Rebirth of the eldest daughter

Chapter 107 I'll Go First

One of the common people seemed to still have some strength. He shouted heartbreakingly: "Bai Army! Come and kill me! If I am allowed to live in the slavery of the Beiyan traitors, I would rather die here!"

"This is our city in Dongling. You have to take it back, so that the place where our souls return is not a 'foreign land', but our eternal homeland!"

"The land of Dongling must not be trampled upon! Die in your homeland and die in a worthy way! I am not afraid!"

It was a slightly hoarse voice, like that of a young man whose voice had just changed.

The young man's words resounded in the ears of all the soldiers.

Then, more and more voices followed the boy.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"The national disaster is not entirely the responsibility of the soldiers. Every one of us in Tangling has the responsibility to fight the national disaster together!"

"kill!"

"Even if we die today, our descendants will live happily in this land. We are Tangling people!"

"kill!"

"We are born as Dongling people! We die as the souls of Dongling! We will not be Beiyan's dogs! We will not be servile and coquettish dogs lingering under the enemy's feet!"

The hoarse voices sounded tragic and tragic, but the determination to not be afraid of death was sonorous and powerful.

Finally, there was the young man's hoarse roar: "You can't bear to do it, so I'll do it first! 18 years later, I'm a hero in Dongling again!"

"Soldiers, farewell forever. I will take one step first, and walk on the path of heroes under the Nine Springs. We will meet again!"

After saying that, the young man made no sound again.

On the city wall, some people's bodies moved, and then they were like lifeless puppets, hanging down on the silent ancient city wall.

Unexpectedly, before the Beiyan people could take action, they bit their tongues and committed suicide one after another, just to prevent the soldiers who regained the city from feeling guilty.

This scene happened in a short period of time.

Just when the Beiyan soldiers found out who made the sound, they had already died heroically. Even if the burning oil was poured on them, there would no longer be any painful screams.

The soldiers of Beiyan were angry and panicked.

Maybe I regret not closing the mouths of these people.

There are still some people who did not die. They tried their best and used their last strength to hum together the poem that expressed strong patriotic feelings in the long history:
Qi said without clothes?Go with the child.Master Wang Yuxing, repair my spear.Have hatred with the son!
Do you say no clothes?Same with Zi.Wang Yu Xingshi, repair my spear and halberd.Grow old together!
Qi said without clothes?Same clothes with the child.Division Wang Yuxing, repair my armor.Go with the son!
……

There is an overwhelming sadness and heroism in the singing.

But Bai Mingwei could tell that all of these people loved Dongling, and all of them were doing their best to protect this land of mountains and rivers.

They would rather die a tragic death than live a life of enslavement by foreign enemies.

The singing gradually faded and was almost inaudible.

Bai Mingwei drew out his sword, raised it high, and shouted with splitting eyes: "Soldiers! Kill!"

Even if they can't save the lives of these people, they still want to save this land.

Only in this way can the sacrifices of innocent people be valuable, and the descendants of the people can live in their homeland with dignity and dignity as Tanglin people.

"kill!"

All Bai Jiajun roared in unison.

The momentum shook the sky.

The morale that was originally dampened by this was raised to the highest level because of the people's calm death.

Everyone was choked with sobs, their eyes were red, and they felt an irresistible power.

Bai Jiajun's sword not only contained courage, but also contained endless anger, rushing towards the walls of Pingcheng like a black flood that broke a bank.

"Kill all these people and let them fight on the corpses of their compatriots!"

Among the enemy troops, the general gave cold instructions.The sword of the Beiyan Army was aimed at the rope that determined life and death.

Cut, cut again.

The corpses that had self-destructed themselves were smashed down and smashed to pieces.

Living lives fell and died one after another.

The Bai family army who came under the city wall also stepped on the corpses of their compatriots, stepped on the weak ones who were supposed to be protected, and killed themselves in this weather-beaten city.

Bai Mingwei's anger reached its peak.

And the sword in his hand, which had ended countless lives, emitted an ominous light.

Between the towering Pingcheng and the mighty Bai family army, she was just a tiny silhouette.

But she still picked up the sword, and under the protection of Wei Xiao, poured all her life's learning into the sword, then no longer held back, and suddenly slashed at the city wall.

With anger, with sadness.

This ominous sword, carrying her emotions, opened the city gate that had been hit by Beiyan people countless times.

The sword energy surged, destroying everything.

The soldier holding the door was shaken open, and the heavy wood shattered into several pieces.

The angry wind has not stopped for a long time.

Bai Ming is wearing a pair of robes for hunting, his blazing cloak sounds like fire, and his black hair is flying.

She roared like a giant beast amidst the sound of war drums: "You traitor of Northern Yan, give me back my mountains and rivers!"

Immediately afterwards, she rushed in with her sword, slashing at everyone she saw, drawing blood with her sword, and a large number of people beside her were dead or wounded.

The blood gathered together along the ancient masonry and formed a stream, flowing onto the corpses of the Dongling people.

Sacrifices are made with blood, blood debts are repaid with blood.

Bai Mingwei was furious, and the soldiers were not far behind.

Even if they are disabled, even if they are old, even if they were bandits.

But at this moment, all of them are brave, and all of them are heroes fighting for their home and country.

How can there be any weak soldiers under the mighty generals?
As strong as Bai Mingwei is, they are as brave as they are.

No one deserves the title of Bai Jiajun. They are lions, beasts, and fire that starts a prairie fire.

They are unstoppable gods of death, crushing these enemies who trample the land of Dongling.

……

The battle on the northern wall was in full swing.

Huo Shixun also heard Pingcheng's war drums.

He slapped the table and laughed loudly: "Bai Mingwei, that bitch is so wild! Send troops immediately!"

Thirty thousand fully armed soldiers marched towards Pingcheng at full speed.

The distance of more than ten miles did not take long, and they soon reached the wall of the south city gate.

This army is not injured or incomplete, but truly elite soldiers.

Although their morale is not as high as that of Bai Jiajun, they are as brave as Bai Jiajun.

As a result, the Bai Jiajun led by Bai Mingwei and the Huo Jiajun led by Huo Shixun were like sharp pliers, severely strangling the throats of the Beiyan soldiers.

Even if they threaten people's lives, even if they are cunning, even if they are sinister and ruthless, even if they are brave and good at fighting...

It could not stop the determination of Dongling soldiers to regain their territory.

What’s even more indelible is the people’s love for this land and their determination to protect it.

Everyone moved forward without hesitation and fought to the death to regain Pingcheng.

(End of this chapter)