Everyone who was in shock did not notice that on the top of the mast of the first large ship that had hung a flag commanding the Westerners to surrender, at this time, the flag seemed to have been replaced, and two figures were standing there.
I was busy with my hands and feet.
"I asked, why aren't we called the White Star Front? That's more appropriate. The Eighth Route Army? Does this name have any special meaning? Where is the Seventh Route Army?"
"If General Meng still has seven such claims, with corresponding hundreds of thousands of army, navy and air force, and even the navy is the group army force of a new aircraft carrier battle group like our Dingbei formation... I am afraid he will wake up from his dream with laughter - barbarians? We Meng
Grandpa sent them away with one hand!"
A magic-suited sergeant was hanging a flag on the rope while saying.
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"This is the name chosen by the commander himself. How do I know?"
"This is also to embolden our own people and give the enemy psychological deterrence, you know. In ancient times, we didn't even have hundreds of thousands of people yet we dared to call ourselves a million."
"Anyway, we can also claim that the army has not come over from the base, and our navy is just the vanguard - hurry up and signal, you idiot, the people below are already urging you."
His companion listened to the voice in the headset as he spoke, but rolled his eyes.
"Hey, I feel like I traveled through time and space and returned to modern times. Damn it, I was a signal soldier, and now I have become a signal soldier?"
The sergeant moved his hands quickly, but said dissatisfiedly.
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"Come on, I wonder who rushed to come with me when the commander asked me the question. Signal Corps? Do you still want to talk about magic?"
His companion's movements were not much slower than his.
"This is modern times, maybe even worse than modern times. The only way to communicate with them over long distances is the semaphore that has been around since the Middle Ages. We must at least indicate our identity so that our compatriots on the shore can be prepared?"
"So, brother, let's just make a guest appearance. At least we have a good view here. The air raid just now was really spectacular. You don't know, I even saw a big fish being blown up after raising a white flag -
Are those bastards in the sky so shameless? They all raised the white flag and then exploded. I chose the biggest one and whipped the corpse so tastefully. It was so... so exciting!"
He said with joy.
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"Um... I guess it's because his hands are shaking? Oh, of course, we don't rule out the possibility of mechanical failure in the fighter plane. Perhaps, this air assault pilot will need to undergo a mental test after the war?"
"However, this is not under our control. If they want to protest, please call the Interdimensional Magic and go to the mountains and seas to complain to the relevant departments of the empire."
The sergeant commented seriously while he was busy.
"Damn it. The imperial government has missed talented people... You shouldn't be a signal corps, let alone a flagman. You should go to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs..."
His companions looked at him dumbfounded and murmured, but they had already hung up the last small flag in their hands.
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At the same time, a sharp-eyed person in Maguan also discovered something strange happened again on the lead ship.
"Look! What is that? They changed the semaphore, a new semaphore!"
he shouted excitedly.
People looked around one after another, and those who knew the semaphore in the crowd could not help but translate it loudly for everyone around them.
"Mountains and seas...the Chinese Empire...the Eighth Route Army...all the officers and soldiers of the Dingbei Air Attack Carrier Formation pay tribute to me...the descendants of our White Star Chinese compatriots...!"
Mountains and seas? The Chinese Empire? The Eighth Route Army? Salute us...?
The person who read the semaphore had a dazed look on his face after reading the semaphore, and the person who listened to the semaphore became more and more incredible as he listened.
After a moment of silence that seemed like an eternity away, the crowd was like countless volcanoes that had broken through the critical point, erupting violently!
It’s the mother planet! It’s the motherland! It’s the heavenly soldiers of the motherland!
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They are the heavenly soldiers of the motherland...
The old people silently put their hands on their chests. Their rickety bodies seemed to gradually straighten up, and their old faces were already glowing with vitality. They looked towards the north with trembling eyes and burst into tears.
They are the heavenly soldiers of the motherland!
A Chinese demon warrior suddenly knelt on the ground and howled in the direction of the north. The seven-foot-tall man cried like a child longing for his mother, but more and more people joined him. Tears flowed.
His face is full and he grabs the ground with his head.
Are they the heavenly soldiers of the motherland...
The great elder stood up suddenly. He looked tremblingly at the gorgeous fleet that was forming on the sea in the distance. He burst into tears. He looked down at the documents on the table and tore them into pieces. He
He cried heavily, covered his face, and murmured unknown words.
Is it the motherland...
Huang Hongman squeezed Zeng Chi's hand tightly, even squeezing Zeng Chi's hand, which was a muscular man, until it hurt. She looked at the gorgeous fleet on the sea in disbelief, tears flowing freely on the girl's face
.She threw herself into Zeng Chi's arms and cried uncontrollably. In her sad cry, she gradually began to feel the joy of the vast sea and sky.
