HCB Chapter 177 After a hundred years, the prosperous world will be prosperous! Descendants will not be
Chapter 177 After a hundred years, the prosperous world will be prosperous! Descendants will not be
It's late at night now!
on the snow field.
But there is no white snow... only the red red soul.
Those red souls, above the snow field, are extremely dazzling.
The general carried the banner.
The opposite Chihun was beaten to pieces by him.
It was like a flame that was about to go out gradually, but it held on strong.
Scarlet Soul, who was fluttered by the banner, began to struggle in his eyes.
More and more red souls began to sing along with the flag-waving general.
"Let's join hands! Let's go to the national disaster together. Raise the ying, bind the strong slaves, the mountains and rivers change, and the flames of the beacon are extinguished for a moment."
"Liaodong people, what should we do, rise up together to destroy the enemy. Great Xia is turbulent, the situation is unpredictable, the blood arouses Jiuzhou Xi, the spear tore up the Japanese slave cave, and only then can Liaodong Yanyun Ping, Great Xia An.
Lin Yan clenched her fists!!
He could see that those red souls had not fully awakened.
But the songs sung by the generals are all songs imprinted in their bones.
A little bit more!!
almost...
And at the same time.
White Horse Village under the snow field.
The villagers of Baima Village who gathered together and looked at the big screen were also nervous.
An old man in the village, watching that scene, suddenly stepped on the beat and began to sing.
She sang the little tune she heard from her mother!
"On the top of the white mountain, count the stars, blink one by one, fight the alliance, produce heroes, and the heroes are more than the stars. General Yang, count the first names, and a light in the hearts of the poor.""
"The white mountain pines are lush and lush, covering all the mountains in Changbai. As long as the Japanese slaves enter the mountain, the trees will become warriors...
The old man sang over and over again.
It seems that he wants to wake up the heroic spirit of the past with the general on the snowy field!!!
Auspicious state, Xidu.
Affiliated Hospital of Jixiang University.
Liu Jianye clenched his fists tightly, bloodshot in his eyes.
He is old.
Someone his age shouldn't stay up late.
But everyone knows it.
Today's live broadcast is not over, old man, he will never go to sleep.
The girl on the side, Liu Li blinked and pulled the corner of the old man's hospital gown.
"Grandpa, why don't you take a rest first, and when those heroic spirits wake up, I'll call you!"
At this moment, the old man just shook his head firmly.
"I'm going to... watch them wake up!!
"To be honest, grandpa, I'm not old enough... I haven't seen the battle alliance back then, how hard it was!"
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"But when I was young, I also guarded the border...
"On the border of Liaodong, in the cold weather, my hands are full of frostbite, and there are icicles hanging on my eyelashes..."
"The director of our propaganda department at the time, every time he came to visit us, he told the story of the Alliance!
"It is said that in those days, the people of Liaodong, the women of Liaodong, prepared a lot of food before winter every year and sent it to the Zhanlian... Because of the blockade of the Japanese slaves, the grain was buried in the snow every time. Mark again..."
"It's not uncommon for the war alliance to go late, and the food is stolen by Huangpizi and the like... 35
"There is another village. Once, the battle alliance suffered heavy losses. I hope that there will be new people in the village to join the battle alliance..."
"So in the village, only a few dozen men left... The women in the village chased after them to deliver the food, crying while delivering, and when they returned home, their faces were filled with frozen tears... "
"Because many women know that once their men go, there are nine out of ten chances that they will not come back, so they can take one more look..."
"That's a village that wasn't circled!
The old man's voice paused.
He turned to look at his granddaughter, his voice low.
"Liu Li, are those red souls the same in your eyes?"
Liu Li was stunned for a moment.
She only remembered crying before, and she cried so hard that she had completely forgotten to think about it.
But the old man turned his head and looked at the red souls on the TV, his voice hoarse.
"It's different... Those red souls were all living people before..."
"Back then, when I was helping people build street lamps in the frontier, I heard the old lady talk about it... She said that there were eight heroines in their village..."
