descendants. Will always be proud of them.

They have no education, and the big characters can only recognize a few. If they sacrifice, the next generation will not need to sacrifice. If they are buried in the goddamn battlefield, their descendants will not need to rush to Huangquan.

The idea is that simple.

Is it ridiculously simple?The pitiful idea ridiculed by meat eaters is the lifelong pursuit of Mud Legs.

Glory, life, and the future of the next generation are all on the blueprint that has been painted countless times. Their contributions are meaningful, not just one in ten thousand, their contributions are meaningful, not cold one by one. symbol.

As the comrades-in-arms' voices and smiles disappeared like clouds of smoke, a faint heroic spirit in the fire said with a smile:

Qin, please in the future...

The souls in the chests of the soldiers in the formation vibrated, and their hottest voices shouted the only words they knew:

"Qin Zhi-"

For the prosperous world where thousands of heroic souls pray...

"[-] years!!!"

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Weishui River.

The large wave of light and shadow, misty smoke and water caught the woman's eyes.

Yan Ce looked up and asked, "What are you looking at?"

She didn't answer the boy's question, but looked at the extreme point of her field of vision with deep eyes, and said lightly, "The flowers are blooming..."

The Weishui is thousands of miles wide, as if it is so far away that there is no end to it, but it is just quietly under this side of the sky, lying on the top of this territory.

Under the distant sky, whirling flower shadows bloom all over the Mo in this early summer.

The teenager gave up understanding Wang Shensui's thoughts, and instead looked around with admiring eyes, his eyes finally fixed on this woman, and seriously said, "It's beautiful."

This territory is the epitome of the prosperity she yearns for.

She had to bear the karma and hatred of the Six Nations, at least the bottle of wine she had given her.

Worthy of the vast mountains and rivers, worthy of the Tangtang and Weishui, worthy of the Miaomiao ancestors!

That's enough.

She looked down at her river, the corners of her lips twitched, and she raised a faint smile. The smile contained a trace of hope for the future. At this moment, there was no indescribable sense of sternness and majesty.

The heroic souls who have been lost outside Hangu throughout the ages have held my Qin sword, wore my Qin armor, and carried the black flag on the other side of Huangquan.

That scene-

Beautiful indeed.

The woman put her pale jade-like hand on top of the boy's head and rubbed it, her expression so complicated that it was beyond words.

She glanced at the boy's slightly infatuated eyes, frowned, and asked lightly, "What's wrong with Wang again?"

Chapter 53 Reversal of Attack and Defense

Under the setting sun, the fragrance of flowers drifted away, and it was so peaceful that it seemed to guide the refuge of the soul.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and you can vaguely see the distant Tianhe.

Weishui River.

Ying Zheng's eyes were extremely calm, and she was not annoyed by the boy's rude gaze. Now she can understand that boys have some kind of strange impulses to the women they long for, but understanding comes from understanding, which does not mean that extra emotions will not be born because of it. .

She didn't seem to notice the boy's tangled expression, hooked her lips, and said to herself, "Are children of your age full of fantasies about the desires of men and women, maybe widows should pay more attention."

"Note... pay attention... what?"

Yan Ce inevitably stammered for a moment, and the second that she met Sister Zheng's eyes was as if her heart had been guessed.

The heart is beating violently in the chest cavity, and the charming fantasy is broken by the woman at the moment, the brain is running fast at this moment, quietly looking up at the woman's full chest/part, thinking about how to quibble next.

"What are you paying attention to, don't you know? You haven't taken your eyes off the widow since you left the Xianyang Palace."