C3390 Blizzard City Martyrs (2/2)
”Black dot!” This is the last time we'll feed you... Do you still remember the way back to Tower City? ”
”Where did you hatch? Where is your home … Even if you haven't flown this road in five years, you will still remember your home! ”
”Eat, finish the last handful of millet …” Grandfather will be leaving you forever! ”
”General Yili is training in the tower city. Hurry up and send the news over! ”
”Plop …” senile stroke threw the carrier pigeon, which had not spread its wings for five years, into the air. It had already understood human nature.
The group of senile stroke in the military base were angry to the point of throwing stones at it, scolding it ”Beast!” If you don't want to live, why are you staying with us? ”
”Scram!” Go back to Tower City... Send a message to the general! ”
”You have to tell the general that the emperor's guards are here, and the messenger is taking a risk. You have to report this …”
A group of elderly cried as they chased away the carrier pigeon. The fat carrier pigeon flapped its wings and flew towards the northeast, causing the entire military station to be filled with the sound of crying.
No one knew if this pigeon could even fly over the Heavenly Mountain and Mount Borokonu. Along the way, it not only had to fight against the violent northwest wind and flying snow, but also had to be careful of the Golden Eagles and Fierce Birds in the sky.
What they gambled on was their life, and what they gambled on was national destiny!
The thirty-six senile stroke s split up and drank a few jars of strong wine. This was the last stock left in the military base, they clasped their hands and bowed to each other as they said their goodbyes.
”Brothers, let's do it like this …” This is the end of my life. In my next life, we'll be peaceful dogs! ”
”Gone, gone …” This city cannot be left for these man-eating Russian! ”
”The army's grass and this city cannot be left with the Russian at all!”
”Fire!” Burn the city! ”
The senile stroke split up and rode their horses out of the city towards the army grass field. Nearly half of the winter grass in the 27 stations of the Ivu River Valley was stored here.
Uncle Hu San rushed into the biggest pasture with a torch, wiping his tears as he started firing one by one!
”Burn, burn!” I burned them all and pulled them all in... Even if they die, they will become ashes! ”
”Your majesty!” Cheer up! ”Take revenge …”
When the flames merged into one, Hu Laosan dove into one of the largest bonfires, sacrificing his own life for the sake of his country!
The rest of the senile stroke s had also set fire to the city, and in the end, knelt in the direction of Beijing and kowtowed towards their hometown!
The thirty-six kulun senile stroke s, Fen Cheng committed suicide to martyr China!
The five hundred Cossack cavalry s could no longer rush to the edge of the city, the flames in front of their eyes blocked their path, these cavalrymen never thought that the Chinese would be so ruthless, burning the winterized city to ashes.
The grass field was covered with flames that stretched for four to five kilometers. Smoke was billowing everywhere in the small city behind him, but the cold wind and snow on the Central Asia Plateau could not stifle the heat.
The ice layers of the Ili River s at the edges of the city had even begun to show signs of melting!
Cavalry Battalion who was leading the group was so angry that he looked like he was about to jump out of the sky, ”Damned Chinese, how dare you burn our winter grass? What does this make our war horses eat? ”
”Go around the fire …” Chase after him... Kill them all! Kill them all! ”