Zeng Chi stared at the majestic fleet on the sea with his mouth agape. For the first time, an extremely solemn look appeared in the eyes of the proud blood elf prince, and there was even more excitement and curiosity shining in his eyes.
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It’s the motherland…
Lin Qi stared blankly at everything in front of her.
That dreamlike steel fleet, that unrivaled power of God! In an instant, it became extremely kind in the eyes of the girl.
All the shocks and mysteries they brought... along with the floating flag, disappeared in the girl's heart...
It turns out...it's the motherland...
I said I was surprised, how could Bai Xing appear such a magical weapon, like a war weapon from the civilization of the gods... It turned out that the motherland was looking for her lost child...
She burst into tears.
It turns out...this is the motherland...this is the legendary three mountains and five mountains towering into the clouds, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River rushing endlessly, and the Chinese people have been dreaming about it for generations...the homeland, the motherland...
A dazzling smile gradually bloomed on the girl's face. She laughed softly, smiled and cried towards the north.
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"How is it possible! How is it possible!"
Sartre screamed miserably, but he was already out of his mind.
"Isn't this how your ancestors came here? Don't tell us that it's a small chance of one in a billion. Facts speak louder than words! Why, you are allowed to come, but we are not allowed to come? Oh, I'm sorry, we are
There seem to be a lot of people who come here, and they are a little fierce. They also have a bad temper?"
Someone in the crowd laughed and said sarcastically to Sartre.
Sartre's face turned pale. He looked around, only to find that the crowd around him had already surrounded them. Hundreds of Chinese demon warriors had come out of the crowd, drawing swords and fighting with his face.
The frightened and pale guards faced off maliciously.
He screamed strangely and slowly collapsed to the ground.
"You can't... you can't hurt me. Even if you have such a strong support, you won't have food. You will be hungry."
He said almost incoherently.
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"Of course we are afraid of starving, but we are even more afraid of being embarrassed in front of the motherland! Although we are doing it for our children, we are still weak in our bones. We have almost become sinners of the motherland! Sinners of the nation! And now, we cannot make the same mistake again.
Wrong! Even the children! Even if they all starve to death! We cannot let the motherland think that our children are weaklings! We must stand in front of the motherland and starve to death!"
A Chinese demon warrior in front of him said in a stern voice. He stepped out of the crowd and looked at Sartre with great contempt.
"As for you... brothers! Take them down! Lock them up! After we get in touch with the motherland, let the heavenly soldiers of the motherland punish them!"
He raised his arms and shouted.
With a sudden promise, a tidal wave of demon warriors surged out from behind him and surrounded Sartre and his party.
"No! The troops coming from your motherland may just be an army that entered by mistake like ours. You still have no food! But we can negotiate! We can give you food! Otherwise you will starve to death! Dear Chinese
Brothers, think about your children, they cannot have no future! Yes, we can really discuss it!"
Sartre struggled and shouted in horror.
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The Chinese Demon Zhan were all stunned and looked at the leader of the Demon Zhan. However, the expression of the leader Demon Zhan also became uncertain.
"How could we starve to death? With the motherland here, what do we have to worry about? When has the motherland ever starved us? With such a powerful force, what can't we do? I think they won't just watch.
Watching their compatriots starve to death. Maybe, after seeing our situation, they will help us find our friendly neighbors and life-and-death enemies...to borrow some?"
A person in the crowd suddenly said coldly.
"No, no, no, how could it be a loan? They owe us, everyone knows this! If we hadn't stood in front of us with our blood and lives for hundreds of years, they would have been swallowed up by the barbarians, and even more so
Let alone develop into their bullshit kingdom? But now, they think we are useless, but they want to kick us away and force us into a dead end! How can anything in the world be so cheap!"
"So, we are just recovering the debt. We don't need to beg for food! We prefer... let the motherland use the god-like magic fighter to get it for us! Anyway, everyone just listened to what the master said
, they can go almost anywhere... Stormwind City, I guess they can also go shopping."
Another person added even more maliciously.
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Sartre's voice suddenly stopped like a duck being strangled. His face suddenly lost all color. He looked pale and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably. He no longer dared to resist at all. He was suddenly enlightened.
The Chinese demon warriors were tied up tightly.
The crowd fell silent. They watched as Sartre and others were dragged down the mountain like dead dogs, gradually disappearing...
"Long live the motherland!"
A child of fifteen or sixteen suddenly cried out with tears streaming down his face.
"Long live the motherland!"
The surging voice suddenly sounded proudly in the mouths of everyone with tears in their eyes, and could no longer stop... (To be continued...)
ps: I am extremely grateful to the two brothers "Wandering Box" and "Warrior Hanhaoniao" for their monthly support.