Doctor Huang raised his blood-stained hands, and tears fell from his eyes. "We are outnumbered and we can't defeat us! It's better to surrender. These Tatars don't dare to kill. They can't bear the power of the head of state." pressure……"
Doctor Huang's hand was tightly grasped by Ye Qiu, and he slowly pressed it down, "No brother raised his hand, only you... your vote doesn't count!"
"Everyone knows that if you fight a war, people will die. But if you don't fight, won't people die?"
"It makes no sense. The head of state once said that there are Chinese people in this world and there are no Chinese people. If you say the Chinese people exist, they are real. If you say they are illusory, they are also illusory!"
"The key is what the people who make up the Chinese race are like! What each of our Chinese citizens is like, then what the Chinese race is like!"
"If we are weaklings, groveling and flattering each other, then what is the difference between us and the Manchus? We are just changing the soup without changing the medicine!"
"If we kneel, then the Chinese won't stand!"
"If we are dirty, then the Chinese will not be clean either!"
"You said all this happened because of you? In fact, you overestimate yourself. If the Chinese cannot even protect their own citizens, then what kind of utopia is this in the head of state's mind?"
"Even if it is not you, Evil Doctor Huang, who is under house arrest today, but I, Ye Qiu, are under house arrest, I believe that the head of state will definitely save me like this!"
"I was wrong, I was really wrong just now... I shouldn't have said those words, forget it, just think of me as a provocateur!"
"I also want to understand now. The head of state asked us to come here. Saving people is the first task. Of course, the second task is to establish authority!"
"This is the first battle for our Chinese special forces in the Manchu Qing Dynasty. We must not lose our prestige!"
"For our mission, the head of state did not grant us the flag of residual blood. This means that although I, Ye Qiu, am the commander, I have no right to issue orders that will break everything!"
"But I know very well that every one of our brothers has a residual blood flag in his heart. The moment it is raised, the square inch of land under our feet is the Chinese nation and our home!"
"Death is nothing to be afraid of! What is there to fear about death? I know that after I die, my family and relatives will receive supreme honor and even better honors because of me!"
"I also know that the souls after death are not lonely ghosts. Our tablets are enshrined in the Ryukyu War Temple!"
"What's there to be afraid of? What's there to be afraid of? Doctor Huang, you shoulder the more important mission of the head of state. Your life is a priceless treasure. Don't underestimate yourself!"
Ye Qiu's words inspired even the wounded soldiers to sit up. Everyone in the Chinese tribe had a residual blood flag in their hearts, just waiting to be raised when needed!
At this moment, the sky and the earth are transparent and clear, and the night sky is full of stars. The three small warehouse courtyards have a faint sacred smell, and the howling of hungry wolves outside the walls seems so distant and insignificant!
Doctor Huang wiped his tears and stopped talking. He continued to bandage the wounds of the wounded soldiers. The soldier who was shot in the shoulder and lost too much blood actually forgot about the pain and sang a song in a low voice with his lips!
"I ascend the mountain as a tiger... I descend into the sea as a dragon... I am a great hero in the world..."
A low groan brought more people singing!
"I wave my hand to make rain...I dance to make wind...look at my Chinese dragon rising in the east..."
"Fuck!" Ye Qiu cursed with red eyes, "If you want to sing, just sing together! Sing with our momentum and let these dog slaves listen!"
"All the Han people in Xishan Camp are doing well! I will tell you how we Han people should live!"
"After many thunderstorms, many winds, and thousands of frosts, I have spent thousands of winters, why should I be afraid of the wind, why should I be afraid of the rain, why should I be afraid of the shaking of the mountains and the ground. If I were to fly into the sky, the force could swallow a rainbow..."
"I ascend the mountain as a tiger... I descend into the sea as a dragon... I am a great hero in the world..."
Dragon Song, the Chinese military song, has been sung for seven years and has penetrated into the body and mind, but the people in the Qing Dynasty have basically never stopped singing it.
The Xishan soldiers outside who were preparing for the last charge were dumbfounded. They had never stopped singing such majestic lyrics, and they had never seen such a domineering and arrogant momentum!
These Chinese warriors dared to call themselves dragons. This kind of contempt for everything made the things hidden in their bones and souls suddenly shake!
Maybe there are some things that will not be enslaved, nor will they be obliterated... they are just hidden and covered up.
You have been brainwashed by many people. They tell you that you do not have such a thing. This is a kind of blood that you have never had!
But these are all lies. The memory of the early pioneering history of the Chinese nation has long been integrated into the blood of the people. The pioneering spirit, bravery and domineering spirit at that time will never be forgotten!
"Am I...am I Han? It seems like I haven't thought about this issue for two hundred years..."
How many people have a war song planted seeds in their hearts? It’s impossible to count!
The war song was loud and loud, and the aura of a hundred people overwhelmed the entire battle. At this moment, Yi Xin and Yixuan had mobilized a small force of three thousand people to surround the place, but they could not overpower the aura of this war song that soared into the sky!
All the Eight Banners disciples of the Manchus were all dumbfounded. The most fearful thing in their souls was revealed!
There are endless Han people in the world. If everyone treats death like these soldiers, how can this country still be in control? Can the Manchus survive?
At the Donghua Gate of the Forbidden City, Zai Chun put down his telescope. Of course he knew that he couldn't actually see anything from such a distance, but he still stood here and looked at it for a long time.
"They won't surrender. Is it Ye Qiu who is leading the team? I once learned marksmanship from him..."
"What a pity...those people are so proud that they look at me, the emperor, as an ordinary person and a little brother!"
"They will not surrender. They raised the flag of residual blood and sang the dragon song, which proves that they are determined to die..."
"And their mission is not only to rescue Dr. Huang, but also to show the entire Qing Dynasty their determination to promote industrialization!"
"He is trying to tell me that Sixth Uncle and Seventh Uncle and others are determined to stop the pace of industrialization..."
Zai Chun's eye sockets felt hot, and he turned around and walked down the tower. He waved his hand, "Go back to Yangxin Hall... Stop looking, stop looking..."
This was a war that made Zai Chun extremely sad. On one side were his brothers and comrades who had trained together and had a big meal together, and on the other side was his mother country.
He couldn't be happy about this war no matter what!
There are many people who are as heartbroken as Zai Chun. Behind Majiawan and to the west of Yangmao Hutong, there is a small Manchu yamen called Baoyuan Bureau.
Today in Baoyuan Bureau, a middle-aged man was already crying like a child!