"The one at the head is called Chu Yun, all of them are from the Zhanlian... They took the initiative to attract the firepower of the Japanese slaves in order to let the second unit of the Zhanlian retreat, and they were besieged by the enemy by the river. Next, they faced the forced surrender of the Japanese slaves, destroyed their spears, and waded into the Wusongli River arm in arm, collectively sinking into the river! 35
"The oldest among them is 23 years old, and the youngest Wang Huihui is only 13 years old... five years younger than you!
"A 13-year-old girl..."
"I just saw eight women with red souls holding hands on TV. I don't know if (bedg) are them!"
"And Li Qilin... You probably don't know his name, he was one of the founders of the Battle League back then... He brought his troops to fight in the jungle with difficulty!
"His wife and his full-term son were all with him. It was already very difficult, but a full-term child can't cry or make trouble, let alone an old forest in the deep mountains of Liaodong, which is so cold. !
"In order not to let his son's cry reveal the whereabouts of the entire army, he and his wife, after thinking twice, chose to protect the army. That couple, for the sake of Liaodong... reluctantly abandoned their own son in the snow. 99
"Just now on TV, there was a couple who were obviously fierce as beasts, but they were only protecting a red cloth pocket..."
"If this is really modern special effects... it can only be said that the show team that produced the special effects knew the history of the year well, and even went too far..."
"But I'm an old soldier from Liaodong, an old guy who has never been superstitious all his life, but I kind of hope that everything in this live broadcast is true...
"Heroes deserve a happy ending..."
The old man was talking, and he couldn't stop the tears in his eyes.
He looked at the TV, raised his finger and pointed to the countless red souls, the three men who were surrounded by red souls, holding flags in their hands.
The old man's voice was hoarse again.
"I've seen pictures..."
"It was also the frontier back then... A fellow villager found us a newspaper of the Japanese slaves back then."
"The report published in the newspaper was that the Japanese slaves fought against the Zhan League in autumn and winter. After they entered the deep mountains, they pursued a Zhan League force and discovered the secret battalion it used.
"The heroes of the Battle League were caught off guard and all sacrificed..."
"In the photo published in the newspaper, at the bottom of the first photo, you can see the body of a covered Japanese slave who was killed by the fighting coalition who came out to resist when he was rushing to the gate of the secret camp. .Life for life, that's all...
"However, the main shot of the photo is the remains of two combat alliance personnel, one lying on his back on several wooden boards!
"The following introduction says that the hero, who was inside the camp gate, shot out with a pistol and fell to the ground after being hit in the abdomen. The Japanese slave tried to give him a cardiac injection to rescue him. But the man died of serious injuries. , He died without saying a word and without any confession.99
"In the back of the second photo is the famous secret camp of the Zhan League, which was built with wood materials on the spot, I am afraid it is not as good as the earth embryo house...
"The third photo is the flag... The flag was held and unfolded by the Japanese slaves... It was captured from the camp of the Alliance of War."
"The flag is exactly the same as the one on the TV where the red souls unfolded... There are three faintly visible stars on the flag, as well as handwriting, which is the number written..."
"Use our flesh and blood to build the Great Wall!
The old man's voice became more and more hoarse, and then he began to sob uncontrollably.
Back then, the Liaodong Snowfields were all people who didn't want to be slaves.
The people of Daxia have all surrendered, is there still Daxia?
At the same time, on the square just across the road from the hospital.
under the big TV.
Countless people from Xidu gathered under the TV and raised their heads.
Tears welled up in their eyes uncontrollably.
One came early.
The eldest brother sitting in the front seat kept drinking beer.
That elder brother Liaodong had a gold chain around his neck.
There are also tattoos on the arms.
But at this moment, this eldest brother has a grim expression, looking at the TV on the big screen, his eyes are small, but tears are falling.
He was holding a wine glass, but he couldn't help smashing it hard on the table!!!
"Wake up!!!"
"Can you wake up!!!"
"It's all the gentlemen of Liaodong, can you not grind...
"I don't even ink..."
"You...you..."
"You must be many times braver than me.
"Why haven't you woken up yet!"
And with the roar of the old man.
The people in the square finally couldn't hold back any longer.
One by one they all whimpered.
Chang'an Jiaotong University.
in the girls' dormitory.
Wang Xingyue was already drunk.
