Beg the thief, beg the thief, beg the thief who committed every blood debt.
Revenge, revenge, revenge for my fellow citizens of the East China Sea.
The end of anger is silence.
The three armies were all silent.
The fire of revenge is their language. The divine arm crossbow has fire, the trebuchet has fire, and the fire of revenge descends on Guocheng and on the head of the Japanese thief.
All the troops were speechless.
When Japanese thieves invaded, they were speechless, speechless, swordless, and heartless.
Today, he is still speechless and speechless, but he has a knife, a burning heart, and a heart for revenge.
We say we want revenge.
We want to avenge you.
But at that time, there was no knife in my hand, and there was no hatred in my heart, only sadness and sadness.
Now, without words, there are swords and hearts.
Revenge needs no words.
There is no need to express my hatred.
All it takes is a knife and a heart.
Holding a knife and a heart for revenge, take revenge without saying a word!
"I am willing to fight with the sky, the earth, the gods, and the Buddhas, and I will die. Death is not a pity!"
Liao Wenzhi smashed the hammer on the spring of the trebuchet, looked up to the sky and roared: "I would rather fight the Japanese thieves to the death. I will not punish the Japanese thieves, and the Japanese thieves will slaughter my elders in the East China Sea. I will not destroy the Japanese thieves. The thief is bullying my fellow kinsmen, kill, kill, kill!"
Chen Yan rode on the horse and used all his strength: "Brothers from Hu Girl, you are from Chang, you are the son of my Han family, you are my brother, you are my younger brother, you are my parents, you are my relatives. At this moment, They are all good men from the Chang Dynasty, who are fighting against the Japanese thieves to the death, kill them!"
With the sound of killing, Chen Yan, who was riding a horse, rushed towards the south gate. The wooden stick in the hand of the Hu female tribe member was replaced by the sharpest long knife.
Liao Wenzhi threw away the hammer and tore off his Confucian robe. The forty-year-old man's body was covered with bronzed muscles.
"Eight hundred miles of red land, whose sin, eight thousand heads, whose blood, eight hundred thousand men from the East China Sea, whose hatred, with the sword in the palm, blood in the chest, life with the robe, death with the enemy and thieves, blood stained the East China Sea, no matter You’ll be responsible for this life!”
Liao Wenzhi roared angrily: "Follow me and kill the enemy!"
The army of quelling the rebellion, the official army, followed Liao Wenzhi, who was holding a hammer in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, and rushed towards the north gate.
Nangong Ping is not a man of many words. There is fire in his eyes, not reflecting the fire of Guocheng, but the fire in his heart. He has heard too much about the tragedy in the East China Sea. The evil thieves who caused these tragedies are... There, next, without him, kill!
"Ah~~~~Eight...no, seven...the sword in the palm, I..." Chu Qing held it in for a long time, then waved his hand: "Bleach his mother, kill!"
Three gates, besieging the city, three armies, attacking Guocheng!
Under his feet was the blazing earth, in his hands was a gunpowder crossbow like a flying star, and above his head was a dark barrel of fierce fire oil.
The gunpowder crossbows are shooting, the fire oil barrels are flying,
In the night sky, a giant eagle flew past, and an eagle roared high in the sky.
That is Laoleng, the Laoleng that only Qingyang who pursues freedom will always see.
This laoleng has been hovering over the East China Sea for countless days and nights. In its cold and ruthless eyes, it is unknown how many tragedies it has seen and how many evil ghosts it has seen climb up from the sea into the hot land of Chang people.
It has long been numb.
It has long been accustomed to it.
It is still hovering, watching, still indifferent.
It seems to be waiting, and it seems to not know what it is waiting for.
Tonight, everything has the answer.
Evil ghosts do not belong to the human world. The hot land of the human world is the hot land of humans, not the purgatory of ghosts.
People are afraid of ghosts because of their ferocity, terror, and cruelty.
When people are no longer afraid of ghosts, when people hold a long knife or a three-foot green blade, evil ghosts will eventually be driven back to the purgatory where they belong.
No, the people standing on this hot land do not want to drive the ghosts back to purgatory. Instead, they want to drag purgatory from the netherworld to the human world and drag it into the Guo City. In the human world, let the evil ghosts go deep into purgatory. !
Ghost head, wearing human skin, the name of human skin, Uchi god belt.
Ghosts are no longer hideous, terrifying, and cruel.
