"Three Thousand Camps, General Luo, Riyue Mountain River is still there, Daming Jiangshan ... still!"

In front of the screen, countless audiences are boiling.

They tears, and they hit the phone screen with excitement.

Tears, dripping on the screen from time to time.

They cried and wiped ...

"Woohoo, General Luo's death was too miserable, not even the bones of bones!"

"I know that rushing up will die, but he still rushes up!"

"He died, and there was no step back ..."

The mood of many audiences is difficult to calm down, immersed in the sadness of the heavy rain.

"Yeah, the soldiers of the three thousand battalions are all good. We used to only know Zhu Qiyu, only know Yu Qian ..."

"However, only Jiang Shen! He will consider that in the long river of Huaxia, in order to defend our Huaxia people, the head of the head is sprinkled with blood, one after another."

"No! They are not small at all. They are all heroes of our Huaxia nation!"

"Thanks to Jiang Shen, finally let me understand, heroes are not necessarily all named!"

"This reminds me of the cavalry company in a sword, and the company leader thinks!"

"He is also one person and one sword, and one person and one horse!"

Some audiences seem to be filled with waterfalls.

Although this scene is more real and more tragic than that cavalry company.

However, that to protect Huaxia's heart, it is regardless of size.

After changing that company commander, he must have faced the 20,000 troops, and he would rush forward without hesitation.

Because this is the military soul of Huaxia for thousands of years.

When I thought of this, I thought of the long river of Huaxia's history, from the three emperors and five emperors, to the beginning of the emperor, to now, every scene of every Huaxia Army, countless audiences, wet their eyes again!

"Woohoo, my grandfather missed his comrades, he said, we survived all the honors, but in that era, the dead comrades could no longer come back ..."

"He said, if his comrades can come back, he would rather not want it all ..."

"He is very pleased, pleased by Huaxia today ... Guotai Min'an !!!"

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Modern world!

Some veterans, when they saw this scene, many people got up and looked at the collection of Huaxia solemnly.

There are some, I failed to get up ...

Because the war seized one of them, or two ... legs.

They, looking at the collection of the collection of Huaxia, the young man standing on the Temple of Heaven, his eyes were full of recognition and gratitude.

Their bodies trembled violently, and it seemed that they remembered something.

"Lao Chen, do you want brothers?"

An old man, picked up his mobile phone and dialed his old comrades' call.

"Think, why don't you want to?"

Lao Chen's choking voice sounded: "I was just watching the collection of Huaxia, and when I saw Luo Ming rushed over ... I remembered our company."

"Companner ..."

The old man's mobile phone "slammed" and fell on the ground.

He bowed his waist and wanted to pick up his phone, but suddenly found that the robotic arm seemed to be a little bit ...

"After all, it's old ..."

The old man sighed and moved, showing hard.

His grandson ran over quickly, picked up his mobile phone, put it in his ear.

"Lao Chen, who was backbone bag that year, it should be me."

The old man remembered his company leader, and the tears couldn't stop the flowing shed, and there was no bloody face.

"Don't say that, if you didn't push me away at the time, but you had trampled on the enemy's landmark, it would not be the case now!"

On the phone, the two elderly people, the voice became more and more choked.

They looked at the collection of Huaxia solemnly, and said sincerely: "We should really thank this young man. He used his own way to comfort our dead comrades."

"Yeah, when we see Lao Lian, we must tell him this matter."

"The motherland, and the children we once guarded, all grew up, they ... they never forgot us!"

A silent melody sounded silently in the minds of the two old men.

Mountain knows me, Jianghe knows me ...

The motherland will not forget ...

Don't forget me!

"Lao Liu, don't you want to grab the company commander in front of me. You dare to grab it, let's not be a comrade -in -arms, do the right!"

Lao Chen seemed to hear a trace.

The old man smiled: "It is also good to be a opposite. In this life, my old man has never scolded the enemy and hasn't scolded his comrades!"

"Well, I can tell you, let me go first, do I know?"

Lao Chen said in a joke with a joke: "We have to go to the beginning of the emperor with Jiang Yi, and go to the world to take a look at the world of Huaxia!"

"If you dare to go first, I will see that issue that died of you!"

"Oh, yeah, if the company commander and those brothers are still there, if they can also see Huaxia flying the world, it will be very happy?"

"That's natural! So, you have to live a long life, see Huaxia Tengfei, do you know?"

"Okay, then I will fight with you with a few words in the world!"

The old man smiled: "Just like Jiang Yi's young man said that, my young man, young man, middle age, and old age are all honored, and Huaxia is not far away!"

"This is almost the same, you have to live for me!"

Lao Liu hung up the phone and relieved heavily.

In front of his white bed, he was surrounded by more than a dozen medical experts.

"Now, push me into the operating room ----"

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at the same time.

Ying Tian Temple.

Most of the pictures on the mirror of time and space disappear, leaving only the loess that was soaked by heavy rain and blood.

Jiang Yi thought about it, letting this picture stagnant.

He looked solemn, his voice was calm, without losing thickness.

"In the long history of Huaxia's 5,000 years, there are not only emperors of all ages, but there are tens of millions of. In order to protect the Central Plains civilization, the" small "characters before and successively. In fact, they are not small at all, and they are not small at all.

It's just ... history failed to record their names. "

"For the endlessness of the Huaxia people, it can be passed on to the fire of Huaxia civilization. It is this person who seems to be inconspicuous after another. It is this thousands of three thousand camps.

, I took the torch of inheritance. "

"As Huaxia's ancestors, they carry the burden of the world and cast my later generations!"

Jiang Yi was wearing a Zhongshan outfit, straight waist, and resolute and stable, step by step, walking on the temple.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at him with a dignified face.

Hundreds of millions of audiences were tears and stared at him.

He paused, turned around, and solemnly looked at Zhu Yuanzhang: "The younger generation used to talk about the emperor, the dialogue, Tang Taizong, and the dialogue Xiang Yu.

"Each of you is more or less, which has promoted the development of Chinese civilization."

"But, from the perspective of juniors, the reason why you can do this is not just the Wen Tao Wu strategies that belong to you!"

"Huaxia is like a huge treasure boat, led by the country, guarded by the army, and the people as water."

Jiang Yi's voice sounded on Yingtian Temple.

"The country loves the people, the military and the people, the people love the people, the people love Huaxia, and the three of them have created our thousand -year -old spine of China.

"Now, my Huaxia later generations are also open after the beginning of the contract!"

"How ... after going on?"
Chapter completed!