HCB Chapter 158: Liaodong people, not slaves! We will fight to the death in the ice and snow (please sub
Chapter 158: Liaodong people, not slaves! We will fight to the death in the ice and snow (please sub
It's almost midnight.
Lin Yan and Zhang Xinyi, in the car, just returned to the city from the Qin Shi Huang Mausoleum Museum.
The two of them found nothing in the Qin Shihuang Mausoleum Museum.
The only thing I encountered was the ghost of the previous one, the director of the museum, which still reverberated in the museum.
The director of the museum, who had not died for a few days, almost burst into tears when he found out that Lin Yan and the others could see themselves.
He said that he came here just after graduating from university to do cultural relic restoration work.
Before his death, most of his life was handed over to this museum.
When he worked here, he repaired nearly a hundred cultural relics, and also accompanied this cultural relic photographer to take pictures, photographing pottery figurines, and seeing all the statues of terracotta warriors and horses!
As he approached those cultural relics, he seemed to be able to hear their voices, and looking into the eyes of those pottery figurines, he seemed to be able to feel their breathing.
Before, when shooting pottery figurines, because the pits of the terracotta figurines could not be lit, he accompanied the photographer to wait for the most beautiful natural light. Once he waited, he waited for a full year.
But it was that year that they discovered that the faces of the Terracotta Warriors who had been photographed had the fingerprints of the craftsmen 2,200 years ago.
At that moment, they seemed to have crossed time.
This is the best job for them.
If there is another life, he still wants to come back here.
Lin Yan was in a complicated mood and sent the old dean to the underworld.
As for the news about Ying Zheng.
The old dean didn't know at all.
To put it simply, their trip to Qin Shi Huang's mausoleum this time... achieved nothing.
Even though Lin Yan used ghost eyes and astrology, he still didn't notice the slightest abnormality.
The entire Qinhuang Mausoleum is self-contained.
There is a layer of strange thick fog above, covering the entire emperor's tomb.
Make Lin Yan's ghost eyes unable to see through.
Someone moved the law of yin and yang in that area.
Even the current forest pavilion is already the pinnacle of the avenue ghost, and it is only half a step away from the virtual.
But can't see through, just can't see through.
Lin Yan's mood at the moment is a bit complicated, he has been stranded in Chang'an for several days...
That First Emperor was hiding so deeply.
Lin Yan and Zhang Xinyi, at this moment, are somewhat helpless, eating snacks on Huimin Street in Chang'an City.
Afterwards, the two of them went to the noodle shop and asked for two bowls of authentic oil-splashed noodles.
It looks like a young couple who came to travel.
Both of them were wearing sunglasses, but no one recognized them.
The only thing that was a little embarrassing was that on the big screen not far away on the pedestrian street was the live replay of Lin Yan two days ago.
And the passers-by, even if they have seen it many times, could not help but stop, and then saluted the red soul that would appear on the big screen.
Lin Yan looked at this scene and felt a little relieved.
At this moment, Lin Yan and Zhang Xinyi suddenly walked over to the seats of an old man.
The old man sat beside the two of them carelessly, and spoke loudly.
"Boss, add another bowl of oil-splashed noodles, and get me two cloves of garlic along the way."
Lin Yan raised his head with a slight frown.
After seeing the old man next to him, the whole person was stunned.
This rude old man, with a long face and high cheekbones, was dressed in black and also wore a pair of sunglasses. When he saw Lin Yan raised his head, the old man grinned directly.
Zhang Xinyi was stunned there...
"Zhu... Zhu..."
However, the old man quickly waved his hand to stop Zhang Xinyi from shouting.
Lin Yan raised an eyebrow.
"Master Zhu, you just took office as Yama, so you skipped work!
That old man was the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and now the first Yama of the Underworld, Zhu Yuanzhang.
At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang grinned.
"Zhu Di, that cub, although I have some opinions on what he has done before, he is not too inferior when it comes to being the emperor, not to mention my fat grandson who is assisting him. There is not much work in the Yama Temple.
"When it's really time for you to want the ghost soldiers and ghost generals to go to the East Island and find those Japanese slaves to settle accounts, I will naturally slash the sword and lead people to the front."
"And I came to you this time, not in vain, but I have something important to pass on to you."
Lin Yan raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Ying Zheng has news.
