There were many people crying and crying that night.
Chen Dinglan knelt on the ground with one knee, and the sword in his hand penetrated deeply into the deck.
He has been waiting, waiting in the sea area of Shangyun Dao Zhoushi's camp.
Three ships came to pick them up. They were taken to Guocheng in the name of supporting Chu Qing, but in fact they were recruited by the Uchi God.
Chen Dinglan got on the boat and got on the boat excitedly with his men.
When they got on the boat, the Japanese thieves on the boat noticed something was wrong, because it was not cold tonight, but the navy troops were shivering.
The troops of Shang Yun Dao Zhou Division are shaking.
Among the three paths in the East China Sea, only Shang Yun Dao Zhoushi was not taken over by Chu Qing, at least not in a substantial sense.
Because Chu Qing doesn't need to take over, because he knows Chen Dinglan, and because he knows how many men like Chen Dinglan are there in Master Shangyun Daozhou!
They tremble because they have finally waited for today.
On the ship, corpses were piled up, all of them were the corpses of Japanese thieves.
Chen Dinglan's big tears were dripping.
"Bang!"
"Bang bang!"
"Bang bang bang!"
Chen Dinglan, the commander of Donghai Zhoushi Shangyundao Zhoushifu and a third-grade military general, beat his chest so hard that his blood surged and his sternum hurt violently.
He was afraid that this was all a dream, that it was all a dream.
"Letter, my letter, my handsome letter, my handsome letter!"
Chen Dinglan suddenly seemed to be crazy. He stumbled to his feet and shouted.
The deputy general quickly pulled out a thick stack of letter paper from his sleeve.
Chen Dinglan felt as if he had found a treasure. He awkwardly wiped the blood from his hands with the hem of his clothes, and even his most cherished sword fell on the deck.
Opening the letter, Chen Dinglan smiled like a child, with a bit of joy and a bit of pride.
"Look, you saw it, I did it, I, Chen Dinglan, your deputy commander, did it, did it, did it..."
The more he spoke, the softer Chen Dinglan's voice became. His joy turned into pain, and his pride turned into heart-wrenching pain.
On the letter, there are names one by one, four hundred and sixty-one names of Paoze who were killed by noble families, killed by Japanese thieves, and swallowed by the waves.
Chen Dinglan's knees were sore that he knelt down on the blood-stained deck and cried loudly.
Revenge is not always pleasant. When the seeds of revenge bloom and bear fruit, they will have no taste at all, except the sweetness, because this seed is made of blood and bones, the blood of compatriots and the bones of martyrs.
Made by watering.
The prefix of hatred is pain. The dead person is gone, but the hurt person is still alive, carrying pain, and looking forward to revenge.
Just like the former deputy general of Jiaoying and now the commander-in-chief of Guanghuai Dao Zhoushi Mansion, Wen Ya.
Wen Ya was injured, and his team encountered unprecedented resistance.
Among the three paths, Guanghuai Way is the most useless in terms of current combat power.
Luo Yundao has Chu Qing, a friend who knows how to train soldiers best. Those useless soldiers have long since transformed into warriors with iron will.
Not to mention Shang Yundao, Chen Dinglan has been sharpening his sword since the day he became the captain.
Only Guanghuai Dao and Wen Ya went too late. Most of the old soldiers were captured due to the surprise attack on Luo Yundao on Yuan Ye. After transformation, some went to Ryukyu Island, some stayed in Luo Yundao, and only a few returned to Guang.
Huaidao, most of them are new students.
Wen Ya's mission is also to seize ships, but the foundation of the army is too poor. It is more difficult to train good ship seizers than the other two tasks.
Perhaps it was because of some evil he committed in his previous life. The Japanese pirate fleet that Wen Ya encountered was the largest and most elite in comparison.
"Father!" Bai Biao was a small man, with the rusty sword swinging out the afterimage, and his childish face stained with blood: "You said that after destroying the Japanese thieves, you will get married.
"
Wen Ya, with blood flowing all over her arm, held a big flag with the word "Wen" in her left hand and a Mo Dao in her right hand. She laughed loudly: "Silly boy, if your adoptive father gets married and has a baby, he won't love you anymore."
"Then you also want to get married and have children. I will help you teach your younger brothers and sisters how to read and write, and teach them the art of war and battle formations."
"good!"
Wen Ya staggered forward and charged forward to kill. Originally, he should not be injured, but he had to free up one hand to hold the battle flag. This battle flag was handed to him by Chu Qing himself.
Chu Qing replaced the big word "Chu" with the word "wen".
Wen Ya will not let this battle flag fall, just like he will never let Chu Qing down.
Every soldier who was fighting seemed to have hatred in their eyes, and the same was true for Wen Ya.
