C1267 Rather die than submit (1/2)

”I'm a tiger when I go up the mountain. I'm a dragon when I descend to the sea. I'm a great hero when I am on earth …”

”How much thunder and lightning have you gone through, how much wind... After a thousand frosts, I have been through ten thousand winters, so why should I fear the wind... ”What's there to fear from the rain? What's to fear from the shaking mountains? If I were to soar into the sky, I would be able to swallow the rainbow …”

He was screaming out miserably while at the same time he was singing. That was the military song Xiao Letian taught the new army in the Ryukyu. After it had spread to the people, it had become a song that was familiar to all the Chinese citizens.

As they sang this military song, the new army broke through the Beijing, they sang this military song, the new army's might shook the entire continent, they sang this military song, the Chinese were born from the flames of war, they sang this military song, and the millions of Chinese had this kind of spirit.

The Chinese have never been afraid of death. What they are afraid of is death being meaningless! The people of late Qing could accept anyone's rule, because they knew that the country never belonged to them.

But the Chinese are different. Everyone here knows one thing: 'Chinese are my and my Chinese are all based on Chinese themselves.' At the moment, all of their lives are based on Chinese alone.

”Don't be afraid, old and young!” It doesn't matter if I die, a rotten life for my son's life... It's worth it! ” Hua Gong, who had turned into black charcoal, finally fell to the ground. The raging flames had taken away his last sliver of life.

All of the Chinese workers fell to their knees with a loud crash. ”Brother, take care!” Prime Minister, you must remember this! Wait until the Russian is defeated, the Prime Minister will remember your contribution! ”Sob, sob, sob …”

Singing came out from within the wails. The extremely furious Hua Gong sang the military song together, his hateful gaze staring at Russian Army's back, causing him to feel cold.

”...” ”Pu Tianlong's sons and daughters are tied together like a string. If you don't believe me, then I won't lead the world's wind. I'm mighty like a great wave, surging with billions of dragons. I, the Chinese dragon …”

”Shut up! What spells are you yellow barbarians singing?! Shut up … Do you want to die? Aren't you afraid of death? ” The frightful yet weak officer was upset by the singing. He had imagined countless times facing Chinese prisoners, but none of them was like this.

In his heart, Chinese prisoners would cry, kowtow, panic, and offer up their wives and wealth … Of course, there would be one or two crazy people who would try to fight back, but after the bloody suppression, the head would always be able to make the other sheep listen obediently.

However, the scene in front of him had completely changed his mind. He didn't cry or beg for mercy, nor did he feel despair. He only felt hatred, endless hatred! There was also indifference to life and death.

When did these Chinese become so crazy? Even death couldn't frighten them? How did this world become like this, so strange!

”Kill them!” Burn them to death! ”Fire, continue to burn …”

More spirits were spilled in the cane forest, the fire was broken into pieces, more and more Chinese workers were pushed into the fire … No, no, no, in the end, it was no longer a push forward.

The military song was loud and clear, and the flames were like a wall!

On the arrow mountain far away from the sugar cane field, the soldiers at the fort were already crying. They could not stand the torture any longer.

”Are you fools? Those villagers would burn us to protect us! What did they want? ”It's our safety and this war...”

”They have died. We cannot let their death become meaningless! Their sacrifice was judged by the Chinese Parliament, and their families were destined to live without worries for three generations! This is the last dream of their lives... ”

”Wuwuwu …” Using your own life in exchange for achievements, in exchange for the lives of your children, this is their ideal, we cannot let it down! If we were defeated, then their deaths would be meaningless. Who would care about their families if they were defeated? Who would ever give them an evaluation or reward! ”