Fight against thieves, fight against thieves, fight against thieves who have committed countless blood debts.
Revenge, revenge, revenge for my people in the East China Sea.
The end of anger is silence.
All three armies were silent.
The fire of vengeance is their language. The divine arm crossbow has fire, the trebuchet has fire, and the fire of vengeance descends on the Guocheng and on the heads of the Japanese thieves.
All the troops were speechless.
When Japanese thieves invaded, they were speechless, speechless, swordless, and heartless.
Today, I am still speechless and speechless, but I have a knife, and I have a burning heart and a desire for revenge.
We say we want revenge.
We say 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 grief.
Now, without words, there are swords and hearts.
Revenge needs no words.
There is no need to express my regret.
All it takes is a knife and a heart.
Holding the knife, carrying the heart of revenge, without saying a word, revenge!
"I am willing to fight with heaven, fight with earth, fight with gods, fight with all Buddhas, and die. Death is not a pity!"
Liao Wenzhi smashed the hammer on the spring of the trebuchet and shouted to the sky: "I would rather fight the Japanese thieves to the death. I will not punish the Japanese thieves. 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 war horse and used all his strength: "Brothers from Hu Girl, you are from Chang, the sons of my Han family, my brothers, my parents, and my relatives. At this moment,
They are all good men from the Chang Dynasty, and they are all good men who fight 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 and the government troops 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 just
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 that was 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 they are ferocious, terrifying, and cruel.
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, like a dead dog, being dragged by his followers 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 methods.
The three gates that had been tampered with all collapsed.
The warriors were in no hurry to enter the city.
The gunpowder crossbow is still firing.
The fierce fire oil still shrouds purgatory over the heads of the thieves.
The warriors have not been dazzled by hatred. Marshal Chu once said, 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 cold light, and the water on his body seemed to be condensing. Beside him were the best sailors. They had been training hard for three months.
, that’s tonight.
These ghosts boarded the Japanese warships.
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 his two swords, Yamamoto Shu, who was known as the most valiant general under the Uchi God, and 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 the cuttlefish. Lin Gu regarded them as treasures. He cut the iron like clay and broke it when the hair was blown. The skull of the Japanese thief, no better than the 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, and enemies and thieves..."
Lin Rui arrived at 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 won't die, it's you who will die..."
Lin Hui, breathing heavily, stood at the stern of the boat, with blood stains on his body that were too thick to be removed.
"Now that you are dead, Master, you are still right. The Japanese thieves all deserve to die..."
Taking a deep breath, Lin Hu 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 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 would like to travel through time and space, hold a long knife, and stand upright.
Go to the coast to kill the Japanese thieves and protect the people!
Countless troops from 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 people 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 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 souls 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, be free, breathe, live, and have the right to love.