Zhu Yuanzhang laughed twice.
"No!"
"The First Emperor is indeed hiding too deep... but there is other news. 35
"Ying Fusu is still here... Naturally, he is not still alive, his soul is still there, and he has not been reincarnated."
"If you count the time, there should be two thousand or so years..."
Lin Yan's eyes widened at this moment.
He couldn't even hold back his breath.
And at this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang wanted the oily noodles, too. The big black man had white wide noodles sprinkled with a layer of fragrant oily noodles.
The boss really brought him two heads of garlic.
Mr. Zhu nodded with satisfaction.
After eating a big mouthful of noodles, he opened his mouth faintly.
"The former eldest son of Qin is now... in Liaodong!"
"Whether to go to Liaodong and find that young master first, or continue to try your luck in Chang'an, you decide for yourself.
Lin Yan grinned at this moment.
"Do you still need to think about such a thing?
"Go to Liaodong first!!!"
"Just like you came out to see me after you found Zhu Yunwen. 35
"I don't believe it. If I can find Ying Fusu, the First Emperor, I won't show any clues. 35
"Shall we go now?"
Mr. Zhu held his big bowl.
"Wait until I finish this bowl of noodles!!!""
"Liaodong...that's a long way off..."
And at the same time.
Liaodong.
There are three states in Liaodong.
almost indistinguishable from each other.
Auspicious state, Xidu... This is also called the Spring City.
Xidu, Jixiangtang Nursing and Rehabilitation Nursing Home.
A handsome young man with golden glasses and soft facial features was wiping his hands and feet for an old man lying on the bed.
The old man was very old, lying in bed, almost half paralyzed.
The nurse on the side looked at the young man and spoke with some emotion.
"Doctor Zhao!"
"Why don't I come."
"The other volunteers have left, but you have been with us every time until now."
"Master Wang, look at it like this, it's been a few days, his sons and daughters have come over now, it's still you who gave me the money, I'm mad at me, these unscrupulous bastards.
The nurse who spoke was an eldest sister in her fifties.
A mouthful of Liaodong dialect, with the unique straightforwardness of Liaodong.
The young man just smiled softly.
"It's okay, Aunt Ning, you go to rest first, I'll accompany Mr. Wang for a while, and I'll drive away by myself."9
That straightforward eldest sister wanted to say something more, but she was hesitant to say anything, and she didn't say anything after all.
She just couldn't help but sigh, how could there be such a good person as Dr. Zhao in this world.
Dr. Zhao, handsome and good-natured, even has a nice name, Zhao Fusu...
If it weren't for my daughter, who got married early, no matter what, I would have to let Dr. Zhao be my uncle...
The elder sister of the nurse walked out of the ward while sighing.
throughout the room.
At this moment, only the young doctor and the old man who was lying on the bed were on the verge of death.
The old man opened his cloudy eyes and his voice was a little hoarse.
"Zhao...Uncle Zhao..."
"I don't have much time.
Dr. Zhao, at this moment, clenched the old man's hand.
"Don't be afraid, Erdan!"
"Death is not so scary.
"After death, it will be light and fluffy, and it will turn into another form... the appearance of a soul."
"After that, you may enter a pitch-dark world, where you can't see or hear anything. Some souls may just dissipate, and some souls may wake up again after hundreds of years..."
The old man grinned at this moment.
"Uncle Zhao, you told me this story when I was young. In our Liaodong War Federation, every time someone died, you told me once..."
"I just thought you were rambling..."
"In the Liaodong League of War, apart from you, am I the only one left?"
The young man lowered his head and stopped talking.
The old man smiled freely.
"How many people died in battle back then, Heizi, Gouzi, Lao Baomi, Sweet Potato, and General Yang..."
"Dead in the ice and snow, buried in the snow, you may not be able to find it now. 35
"I originally saved my life back then.
"But Uncle Zhao..."
"I don't regret being able to join the Battle League..."
The old man's voice paused for a while, then suddenly became high-pitched.
"The Liaodong troops have run away!
"The bloody civilians of Liaodong formed the Liaodong Battle League to fight the enemy hard!
"In the middle, General Yang and the others, the core group of Liaodong was betrayed and killed by traitors!
"But as long as there is a bloody man in Liaodong, the Liaodong Battle League will never be destroyed!
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"Children of Liaodong, fight to the death with those bastards!"
