Chapter 5: Beacon Smoke (3)

"It's basically all nonsense here, and there's really only one sentence I want to say." In the boulder altar not far from Black Rock City, the little prince Bai Yin waved the draft of the telegram a few times, and emphasized loudly, "Fight to the end, never die." ”

"Fight to the end, never die."

"Fight to the end, never die."

"Fight to the end, never die."

The Menghan heroes, who were already boiling with blood stimulated by alcohol and flames, raised their steel knives and responded in groups, and the sound was instantly amplified to the limit through the unique structure of the boulder altar, echoing repeatedly in the night sky.

The little prince Bai Yin's own body was also burned by the blood, put the telegram on the fire and lit it, and threw it into the air, the hot air in the altar supported the burning electricity, soared, like the sun instantly illuminated the eyes of everyone present, and then quickly darkened, turning into a dark black debris, blown away by the night wind.

"Changshengtian received it, he received our voice from the heart." Taking a deep breath, Bai Yin continued to wave his arms and shout, like madness, "He will always be watching us and watching how we fulfill our vows tonight." ”

"Fight to the end, never die."

"Fight to the end, never die."

The group raised their swords again, repeating their previous vows over and over again, and an awe-inspiring aura surged from the altar with a sound that rushed straight to Yoohan.

"Bring me the dog thief of Bo Ri Tichi, Lao Tzu will use his head today to sacrifice the spirits of Brother Long and Siqin in the sky." With this awe-inspiring aura in the middle of his chest, the little prince announced in a stern manner.

"Yes." Several strong Mongolian men agreed, walked quickly outside the altar, carried a sack from their horses, poured out of the sack like a dead fish, and dragged the paralyzed Bori Thechna out of the sack and dragged it to the fire in the center of the altar.

"Hey, how could this guy fall into the hands of the little prince."

"Didn't this guy hide in the Baylor Mansion and think about it behind closed doors, how could he have been arrested earlier than Kawada Kuniaki." Surrounded by the fire, all the Menghan heroes talked about it, but no one thought that the little prince Bai Yin still held such a "key role" in his hands.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, the little prince Baiyin unbuttoned his shirt, exposed his left chest, first slashed the left chest, and then walked to Bo Ri Tichi step by step with the bloody tip of the knife, "I, the descendant of Mu Huali, the king of Zasak County of Wuqi Yete Left Banner, today with my own blood, sacrifice to Changshengtian, please Changshengtian to witness what I did today, not cannibalism, but to eliminate the scum among the Mongols, to maintain the honor of the ancestors and the oath that the heroes of the predecessors once made here."

"Lord Baiyin, Lord Baiyin, you listen to me, you listen to me!" Before he could finish the prayer, Bo Ri Tichi's strength suddenly came out of nowhere, and he suddenly knelt up and grabbed the ground with his head, "It's not that I want to kill Si Qin, yes, it's the Japanese who forced me to do it, it's the Japanese who forced me to do it, the Kwantung Army is about to come over, if I don't cooperate with them, they will kill all the men and women in the four banners of Wuqi Yete." ”

"Phew." Bai Yin raised a foot, kicked him to the ground again, and stomped on his chest fiercely, "Don't pull those things that don't matter to me, our Wuqi Yete Four Banners are not without men, who will hold their necks and let them kill,." ”

"It's better to kill than to continue to be a slave to the little devil."

"If the little devil wants to kill us, we won't fight with knives, as long as everyone is out, it may not be who dies."

"Don't be, if you want to betray someone, you can definitely find a hundred reasons."

“”

The Menghan heroes beside the fire were furious, and no one took the threat relayed by Bo Ri Ti Chi as a thing, seeing this scene, the little prince Bai Yin nodded with satisfaction, and then opened the soles of his feet lightly half an inch, and asked in a deep voice: "Bo Ri Ti Chi Na, you can hear what you said just now, you can hear it clearly,." ”

"Ahem, cough, ahem, huhu, huhu" Bo Ri Ti Chi has been a lama for half his life, how can his body and bones withstand the crushing of Bai Yin, desperately panting for a long time, before grinning and crying and answering, "Listen, hear, I, I was scared in my heart, woo, so, so I agreed to them, woo, woo, I already regretted it, so I secretly ran back to the temple, ran back to the temple to confess to the Buddha, I, I am willing to burn high incense for them in the temple for a lifetime, Ask the Buddha to bless the souls of both of them in heaven."

