Pride in the face of ten thousand waves.

The blood is like the red sun, and the courage is like iron and bones, and it is like steel.

Thousands of minds and visions.

I'm a man, be self-reliant!

......

On the bank of the Jinling River, the shouts of both youth and morale, facing the red sun, once silenced this piece of heaven and earth, not a war song, but a war song.

A business van.

Slowly driving on an ordinary highway in Jinling City.

Ning Xuanyuan pulled the car window and stared at the street scene that was going backwards one by one, his eyes were soft, yes, the shortest enlistment of this generation of the Long Live Army has not returned for five years.

How many difficult days, they are homesick, they can only look back, look at the magnificent country behind them, and then put the mountains and rivers of their hometown into their dreams.

After that, Jin Ge Iron Horse came to his dream.

There are a few hot-blooded children, when the night passes, they can no longer open their eyes and look at the brilliant sun shining in front of the country after dawn.

Life and death in a thought.

Before the country, it was the norm.

"Yanjing's arrangement?" Ning Xuanyuan lit a cigarette and took the time to ask Yuan Shu.

Yuan Shu nodded, "The tone has been released, and the Martial Arts Association has not responded for the time being, and the collective is silent." ”

In the past, the first in line on the god list was born in the world.

Determined to push the headquarters of the Armed Forces Association.

Such an earth-shattering event, the most touching thing is not only the Martial Arts Association, but also the major famous families and prominent families that have taken root in that soil, all of them are starting to prepare.

The water in the national capital of Yanjing is too deep.

There are not a few famous families who have good friends with the Martial Arts Association.

If the martial arts association falls apart, they will all be affected, after all, the grasshoppers tied to a rope are basically prosperous and lossy.

To put it simply, if this fight is to be successfully defeated, Ning Xuanyuan will have a lot of resistance to deal with.

However.

These are exactly the situations that Ning Xuanyuan wants to see most at present, and they can be uprooted to save time to the greatest extent.

What's more, the ultimate goal that Ning Xuanyuan wants to target is not the Martial Arts Association, let alone Pei Xiaotian.

"It's enough for the Twelve Realms to push the Martial Arts Association, and the Thirteen Realms I want to keep it to deal with others. Ning Xuanyuan's eyes were bright, and under the grip of two fingers, the cigarette butt flew away.

South Xiao Du, North Lao Jiu.

The Thirteenth Taibao is invincible.

As long as these fifteen royal agents who pretend to be ghosts dare to surface in Yanjing, he will see one provoke one and the other, and the royal family will officially come to an end.

Since joining the army at the age of seventeen, Ning Xuanyuan's greatest duty is to protect the country.

Today, the country is stable, and there is not much interference in a short period of time.

Not to mention the rest of his life, in the past three or five years, there are only royal families, not one.

When it comes to the reason, only half a sentence, in a word.

Please, give up the country and return it to the people of Limin!!

Since the reincarnation of the Spring and Autumn Period, the royal family of the Quartet has been transcendent in the world, overlooking the splendid mountains and rivers, not only with the so-called bloodline that is superior to others, but also proud of themselves.

There is even talk of mud.

Saying that, compared to their group of supreme beings with noble blood, standing in the depths of the clouds, the vast number of beings living under the noses of the royal family are the yellow mud on the edge of the ridge, and they feel extremely disgusting even when they step on it.

This remark.

It was a casual remark of an ancestor of the Fifth Imperial Family, and it hit the nail on the head, but it was true.

The renewal of several generations of mortals, all living beings almost think that in the face of the heirs of the royal family, they only have the only choice to bow down and bow to the ground, right?!

However, not to mention anything else, without the people working deeply, planting rice and wheat, and working diligently all year round to ensure that the food is constantly shelved, you proud royal family would have starved to death long ago!

Ning Xuanyuan was the most annoying dog mongrel who picked up the bowl to eat and put down the bowl to scold his mother.

He was a military man.

It is this group of people who have guarded all their lives, simple and kind, and who keep to themselves without complaints, and the sons and daughters of the military department also rely on the people to survive.

The royal family actually regarded them as yellow mud, and even stepping on them was disgusting?

With Ning Xuanyuan's consistent temper, he could see the signs very early, and he didn't hammer these royal families, so he lowered his head and took a closer look at his food and clothing......

He will not be surnamed Ning in his life.

"Relatively speaking, the Northern Imperial Family still has a bottom limit, and the remaining Great Zhou, Xiang, and the fifth are becoming more and more like white-eyed wolves, and they are not grateful. Yuan Shu knew what Ning Xuanyuan was thinking, so he mentioned it.

Ning Xuanyuan was silent.

Turning into a fork in the road, the van gradually slows down.

A stretch of walls with yellow characters on a black background, with Juanxiu font and countless names engraved on it, slowly comes into view.

Ning Xuanyuan quickly retracted his expression, and after getting out of the car, he corrected his clothes several times before and after, and then he and Yuan Shu climbed the steps and walked over step by step.

The ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, the Heroic Spirit Wall!

At this time, around the Heroic Spirit Wall, there are many tourists scattered around, burning incense and wax.

Because of the atmosphere here, it is so solemn all the year round that mortals can't breathe, and the flow of passengers in the past is not large, but this does not mean that people have forgotten the past and forgotten them.

Ning Xuanyuan approached the Heroic Spirit Wall, five meters away, and stopped in place, and then he just like that, quietly staring at every name on the wall.

'Zhang Huai'an, male, a native of Jinling, died heroically in the defense of the city, died at the age of eighteen!'

'Lin Fan, male, a native of Jinling, was responsible for smooth communications, crossed the battlefield several times to rescue communications, unfortunately died, died heroically, and died at the age of nineteen!'

‘......’

'Ning Xiaofei, male, a native of Jinling, after being unfortunately captured, kept secrets, endured three days of torture, died heroically, and died at the age of twenty-two!'

How many, young people as old as flowers, before they have time to enjoy the good life in this earthly world, they are dying in the long river of years.

How much, they who have been scorched black by the ruthless war, when they laugh, they can still keep their teeth white and their eyes resolute.

Blue sky, white sun.

In front of the Heroic Spirit Wall, on the open square, Ning Xuanyuan stood quietly alone for an hour.

During this period, countless figures shuttled by, but he still did not move.

A little farther away, a one-armed old man wearing a dark blue stand-up collar tunic noticed Ning Xuanyuan at a glance in the scattered crowd a long time ago.

This one-armed old man named Li Bin, who is now in charge of guarding the square, has a stubborn disease in his eyes because of his early years of marching and fighting, and his vision is always blurred.

Can......

Ning Xuanyuan's upright back seemed to remind him of the former years of Rongma for no reason.

The old man is a trumpeter, and whenever the war is anxious, whenever the horn is raised, there are countless heroic sons, charging into battle, and sticking to the base with death.

Tragic or not?

It's tragic!

However, no one has ever bowed their heads, because they are soldiers and soldiers.

Afraid of death?

Don't be afraid of death!

However, they also have something to be afraid of, they are afraid that they will not protect their hometown fathers behind them!

"Hey. ”

The one-armed old man smiled bitterly, shook his head, and then suddenly widened his eyes, and the young figure he had been paying attention to for a long time slowly raised his hand, and finally saluted a military salute.

Standing in a dignified manner, swallowing mountains and rivers.

Sharp and sharp!

(End of chapter)