Doctor Huang Xie raised his blood-stained hand, and tears fell from his eyes, "The enemy is numerous and we are few, we can't beat him! Let's surrender. These Tartars dare not kill people, they can't bear the pressure of the head of state..."

Doctor Huang Xie's hand was sternly held by Ye Qiu, and slowly suppressed it down, "No brother raised his hand, you are the only one... You can't count the votes!"

"It's a truth that everyone knows when fighting, but if you don't fight, you won't die?"

"There is no reason. The Head of State once said that there are Chinese people in this world, but there are no Chinese people. If you say that Chinese people exist, they are real, and if you say that they are false, they are also illusory!"

"The key is what the people who form the Chinese people look like! What are the citizens of each of us Chinese people, and what the Chinese people look like!"

"If we are cordyceps, one by one, one by one, and one by one, then what is the difference between us and the Qing Dynasty? It's just changing the soup and not changing the medicine!"

"If we kneel, then the Chinese people will not stand!"

"If we are dirty, then the Chinese people will not be clean!"

"You said that all this is because of you? In fact, you overestimate yourself. If the Chinese people cannot even protect their own citizens, then is it still an ideal country in the hearts of the head of state?"

"Even if it is not your Huang Xie Doctor under house arrest today, but my Ye Qiu under house arrest, I believe the head of state will definitely save me like this!"

"I was wrong, I was really wrong just now... I shouldn't say those words. Forget it, just think I'm an act of provocation!"

"I also figured it out at this moment. The Head of State asked us to come here. Saving people is the first task, and of course there is also the second task, which is to establish authority!"

"This is the first battle between Chinese special forces in the Qing Dynasty, and we must not lose our majesty!"

"In this mission, the head of state did not grant us the flag of residual blood. In other words, although I, Ye Qiu, is the commander, I have no right to issue an order to break all the jades!"

"But I know very well that each of our brothers has a flag of blood in their hearts. When it rises, the place under our feet is the Chinese and our home!"

"Diet is fearless! What's the terrible thing about death? I know that after my death, my family and relatives will receive supreme glory and even have better honors and support!"

"I know even more that the soul after death is not a lonely ghost. There are our tablets in the Ryukyu War Temple!"

"What are you afraid of? What are you afraid of? Doctor Huang Xie, you shoulder the more important mission of the Head of State. Your life is a priceless treasure. Don't take yourself underestimate yourself!"

Ye Qiu's words inspired even the wounded soldiers to sit up. Everyone in the Chinese clan had a flag of residual blood in their hearts, just waiting for the time they needed to rise!

At this moment, the world is clear and clear, and the night sky is dense and stars are dense. The three warehouse courtyards faintly exuded a sacred smell. The howling of the hungry wolf outside the wall seems so far away and insignificant!

Doctor Huang Xie touched his tears and stopped talking. He continued to bandage the wounded soldier. The soldier who was shot on his shoulder and lost too much blood actually forgot the pain and sang a song in a low voice on his lips!

"I go up the mountain and become a tiger... I go down the sea and become a dragon... I am a great hero in the world..."

A low moan brought more people's singing!

"I waved my hand and started the rain...I danced with wind...I watched my Chinese dragon rising in the east..."

"Fuck!" Ye Qiu cursed with red eyes, "If you want to sing, sing together! Sing our momentum and let these dog slaves listen!"

"All the Han people in Xishanying are so good! I will tell you how we Han people should live!"

"How many thunderstorms have passed, how many winds have been met, and after thousands of frosts, I have spent tens of thousands of winters, why are I afraid of wind, how are I afraid of rain, why are the mountains shaking and the earth moving. If I shake into the sky, its momentum can swallow a long rainbow..."

"I go up the mountain and become a tiger... I go down the sea and become a dragon... I am a great hero in the world..."

The dragon song, the Chinese military song, has been sung for seven years and has been deeply rooted in the body and mind, but the people in the Qing Dynasty have basically never stopped.

The Xishan soldiers outside who were preparing for the last charge were stunned. They had never stopped such a majestic lyrics, and they had never seen such a domineering and arrogant aura!

These Chinese warriors dared to call themselves dragons. This kind of heroic spirit of contempt for everything made the things hidden in their bones and souls suddenly shocked!

Perhaps some things will not be enslaved or erased... but they will be hidden deep and covered up.

I was brainwashed by many people, and they told you that you don’t have such things, and this is a bloody nature that you have never had before!

But these are all lies. The memories of the early pioneering history of the Chinese nation have long been integrated into the blood of the people. The pioneering and enterprising spirit and courage and domineeringness at that time will never be forgotten!

"I am...Is I a Han Chinese? Why do I seem to have not thought about this problem for two hundred years..."

How many people have planted seeds in the hearts of a battle song? It’s impossible to count!

The battle song was loud, and the aura of one hundred people exceeded the entire battle situation. Yi and Yihuan had mobilized three thousand little men to surround the place, but they could not defeat the momentum of this battle song soaring into the sky!

All the children of the Eight Banners of Manchu were stunned. The most feared thing in their souls was overturned!

There are endless Han people in the world. If everyone is as saith as these soldiers, how can this country be like a country? Can Manchu survive?

At the Donghua Gate of the Forbidden City, Zai Chun put down his telescope. Of course, he knew that he could not see anything so far, but he still stood here and looked at him for a long time.

"They won't surrender. Is it Ye Qiu the one who led the team? I have learned shooting skills with him..."

"What a pity... those people are so proud. I, as an emperor, look like an ordinary person, and I have to be like a little brother!"

"They will not surrender. They raised the flag of blood and sang the dragon song, which proves that they already have the will of death..."

"And their mission is not only to save Huang Xieyi, but also to show their determination to promote industrialization in the entire Qing Dynasty!"

"He is going to tell me the sixth and seventh uncles and others to stop the pace of industrialization, and that is to stay alive..."

Zaichun's eyes heated up and turned his head to walk down the city tower. He waved his hand and said, "Go back to Yangxin Palace... I won't look anymore, I won't look anymore..."

This is a war that makes Zai Chun extremely sad. On one hand, there are brothers and comrades who have trained together and eaten big pot rice together, and on the other hand, there is their own motherland.

He couldn't be happy in this war no matter what!

There are also many people who are as heartbroken as Zaichun. On the back of Majiawan and on the west side of Yangwool Alley, there is a small Qing Dynasty yamen called Baoyuan Bureau.
Chapter completed!