His kindness and loyalty have long since disappeared as the people he knew died under the knife of the Japanese thieves.
He couldn't even tell whether he adopted children like Bai Biao out of love or out of use.
Hatred will always confuse a lot of good and bad, good and evil, making people unable to see themselves clearly and forget themselves.
And the person who creates hatred is right in front of you.
Bai Biao did not go to stop Wen Ya's bleeding because his adoptive father told him that on the battlefield, he should save his own life first. If he holds on to Pao Ze's life first among the enemies, he will not only kill himself, but also his own life.
Death Robe Ze.
Bai Biaolun, the Mo Dao, laughed loudly: "Father, I killed another person..."
"Father, we are almost at the stern of the boat, we are preparing for the child..."
"On the left, my child will help you..."
Wen Ya's vision began to blur, and only Bai Biao's voice came clearly to her ears.
"Father, I will kill another person..."
"My child's sword skills have improved..."
"Father...Father's child...I won't kill the child!"
Bai Biao finally couldn't hold it anymore. There were many Japanese thieves at the stern of the ship, but he finally couldn't hold it anymore. The Mo Dao, which he regarded as a treasure, hit the deck heavily.
Bai Biao was showing off so proudly just now, but he didn't know that Bai Biao had already burst into tears because he knew that Wen Ya behind him was bleeding all the time.
"Father, foster father!" Bai Biao finally forgot Wen Ya's usual admonitions. Even if the enemy and thieves were in front of him, he ran back regardless, his face full of tears.
With a "wow" sound, Bai Biao was like a helpless child. Because he wanted to seize the ship, the medicine cloth was useless after soaking in sea water, so he didn't carry it with him.
Kneeling in front of Wen Ya, Bai Biao tightly hugged Wen Ya's blood-soaked left arm: "Father, foster father, do you feel any pain? You...what should I do with the child? What should I do with the child? Please teach the child...
"
Wen Ya stared, holding a battle flag in her left hand and a Mo Dao in her right hand.
This is his dignity, his stubbornness, and his perseverance.
The flag will never fall.
The knife will not be lost.
But he really wanted to touch Bai Biao's head, just like Chu Qing rubbed Chang Xian's little head, doting on him, doting on him, like a father and son.
"Father..." Bai Biao cried heartbreakingly and hugged Wen Ya at a loss.
This was the first time he saw Wen Ya being so seriously injured, with so much blood and red blood, which made him feel distressed, frightened and confused.
There was a "bang" sound.
Wen Ya finally gave up her persistence.
What hit the deck was a knife, a mo knife, not a battle flag.
He stretched out his free right hand, pressed it on Bai Biao's head stiffly and even with some force.
Wen Ya showed a kind smile and hugged Bai Biao vigorously in her arms.
"Father, it's okay. I've shed tears, and then I'll help my foster father kill the enemy!"
The last Japanese thief finally fell, the boat was in hand, and Wen Ya hugged him tighter.
At this moment, Wen Ya finally reconciled with herself.
In the past, he was confused and confused, so he simply stopped thinking about it. He didn't dare to think deeply about whether he was using Bai Biao and these children, for fear of hating himself and being afraid of spurning himself.
But at this moment, he reconciled with himself. He regarded Bai Biao and every child as his own flesh and blood. It is like this today, and it will be like this tomorrow. After calling him foster father, he will... take care of them.
For a lifetime.
"Damn, there are more than two hundred bastards..." The pale-faced Wen Ya showed a self-deprecating smile: "In the future, I will no longer accept adopted children, how can I take care of it."
Bai Biao raised his head, his eyes blurred by tears: "Father, you...are you still in pain?"
Wen Ya turned a deaf ear and suddenly showed a smile that Bai Biao had never seen before, seeming a little proud.
"Two hundred and seventeen sons, one will hear two hundred and seventeen calls of daddy..."
Bai Biao burst into tears and smiled: "Father, it's okay for you. I killed sixteen Japanese thieves. You said that if you kill fifteen, you will teach me the art of boating and bowing. You must keep your word."
"Father, I'm sorry for you." Wen Ya lowered her head, still smiling, and shook her head: "I don't kill people just to let you kill people too. I won't teach you anything anymore. I won't teach you anything. In a few days, you go to study.
, go to the Hanmen Academy to study."
Bai Biao was stunned.
Wen Ya looked at the dark night sky and nodded heavily.
Yes, that’s right, I kill people not so that my descendants can kill people, but for my children to live well and happily!
"Study, get a wife, and have babies!" Wen Ya rubbed Wen Ya's head vigorously and kept repeating: "Yes, I am your father. How can you have a father? If you let your baby kill people, you have to study, you have to get a wife, you have to