"Return to my hometown on the Songali River for the sake of the northernmost brothers!"
"For the Liaodong women who were bullied by Japanese slaves!"
"For the children of Liaodong who were picked on the bayonet!
"For the Liaodong old man who was gutted!"
"For the burned Liaodong village! 99
"For those Liaodong students who were forced to accept enslavement education in the pseudo-Wazhou!
"Liaodong people will never be slaves!
"It's not a story, it's real history. It's true that the Liaodong troops ran away without resisting the enemy, but the people of Liaodong have been resisting the enemy... Why do you say that Liaodong doesn't resist the enemy..."
"Are the 15,000 Liaodong War Alliance brothers dead in vain? The 15,000 Liaodong War Alliance brothers have restrained hundreds of thousands of the strongest Kanto troops of Japanese slaves. Who dares to say that Liaodong cannot resist the enemy, Big-ear scraper delete him!
The old man was hoarse at the moment.
Then the old man lay helplessly on the bed, and the sound gradually disappeared.
He may only have the last few minutes left.
The young man was holding the old man's hand at the moment, his voice hoarse.
"Wang Fahe, don't you remember, the enemy we faced back then was the most powerful army of the Japanese slaves, the most elite of the most elite Japanese slaves, but we were dragged to Liaodong... We, this is something the whole country does not have!
"But the most difficult thing for us is not that, but how to sleep in the process of dealing with Japanese slaves in winter."
"No fire, no shelter, no Eskimo igloo. So what shall we do? 995
"It's just two people sitting back-to-back and sleeping. One person sleeps for 10 minutes first, then when the other person wakes him up, he sleeps for 10 minutes by himself, and then wake up to take turns."
"Why ten minutes? Because if it lasts longer, it will freeze to death. Just like this, every time I camp in the open air, there are more than one or two people who freeze to death."
"Therefore, among our brothers, the number of people who died of freezing and starvation was far more than the number of those who died in battle.
"And these people, as long as they surrender to the Japanese slaves, the Japanese slaves will still be treated well. First, they will give a large bounty, and then they will be incorporated into the crusade team or other traitor troops."
"Eat, drink, and shelter every day, and even the regular army Rick deducted the salaries and did not even have empty salaries.
"Even if you don't want to be a soldier and go home to farm, you are treated well. When the Japanese slaves began to occupy Liaodong, the Huairou policy did a good job..."
"But we know that the Liaodong that the Japanese slaves want to build must be the Liaodong of the Japanese slaves, so later it was very miserable. The Japanese slaves created millions of mass graves in Liaodong, killed all the people who kept the whole village, and took the land. It is also common to distribute to members of the pioneering group from the Japanese land."9
"But the most important thing is that we were not recognized by Da Xia at that time, let alone supported. We have no name, and we have to endure the most cruel environment and kill our heads. What do you say we are for? ?
The old man murmured in a low voice now.
"People from Liaodong, don't be slaves!
The young man smiled.
"Yes!
"Because Liaodong, even if it is only three states, even if it is captured first, but Liaodong belongs to Daxia, who is born in Daxia and dies as a ghost of Daxia, but it is impossible to be a slave to a Japanese slave.
"I'm not willing to die... Back then in Daxia, people from Tianfu had backbone, and people from Liaodong...were not slaves!!!
"The Japanese slaves will not retreat, and the bloody men of Liaodong will fight to the death without yielding."
"This is my summer..."
The old man finally murmured in a low voice.
"Again... sing it again... Song Ali Jiang..."
The young man lowered his head without hesitation.
Start singing slowly and quietly.
"On the Songali River, my home is on the Songali River in Liaodong..."
"There are forest quarries, and there are soybean sorghums all over the mountains..."
"My home is on the Songali River in Liaodong, where I have compatriots, as well as the aging parents!"
September eight, September eight,
"From that miserable time!"
september eight, september eight
"From that tragic time, away from my hometown, abandoning the endless treasures, wandering! wandering! wandering in the customs all day long!"
"Which year and which month will I be able to return to my lovely hometown?"
"Which year, which month, can I recover the endless treasure?"
"Father and mother, father and mother, when will we be able to get together?!"
In Zhao Fusu's singing.
The old man finally slowly closed his eyes.
The old soldier of Liaodong, Wang Fahe, died peacefully... Wan,