It is ferocious, and the crossbow is even more ferocious without gunpowder.
It's not as scary as fire or oil.
Its cruelty is so ridiculous in front of those warriors who want to cut the Japanese thieves into pieces.
Ghosts are no longer scary, only ridiculous.
Uchi Shendai collapsed on top of the city, despairing of all thoughts, like a dead dog, being dragged by his cronies to leave and escape from all this.
After the first gunpowder crossbow was fired, the Ying thieves did not even know how to fight. They had never heard of the Chang people's attack method.
The three gates that had been tampered with all collapsed.
The warriors were in no hurry to enter the city.
The gunpowder crossbow was still firing.
The fierce fire oil still shrouded purgatory over the head of the thief.
The warriors have not been dazzled by hatred. Marshal Chu once said that we will take revenge, but when it is absolutely necessary, we do not need to use our lives to burn with the Japanese thieves, because they are not worthy, because we want to live and kill. More Japanese thieves.
Gunpowder crossbows and fierce fire oil kept hitting the Guo City.
Those Japanese thieves were like lit candle ends, and like a group of demons dancing in purgatory, screaming, wailing, and panicking.
No matter how brave the warriors are, they are still made of flesh and blood. They only need to surround the city and purgatory, waiting patiently for the lucky evil spirits to break out of purgatory and then be torn into pieces by them.
The same scene happened at sea, but it was quieter and more bloody.
Lin Wu was like a ghost nine thousand feet under the sea. His swords were emitting a cold light, and the water on his body seemed to be condensing. Beside him were the best sailors, who had been training hard for three months. , that’s tonight.
These ghosts boarded the warships of the Japanese thieves.
The warships built by the Japanese thieves are very unlucky and disgusting. Only blood, the blood of the Japanese thieves, can make these warships look brand new.
"my dream…"
Lin Kuai slashed out with two swords, and Yamamoto Shu, who was known as the bravest general under the Uchi God, had his head turned into four petals.
Two knives, shorter than the long knife and longer than the short knife, were given as a gift by Cuttlefish. Lin Gu regarded them as treasures. He cut the iron like mud and broke it when blowing. The skull of the Japanese thief, which was no harder than iron, turned into four petals and cut neatly. Four faces, two eyes, and two noses.
"Not awake..."
Lin Rui trampled half of Yamamoto's face to pieces, and his two swords danced into sword light, moving forward indomitably.
"In the dream, there was the sea, blood, robes, enemies and thieves..."
Lin Rui came to the bow of the ship, with broken limbs and arms behind him.
"I knew then that I would come here and die here..."
Lin Hui went back and killed those Japanese thieves who were stubbornly resisting.
"The young master said, I will not die, it is you who will die..."
Lin Hui, breathing heavily, stood at the stern of the boat, the blood on his body too thick to be removed.
"Now that you are dead, Master, you are still right. The thieves all deserve to die..."
Taking a deep breath, Lin Hai looked at the flames on the sea.
"The men of Donghai, the women of Donghai, the old guys of Donghai, the little boys of Donghai, have you seen it? I have avenged you, I have avenged you!"
Lin Rui's eyes were filled with tears, and the tears mixed with blood dripped on the deck.
Lin Kui is not from the East China Sea, but after coming to the East China Sea, anyone who comes to the East China Sea and knows what the Japanese thieves have done will wish that he is a Donghai person. A native of the East China Sea, he can't wait to travel through time and space, hold a long knife, and stand upright. Go to the coast, kill the Japanese thieves, and protect the people!
Countless troops of the boat division wept bitterly.
The most painful thing in this world is not not getting love, but not getting revenge.
People always say that you can give up everything for love.
But for those who truly suffer unforgettable pain, for the sake of hatred and revenge, they are willing to transform into demons, fight for hatred, and die for hatred.
If you give up everything for the one you love, you may get love.
But for the person you hate, even if you get revenge, what you lose will be lost forever.
Just like those innocent souls who died in the hands of the Japanese thieves, they will not return to the human world. No matter what they do or say, they will never come back.
People need to remember them, remember the ghosts of injustice, remember the heroes, and also remember the hatred.
Looking up at the stars and stepping on the earth.
The stars in the sky contain the souls of heroes.
The earth beneath the ground has a loyal body.
It is heaven and earth that allow us to still be here, stand here, free, breathing, alive, and have the right to love.
And with love, hate should not be forgotten!