"Phew, Long Ye and Si Qin don't want to accept your incense." Someone next to him couldn't listen anymore, so he rushed over and slapped the dog's face in the face of Bo Ri Tichi.

"It's okay to poison the guests at the banquet and then burn a few pillars of incense, no wonder someone wants to be a lama."

"Who knows if you will poison the incense candles, so that Brother Long and Siqin's spirits in the sky will not be at peace."

The other heroes couldn't hold back for a long time, and when they saw someone taking the lead, they also stepped forward one after another, scolding, and punching and kicking Bo Ri Tichi.

Bo Ri Tichi's body was trampled under the feet of Bai Yin, and he couldn't dodge at all, and in the blink of an eye, his head was beaten like a pig's head, and he begged for mercy with blood foaming in his mouth, "Spare your life, brothers, for my sake, I am also a Mongolian."

It's good that he didn't mention the three words of Mongolians, but when he mentioned it, everyone was even more angry, "You are also worthy of being a Mongolian." ”

"Among us Mongolians, how can there be a cheap race like you."

"Long Ye and Si Qin did not die on the battlefield, but they died in the hands of you, the scum, and stayed under Jiuquan, I see how you face our Mongolian ancestors."

Seeing that Bo Ri Tichi was about to be beaten to death, Bai Yin hurriedly waved his arm and motioned to his subordinates to push the angry crowd away from him, "Don't fight, it's too cheap to kill him, don't worry, everyone, I'll ask him another word." ”

"Kill him, think about beauty, and kill him alive to relieve hatred."

"Cut him, cut him."

Everyone didn't have Bai Yin's strength, but they were unwilling to let go of Bo Ri Tichina, and continued to vent their anger loudly through Bai Yin's personal guards.

Bai Yin gently pressed his left hand, which was not holding a knife, downward, signaling everyone to be calm, then lowered his head and pressed the tip of the knife against the chest of the person under his feet, "Bo Ri Ti China, facing Changshengtian, you answered me truthfully, who was it that day, who put the poison into the wine bowl of Si Qin and Brother Long." ”

"I, I" Bo Ri Techi looked at the pure night sky from under the swollen eyelids that only had a slit left, ** responded, "It's me, I put it in with my own hands, but, but the Japanese, the Japanese told me, that, that's a chronic poison, as long as the antidote injection is injected in time"

"What does it say in the testament of our ancestors of the Four Banners of Wuqi Yete, if any guests come to our house" Bai Yin didn't want to listen to any explanation from him, so he pressed the tip of the knife down and continued to ask.

Bo Ri Tichi's chest ached, frightened to the point of fright, and he opened his throat and shouted: "Take the most delicious milk tofu and mutton to entertain the guests, offer the best wine and snacks, fill the guests' water bags with water, and fill the packages with dry food, if anyone dares to chase and kill the guests, pick up a knife to protect him until he leaves your sight, spare your life, spare your life, Baiyin little prince, I am willing to give, I am willing to give the Wuqi Yete Houqi with both hands, and give it all"

"So, are you guilty?" Bai Yin continued to press down the tip of the knife, and once again said to Bo Ri Tichina, "Tell me loudly to Changshengtian, don't think about quibbling, no one can save you today." ”

"I, I, woo" Bo Ri Tichi regretted it, and howled loudly, thinking that hiding in the temple would be able to avoid the limelight first, and after the main force of the Kwantung Army arrived, he would come out to take over the government affairs of the Wuqi Yete Houqi, who expected that the senior brothers and brothers in the temple would suddenly turn their faces, knock themselves unconscious, and be directly tied to Bai Yin's hands.

"Brother Long, Siqin, don't be in a hurry to leave for the two of you, Bai Yin is here to see you off." Not interested in wasting too much time on this person, Bai Yin first raised the tip of the blood-stained knife and shouted at the night sky, and then, pressing down with his left hand and pressing down on Bo Ri Tichi's head, and swiping it horizontally with his right hand, "Poof." A stream of black plasma spewed into the fire, causing the flames to leap high in an instant.

"Brother Long, Si Qin, don't be in a hurry to leave you two heroic souls, we're here to see you two off." The heroes stepped forward in turn, cut the flesh on Bo Ri Tichi's body with a knife, and threw it into the fire one by one, the scorching flame mixed with the scorching smell burned more and more, and burned more and more, illuminating everyone's eyes, like bright stars in the night sky.