But she stared at the tablet in front of her, sobbing uncontrollably at the moment.
She sat on the chair, but staggered.
But in the blur, she looked at the snow field on the screen, but she seemed to be there.
She started in the dormitory, drinking like crazy...
"Between the sky and the earth split by the axe, there are people who don't want to be slaves.
"There are thousands of households in Liaodong, and how many of them are covered in iron clothes..."
"The three states are recruiting husbands and becoming old soldiers. Why is another country the homeland?"
"Jingqi once taught Guandong Han, who beat the wolf drum in Leixi!"
"How many women are looking at the snow-capped mountains, and the men are crying like women and children! 35
"Life and death are paid for a pot of wine. How can Daxia, Kyushu and Liaodong be slaves?"
"Slaughter slaughter, white mountains and black soil. Woohoo hoo, heroic skeleton. 35
"Good man, you should hold that Liaodong knife and chop off the head of a Japanese slave. 35
"Little lady, but don't look forward to the return of Lord Lang!
"How can this great mountains and rivers be left to Yingpo? How can this world be without war songs?"
"When will the hero wake up!""
"When will the heroic spirit return?"
At this moment, Wang Xingyue herself didn't know what she was doing.
Just heard about it later.
After that day.
There was a haunted legend in the bedroom where Wang Xingyue and the others were.
And at the same time.
On the snowfields of Liaodong.
The wind blows.
The wind roared.
The general who fought against the flag looked stern and ferocious!
He looked at the other side with a smirk on his face.
"Not yet, wake up?
"It's clear that what's in front of you is a nightmare... but you just don't want to wake up!
"A little bit! 35
The general let out a sigh of relief.
The battle flag in his hand fluttered.
And right now.
Behind the General.
Fu Su, who has been silent all the time.
Finally moved.
He looked up and took a step forward.
But he did not stand beside Yang Yubai.
Instead, the big sleeves roll up a towering tree!!!
The tree was uprooted by him.
Then hit the ground hard!!!
In the snowfield at this time, all the trees have long since dried up.
On the branches, there was a bare leaf, no leaves could be seen.
The same is true for the big tree that was uprooted by Fusu.
What is the difference.
On the side of the tree, the bark has been stripped.
There are eight crooked characters engraved on it... "The battle alliance has passed since then, and the descendants have never stopped!
That was the most desperate time for the Zhan League.
The Japanese slaves were encircled and suppressed several times.
Force the Alliance to fight to the death with them!!!
That was the most difficult time for the Alliance.
I don't know which team of the battle alliance troops, they chose to be surrounded by ice and snow and heavy troops, peeled off the bark in the mountains and forests of Liaodong, and carved: "The battle alliance has passed since then, and the descendants will never stop!"
This is the League of War...
Beside the Wusongli River, there are eight young girls, silently sinking into the river... The river is submerged little by little, and they disappear one by one, until the last person is covered by the waves and can't be seen. Everything is at peace.
In the ice and snow, Li Qilin looked at his son who was thrown in the snow, and was silent for a long time, speechless. Turn around and leave, everything is calm.
Above the ice and snow, Yang Yubai, who was holding two guns and a blood-stained shirt, sneered indifferently in the forest!
"Liaodong will not admit defeat, and Daxia will not die! Our descendants will not be slaves to the subjugation of the country."
At this moment, Yang Yubai looked at the handwriting on the big tree, and he smiled with a grim smile.
He smashed the banner in his hand to the ground.
Then a hoarse growl.
That roar is thunderous!!
"The Alliance has since passed..."
Above the snowfield, there was a momentary silence.
All the red souls were struggling.
After that, I don't know who was the first to speak in a low voice.
"The descendants never stop!"
And then, like dominoes.
More and more red souls responded to the roar.
"The descendants never stop!"
"The descendants never stop!"
"The descendants keep their heads up...
Gradually, the shouts rose to the sky.
Those red souls roared with anger, and their eyes were finally completely clear.
"The battle alliance has passed since then, and the descendants have never stopped!
When I see you again in an ancient dream, the mountains are full of yellow flowers and the morning dew reflects the colorful clothes.
A hundred years later, the prosperous world will be prosperous! Descendants will not lose their heads, you, wake up....