Growth is often accompanied by loss, growth is often accompanied by pain, and growth is often accompanied by tears. Losing her mother, Nie Xiaoyu told herself to be obedient, support each other with her father, and go through the unknown years of her life together. Losing Nie Cheng, Nie Xiaoyu cried bitterly and told himself to be strong, there is no one in this world to rely on, and one person must be stable. Losing Fengli, Nie Xiaoyu told himself that you must be strong, and Angola Ruz City can only rely on you now.

It turns out that when you can face the whole world independently, that is when you mature. At this time, you may have become the best person in the world. It's just that at this time, you turn around and look, there may be no one next to you who can drink and have fun with you. You have won the whole world and lost the people you love the most.

The Gatu people hated it, and the last thing they expected was that every time the city of Angola Ruz was in danger, someone would stand up and grow into giants. It's just the bitterness and pain behind the giants, how much can they understand.

Nie Xiaoyu was angry, and Jia Tu was equally angry. Angry Nie Xiaoyu's mature and majestic demeanor, this is the demeanor that the Marshal of Angola Ruz City should have.

"The soldiers of the Angolan city of Ruz, what is the marshal fighting for?"

"For the city of Angola Ruz, for the city of Angola for the city of Ruz in Angola, for tomorrow without war. The marshal gave his life for it, but he had no regrets. Now, what do we do? ”

"Our soldiers in the city of Angola Ruz have always followed in the footsteps of the marshal, and if the marshal can give his life, should we work hard?" Nie Xiaoyu asked sharply.

"Yes!" The soldiers of the Angolan city of Luz finally broke their silence and responded for the first time.

"The marshal paid with his life for it, can you do it? Are you afraid? Do you dare to rush forward? Even if death comes? Nie Xiaoyu's eyes were shining.

"Dare!" The soldiers' voices were sad, but firm.

"It was the Katu people who ruined our faith. It was the Gatu who killed our brothers, and it was the Gatu who killed the marshal. Should we take revenge? Shouldn't you wipe out the enemy in front of you in order to be worthy of the dead marshal? Nie Xiaoyu turned his gaze to Cha Han, and the pain in his heart was indescribable.

"Yes!" The tone of all the Angolan Ruz soldiers at the moment was only firm.

"Brothers, kill!" Nie Xiaoyu's long sword pointed directly at Cha Han, and only by killing the people in front of him could he vent the anger and grief in his heart.

"Kill!" Only by killing can we go to tomorrow, to tomorrow without war, as the marshal said. As a result, all Gatu people in front of them must disappear. Even if they disappear and their lives are gone, there are no regrets.

The anger in the heart, how to dissolve, is only the blood of the enemy.

A flat boat is a leaf, and the sea is crossed......

Accompanied by the sound of the waves and the moonrise......

One person, two people, the voice is sad and longing. It was as if they could see the marshal, and the nostalgia for the city of Luce on the faces of those brothers who had gone on an expedition, but they must have steadfastness in their eyes. Because they know what they're doing. It is to be able to protect what they miss behind them.

The mountains and rivers shine at night, whispering and taking care of ......

Three people, four people, five people. There was helplessness in the voice. The marshal and the brothers of the Grim Reaper Darksword may be helpless about the blood stained by their hands, and they are more nostalgic for the laughter and warmth of their loved ones, but. Once the journey begins, there is no turning back.

Looking at the bloody remnants from afar......

Ten people. Hundreds of people, but sad. God is saddened that there are fewer and fewer brothers around him. The heart is getting more and more bitter.

I never hesitated

Thousands of people, thousands of people, indignant but determined. I don't want my relatives to be hurt, so I never regret the road to the wilderness.

Whose journey or whose journey

The audience sang, calm and indifferent. This is the guardian of the city of Angola Ruz, whether it is the marshal of the expedition or the battle in front of them at this moment, the city of Angola Ruz is their common guardian.