Looking at the beating flames in front of him, the little prince Bai Yin felt that there was a hot current surging in his eyes, he could finally integrate the four banners of Wuqi Yete into one, the queen of the right banner Siqin was murdered by the Japanese, the regent of the rear banner Bo Ri Tiechi was ruined, and the former banner of the town of the state Gong Bao Lige said goodbye to the old and went into hiding, from now on, the more than 30,000 square kilometers of land in the four banners of Wuqi Yete, and the population of more than 500,000 Menghan and Han will be controlled by him Bai Yin alone, he can give full play to his ambitions, according to his own ideas, to create a piece of plugged Jiangnan, For this day, how many years he has been preparing for this day, and how much effort he has put in, and now his dream has finally come true, why, why can't he find the slightest joy in his own heart, on the contrary, a heavy feeling pressed down from mid-air, from his shoulders all the way to his heart.

"Uncle Paulig,,。" His throat moved, and he made a muffled voice out of the crowd, and Bao Lige, the prince of Zhenguo, who was hiding outside the altar and watching coldly, smiled and waved his hand, refused Bai Yin's invitation, and then turned around and walked slowly to his silver-clad carriage.

"Grandpa, you, you're just leaving." The housekeeper Huhe Aura stepped forward unwillingly and reminded in a low voice, "Even if we are no longer optimistic about the Japanese, we can't let that kid from Baiyin pick up such a big one."

"I'm fifty-two this year, and he's in his early thirties." Bao Lige smiled, stretched out his hand and pulled the car door, "Instead of fighting with him until he is tired to death, it is better to make a good relationship for his children and grandchildren now, and in the future, on this grassland, we will not allow people like us to exist." ”

"What do you mean?" The housekeeper Hu and Aura couldn't understand Paulig's words, and asked with a frown while closing the car door for the other party.

"Let's go, hurry back and pack up your things, while the land price in Hong Kong is worthless in the past two years, let's go and take a good look at a few pieces, whether we can eat a comfortable meal in the future depends on this one." Without answering him directly, Paulig pressed his knee against the door, looked into the altar for a few last moments, then sat back with a smile and closed the door.

"Yes, grandpa, sit tight, Hassan, catch the car." The butler Huhe Ola jumped on the wheel of the car in a loud agreement, urging the driver to drive while reluctantly turning back.

In the boulder altar, the sacrificial ceremony has ended, and Peng Xuewen, who is dressed as a colonel of the National Revolutionary Army, was invited to the fire by Bai Yin, holding a small megaphone, and is making an agitation speech: "Just half a month ago, more than 20 countries, including the United States, Britain, France, Australia, and New Zealand, have officially declared war on Japan, and we are no longer lonely resisters, we have the support of most of the righteous countries in the world, and we will work with them."

"America, where is America."

"The British, are they the foreign devils who came in to sell opium?" The heroes of Menghan looked at each other, and it was difficult to understand what the countries in Peng Xuewen's mouth had an inevitable connection with the battle in front of them.

The commotion quickly reached Peng Xuewen's ears, he was stunned, skipped a few paragraphs of the speech prepared in advance, and went directly to the most ** part, "We are grateful to our allies all over the world, but I have to say here today that these allies came too late, at this moment it has been four and a half years since the July Seven Incident, and ten years and one month have passed since the September 18 Incident, we Chinese, our brothers of all ethnic groups living in this land, Han Chinese, Mongolians, There are also hot-blooded men among the Manchus and other ethnic groups, who have been fighting with the little devils for ten years, and for ten years, our blood has flowed together, and we can't distinguish each other, and maybe one day in the future, our corpses will also lie together, arm in arm, shoulder to shoulder, jointly defending the fathers and villagers behind us, and defending the right of our ancestors and descendants to live freely in this land. ”

These few words, everyone finally understood, looked at each other, and a bleak smile swelled up on their faces, Han people, Mongolians, Manchus, as well as Evenki and Oroqen, they don't look the same with each other, and their temperaments and habits are not the same, so what does it matter, the Japanese devils are here, and they don't treat everyone as slaves, they don't care who is which nationality, they can kill if they want to kill, they can rob if they want, and they don't need to find any reason.

