As their voices faded, Gao Shizhi and Li Jinzhao's killing intent intensified.
Putting everything else aside, this battle was truly exhilarating, Li Jinzhao chanted.
"Zhao's guest wears a silk tassel on his hat, his Wu hook sword gleams like frost and snow. His silver saddle shines on his white horse, swift as a shooting star. He kills one man in ten steps, leaving no trace for a thousand miles. After the deed is done, he dusts off his clothes and departs, concealing his person and name. He idly passes through Xinling to drink, his sword laid across his knees. He offers roasted meat to Zhu Hai, and raises a cup to Hou Ying."
Three cups of wine, a promise made; five sacred mountains, light as a feather. Eyes blurred, ears burning, a surge of heroic spirit arises. Wielding the golden hammer to save Zhao, HD is the first to be shocked. Two heroes for a thousand autumns, their glory resounds in Daliang City. Though dead, their chivalrous spirit lingers, worthy of the world's heroes. Who can write of your deeds, your white-haired master, the Tai Xuan Jing?
This was originally written by Li Bai, and now that Li Jinzhao is reciting it, he feels a surge of heroic spirit.
Under the relentless attacks of Gao Shizhi and Li Jinzhao, the three alien powerhouses were repeatedly defeated, and it was only a matter of time before they were killed.
at the same time,
Yang Chan and the other four were also fighting with all their might, hoping for a quick victory.
However, the combined power of these two alien races is indeed formidable, and it is almost impossible to win in a short period of time.
At this time,
The powerful armies of the alien races have already reached the Great Wall, and are about to cross the threshold of maturity.
Although the strong-level warriors were able to restrain them, these alien soldiers should not be underestimated. They already had the advantage in numbers, and their strength was also considerable. When they fought, they didn't care about the consequences or fear death. As a result, no matter how hard the soldiers of the Ancestral Star Realm fought, how high their morale was, or how strong their combat power was, they were eventually unable to resist.
now,
The wounded soldiers who were originally recuperating and restoring their cultivation in the Inner Great Wall also followed the example of Li Jinzhao and Gao Shizhi, burning their own lives to go and provide support.
These people were not celebrities, nor were they powerful figures or nobles.
These men were nobodys, just insignificant figures in the military camp.
In their own words, they are neither strong nor powerful, and some of them die without anyone caring because they have no family.
So what if that's the case? In the eyes of great figures, they are ants. Yet these ants, when it comes to matters of national importance and the homeland they are meant to protect, have chosen to die a heroic death. This requires immense courage and conviction.
Actually... they were still afraid, which is only human nature, but Li Jinzhao and Gao Shizhi really gave them courage. If even such powerful figures at the peak risked their lives to protect others, why couldn't they?
As that passage says: "In the future, I may be useless, unknown, or even penniless, dying inexplicably, or living inexplicably, but none of that matters. I know the path I want to take, and I know what kind of person I want to become!"
A person shouldn't just be a piece of paper hastily written with thoughts of wine, women, wealth, fame, and fortune!
I have things I must uphold, and I have my own path to walk. Death is inevitable for everyone; some deaths are heavier than Mount Tai, others lighter than a feather. I fear death, but if it is a worthwhile death—a death for ideals—why fear death? Though the body may fall, the spirit will live on!
In such a massive war, far too many people died.
When the catastrophe is over, too many people who died in this war will not even leave their names, and no one will even know that they were once heroes.
People remember those who accomplish great things, they remember the strong, but no one remembers an unknown soldier.
This is normal, but you cannot deny the value of everyone in this war. You cannot deny that they are all heroes, without distinction.
At this moment,
When those wounded soldiers, having sacrificed their lives to regain their peak strength, charged towards the Great Wall, reaching the very front of the battle.
They knew they were doomed, so they charged ahead, risking their lives to kill as many as possible so that fewer of their brothers would die. The longer they held out, the more breathing room their brothers would have.
In an instant,
So many people were moved to tears, their eyes glistening. This tough man, who wouldn't even blink in the face of death, truly couldn't hold back anymore; his heart was touched.
Those who joined the battle, even those who were seriously wounded and on the verge of death, or those who were simply unable to fight, all learned from them: to burn themselves out in order to gain the strength to fight the enemy.
At this moment,
The voices of Qin soldiers rang out from the guarding army. The defense of the Great Wall was no longer a matter of each state governing its own territory; personnel were complementary, going wherever needed. Now, the army consisted of troops from all four states.
"How can you say we have no clothes? We share the same robes. The king is raising an army; let us prepare our spears and shields. We will fight alongside you! How can you say we have no clothes? We share the same undergarments. The king is raising an army; let us prepare our spears and halberds. We will fight together! How can you say we have no clothes? We share the same outer garments. The king is raising an army; let us prepare our armor and weapons. We will march together!"
"Wind! Strong wind!"
...
In the Tang Dynasty, the music of breaking through the enemy lines was imitated by human voices. Although the human voices were not very beautiful, they were full of momentum and could be said to have shaken millions of miles and made the mountains and rivers of the ten directions magnificent.
The Ming army also said, "The auspicious clouds are radiant, so graceful and flowing. The sun and moon shine brightly, day after day. The heavens are clear and bright, the stars are brilliantly arrayed. The radiance of the sun and moon shines upon one man. The sun and moon have their constant course, the stars have their fixed movements. The four seasons follow their regularity, and all people are sincere. Let us discuss music, in accordance with the spirit of heaven. Let us move to the level of sages and worthies, and all will listen. Let the drums beat loudly, let the dances be performed gracefully. When the essence is exhausted, let us lift our robes and depart."
The people of the Great Han Empire: "..."
Are we the only ones without one? We look like such idiots!
If I survive this time, and if I have the chance to see His Majesty, I must ask His Majesty to compose a poem.
Isn't this awkward?!
Just then, someone in the Han army, with a glint in their eye, shouted,
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The seven consecutive "kill"s were shouted with great force and rhythm.
The other Han soldiers naturally echoed this, shouting "Kill!" seven times in a row, their skill no less than that of the other three great empires.
In a short time,
The army's fighting spirit soared to an unprecedented level. In a short time, the four armies, which had retreated to the Great Wall, forcefully drove back the foreign army.
However, things always take unexpected turns, and it seems that things cannot end satisfactorily.
After repelling the alien army this time, a terrifying gust of wind swept through, and a colossal creature with terrifying cultivation suddenly appeared in the alien army. It had devoured the power of the dead aliens to reach its current state, possessing incomparably powerful strength.
Damn it!
Yang Chan, Li Jinzhao, Qin Qiong, and others all cursed, and the favorable situation vanished in an instant.
With the appearance of this powerful alien expert, how could the current army possibly withstand them? Even if they burned their lives and perished, and were erased from the annals of history, they would still be no match for this alien expert.
In fact, if he were to make a move, the army of the Ancestral Star Realm could be slaughtered in an instant, with most of them, or even more, being wiped out.
Oh no!
Instantly, a gloomy atmosphere descended upon everyone's hearts. The morale that had surged just moments before plummeted rapidly. Faced with such a powerful opponent, they were powerless. Today, they truly could not defend this Great Wall.
Those who surrender will not be killed!
At this moment, the powerful alien race spoke in a loud voice.
(End of this chapter)
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