There is a war temple in Ryukyu, which is dedicated to the loyal war gods of all Chinese dynasties. Guan Yu, Yue Fei, Wei Qing, Huo Qubing... all the loyal and brave generals of the past dynasties have their tablets here!
This is a spiritual totem and a symbol of China's martial spirit, and this war temple has been criticized and attacked by the corrupt Confucians of the Qing Dynasty.
In the eyes of those rotten scholars, when the Chinese founded their country, they did not build temples for civil servants first, but instead chose to build temples for military generals! This is disrespectful and disrespectful to the saints. The Chinese are not an orthodox country of China. This is a country of beasts ruled by warlords!
Anyway, if you, Xiao Letian, don't behave in a civilized and military way, that would be treason, that would be deviant, that would be worse than a beast!
But this kind of nonsense has no market among the Chinese. The Chinese already have their own roots, their own culture, and their own rules for how society operates.
The Chinese who open their eyes to the world want global resources and global wealth, respect businessmen, respect the power of capital, forge ahead with determination, and compete with all ethnic groups around the world!
This is the overwhelming mind of the Chinese people, and what supports all of this must be a heart with a martial spirit!
The Temple of War will be built in front of the Temple of Confucius. This is Xiao Letian's intention, and the scale of the Temple of War will be the largest!
There is a memorial tablet mountain in the Temple of War, which is more than 30 meters high. Moreover, this tablet mountain has the possibility of continuing to grow. The dome of the entire hall is completely made of steel structure, and there is room for future heightening. .
What is densely enshrined here are the spirits of the war dead. Of course, not all the war dead, but those sacrificed soldiers with military exploits!
The higher the memorial tablet is, the greater the contribution the deceased made, the more incense he received, and the more care his descendants will receive.
The memorial tablet mountain is a sacred place in the hearts of all Chinese soldiers. Going to the memorial tablet mountain to die is just like going to Lingyan Pavilion when a general of the Tang Dynasty died. It is a great honor!
But the Chinese go one step further. The memorial tablets not only enshrine the generals, but also the soldiers who sang and cried, the heroes who sacrificed their lives in exchange for victory. Even if he is just a small soldier, he is still qualified to be on the memorial tablets. .
This kind of hero is more likely to use his own sacrifice in exchange for the title of a descendant, even if it is just the smallest honorary baron, this change in status will also bring about earth-shaking changes in their family.
Under this kind of incentive system, there will be no people who are greedy for life and afraid of death. All soldiers are proud of their sacrifice and dedication. It is an enviable good thing to be able to exchange one life for the opportunity to go to the memorial tablet mountain!
The seriously injured soldiers were laughing. When they looked at the rotating wine bottles, instead of feeling deathly panic, they had expressions of luck!
Looking at the soldiers who were not injured or were slightly injured, they looked lonely. Seeing that the opportunity to go to the memorial tablet mountain was given to others, they were all like mourning for their heirs!
Gulu gulu... The wine bottle slowly stopped. "Long live! Our ancestors have spirits! I've seized this opportunity!"
The victims who were chosen by God forgot about the pain of their wounds and shouted in excitement, while the wounded who did not die were beating the deck with their fists one by one, and even cried in anger!
In the chaos, three dead soldiers were selected and walked down the hold surrounded by everyone. Jin Sanshun watched the fire on the sea gradually extinguish, and the French army had begun to prepare for the next wave of attack.
"Time's up! Brothers... raise... raise the white flag!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there were cries on the deck, "Sir! We fought bloody battle all night, and more than two hundred brothers died here... Why did we surrender in the end!"
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Jin Sanshun's nose was sore, his eye sockets were hot, and tears were falling down. "I'm sorry! Who made us weak? Who made us only have one Zhiyuan?"
"Damn it, if we had two more ships, no no no... even if we had one more ship, we wouldn't be in this situation!"
"The Manchus have ruined the country and ruined China's destiny for more than two hundred years!"
"Why didn't the Führer be born ten years earlier? If he had been born ten years earlier, he wouldn't be in this situation... Damn it, damn it!"
"Brothers... don't worry... each of you will be able to command an armored ship in the future..." A faint voice sounded outside the crowd. When everyone looked back, Xiang Ying, who had been knocked unconscious, had woken up.
He looked at Jin Sanshun and his brothers with a wry smile, "Don't worry, our shame now can always be repaid twice in the future... These two hundred brothers who survive will be two hundred bigger and stronger Zhiyuan ships in the future!" "
"When we form a huge fleet, the world... will let us run wild!"
"Let me up, I won't die! If I have the courage to die, why don't I have the courage to face shame?"
"Fat Jin, your punch woke me up. This is my war. Of course I should face this shame!"
"Captain..." Everyone choked.
"Stop talking, hang up the white flag! Send out the semaphore!"
It was already past six o'clock, and the summer sky was long. The dark clouds dispersed on Speke Island and the North Sea was illuminated. The Zhiyuan finally sent a signal to the French warships to accept the surrender.
When Hof saw it, he jumped up excitedly in the command cabin, "Great! With this battleship and so many Chinese prisoners, we have achieved all the credit!"
"It doesn't matter if we can't win Berlin!"
"Capture the Zhiyuan! Drag this battleship back home!"
The whole French army was in jubilation. The gearing up army had already figured out how to humiliate these Chinese people. They were going to strip off the clothes of these prisoners and parade them all over Europe!
We may not kill you, but we must completely humiliate you!
"Kill them! Strip these yellow-skinned pigs naked! Parade on the Champs Elysées!"
A dense mass of darkness rushed towards the Zhiyuan like a dark cloud!
At this time, the Zhiyuan had run out of ammunition and food!
The battlefield suddenly became quiet, and the fishermen along the Prussian coast who were praying silently in the distance heard the French tsunami-like cheers.
"Oh God! The French are celebrating. Could it be that the Chinese allies have failed?"
"Damn it, there is only one battleship! How can it be the opponent of so many French troops? Where is our navy? Where are all our soldiers?"
"What a shame! What a shame! Letting your allies fight alone while I hide in a safe place and be a rat... What a shame! Does this still have the glory of the Knights back then?"
Countless kind-hearted fishermen knelt on the beach and prayed to God. At this moment, they could only do this!
One hundred, five hundred, one thousand, three thousand... The whole beach was full of Prussian coastal residents. Men, women, old and young were kneeling on the beach, praying devoutly to God!
Not far from the seaside, there is another small brick church. It is a very small church. There is only one priest serving the fishermen here.
The white-haired old priest's eyes were wet watching this scene. He pulled the bell rope, and the melodious bells rang on the beach!