"Over the past 10 years, our brothers of all ethnic groups in China have fought bloody battles one after another, causing the Japanese mainland plan to be completely declared bankrupt." In the altar, the firelight was beating, and Peng Xuewen's voice was also held up into the night sky by the hot air, spreading farther and farther, and spreading more and more clearly, "My Chinese ethnic groups are therefore recast into one, no longer divided into inside and outside, no longer divided into Hu and Han north and south, in order not to be slaves to the Japanese invaders, for future generations to never be bullied, in order to establish a proud and free country on this land, we raise the knife in our hands"

The heroes of all walks of life in the altar were full of solemnity, and silently raised the steel knives in their hands, casting them into a steel jungle.

"Brothers, raise your sword and kill the devil." More than 20 miles outside Blackstone City, in front of a Japanese reclamation area, Zhou Heitan raised his sword and drove in.

"Kill the devil, kill the little devil." Li Laojiu, Xiao Beifeng, Zhen Dongyang and other reckless heroes with most of the ** battalion brothers, followed closely behind, the sword flashed, and the ghost soldiers and Japanese ronin guarding the tunken area were cut to pieces, scattered and fled.

"Guerrillas, raise your sword, follow me" More than 200 miles away, Zhang Songling slammed the stirrup with both legs, and rushed to the Japanese position with a steel knife high.

"Raise your knife and kill the devil."

"Kill devils." Batu, Xiao Zheng, Lao Ma, and a group of guerrilla fighters held long knives in their hands, straddled the back of the war horse, and followed closely behind Zhang Songling, without hesitation.

A platoon of devil soldiers jumped out of the trenches, scattered their legs and fled for their lives, and the yellow fat horse carried Zhang Songling to catch up with them from behind, swords like lightning, cutting off ugly heads one by one.

"Jade Broken ,,。" Kawada Kuniaki spread his legs, raised the command knife with both hands, and challenged Zhang Songling from afar, the last line of defense has been destroyed, and he didn't even receive a call back, at the moment of life and death, he wanted to use the knife in his hand to maintain the last majesty of the emperor.

"You deserve the guy who poisoned the wine." Without waiting for Zhang Songling's war horse to rush closer, Du Crooked Mouth had already caught up from behind, and the crooked handle in his hand spewed out a fire snake, knocking Kawada Kuniaki upside down and flying out, screaming and turning into a sieve.

Batu rode after the corpse in mid-air and swept with a knife, one of Kawada's arms was cut off, but the corpse flew into the air again.

Xiao Zheng followed Batu's footsteps and galloped past, the long knife swept a wave of blood, and Kawada Kuniaki's body rolled in mid-air, shattering into two again.

The old horse rushed over.

Little Haas rushed over.

One horse after another carrying the guerrillas and the palace guards of the Wuqi Yete Right Banner rushed past Zhang Songling, drowning the little devil in the cold sword light.

Fang Guoqiang was the last to rush in, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, raised his head and looked at the night sky, his lips squirming silently.

In the night sky, two bright meteors slipped from southeast to northwest, illuminating the four fields white.

The wind suddenly rose, rolling up the snow on the ground, supporting the meteors, and sinking and floating, like a dream.

The north wind swept the snowflakes and continued southward, drifting over the Great Wall and over the Lianguan Mountains.

Under the same starlight, a soldier of the Eighth Route Army rushed into the Japanese army with a big blade, and where the sword light fell, the devils gave their heads one after another.

Under the same starlight, a group of Kuomintang soldiers rushed to the Japanese tank with grenades, spilling blood on the battlefield.

The meteors in the night sky are like two eyes, silently looking at all the scenery inside and outside the Great Wall.

"Let's raise the knife in our hands" Under the same starlight, Peng Xuewen, who was wearing a Kuomintang colonel's uniform, wiped the tears on his face and continued to shout, "For the dignity given to us by our ancestors, for the children and grandchildren not to be slaughtered again, for eternal freedom and light"

"Fight." "Fight." "Fight." Bai Yin took the lead, and all the Mongolian nobles and Han heroes waved their long knives in unison, drowning his speech in a tsunami.

Smoke billowed and the flames lit up the sky.

Alcoholic's note: The text at the end of the beacon smoke is coming to an end, and there will be an epilogue tomorrow, and the end of the testimonials and the like, and then the alcoholic applies for a few days off, ready to reunite with everyone in the new book "Men's Walk", thank you for your support in the past two years, thank you.