The mind is contemplating the seagulls where they flyRegardless of the merits of a thousand years, the heart rises and falls in a flashBuried in the lonely bosom of the homelandThe fragrance is astringent and bitter as at first

Zhan Han looked at the soldiers of the city of Ruz in Angola, who had quickly stabilized, and shouted, "Your marshal is dead, and you can't win!" ”

Chahan's voice was full of panic, and the eyes of the Angola Ruz soldiers who had quickly determined themselves were firm and indifferent. Firmly believing that victory will belong to the city of Angola, Ruz is indifferent to life and death, and indifferent to all life. They will give everything for this victory, no matter how fierce the battle is, all they want is the result.

The flat boat is a leaf in the seaSuddenly, the darkness of the yearsDreaming of mountains and rivers is like crying and complainingGenerosity is hard to writeThere were several hesitations in walkingWhose journey or whose journey

Yes, the marshal is dead. But until his death, he was fulfilling his oath to protect the city of Ruz in Angola and protect Mia. Now that the enemy is in sight, how can they break their oath.The inexhaustible drums of war have no nameless headsTalking lightly, the wind and clouds are easy to disperse, but only picking up a proud backboneIndulge in solitude and fight for an inch of landThe beacon fire waved all the wayThe marshal is dead, and what can they fear as warriors? The life of this life was already delivered to the city of Angola. The soldiers' knives in the Angolan city of Ruz began to be violent, completely deadly, cruel and cold. They don't care about how many enemies they have in front of them, they only know how to kill, kill, kill.The inexhaustible drums of war have no nameless headsTalking lightly, the wind and clouds are easy to disperse, but only picking up a proud backboneIndulge in solitude and fight for an inch of landThe beacon fire waved all the way

The voice of the soldiers in the city of Angola Ruz was mournful, the marshal was dead, the marshal who was proud was dead. It is they who have been attacking our city of Angola Ruz for generations, and they are the ones who have killed the marshal, and they want to avenge the marshal.

The flat boat is a leaf and a sea crossing

Accompany the waves and the moonrise

The mountains and rivers murmur in the evening

Look at the blood-colored mountains and rivers in the distance

I never hesitated

Whose journey or whose journey

The mind is contemplating the seagulls where they fly

Regardless of the merits of a thousand years, the heart rises and falls in a flash

Buried in the lonely bosom of the homeland

The fragrance is astringent and bitter as at first

The flat boat is a leaf and a chestnut in the sea

Suddenly, the darkness of the years

Dreaming of mountains and rivers is like crying and complaining

Generosity is hard to write

There were several hesitations in walking

Whose journey or whose journey

The inexhaustible drums of war have no nameless heads

Talking lightly, the wind and clouds are easy to disperse, but only picking up a proud backbone

Indulge in solitude and fight for an inch of land

The beacon fire waved all the way

The inexhaustible drums of war have no nameless heads

Talking lightly, the wind and clouds are easy to disperse, but only picking up a proud backbone

Indulge in solitude and fight for an inch of land

The beacon fire waved all the way

I have my loneliness, I have my pride.

I have my thoughts, I have my perseverance.

I have my hesitations. I have my generosity.

I have my beginning, I have my fight.

I have my light sigh. I have my constant feelings, I have my intentions. I have a crippled heart, but I have my Mochizuki howl, my heart, my soul, here, in the city of Angola Ruz!

Angola Luz City is the pride of the soldiers of Angola Luz City, and Fengli Marshal is the faith of the soldiers. Even if the body dies and the person is destroyed, the faith is there, and the death for the city of Angola Ruz must keep it. Together with the marshal. Become the guardian of Angola Ruz City, and protect Angola Ruz City in the sky for generations.

The sad and light song gradually stirs up generosity, until it is uplifting, reaching to the sky.

The soldiers of the Angolan city of Ruz attacked fiercely, and did not retreat even if they suffered heavy casualties. Gatu was frightened by the opponent's strong offensive, and neither side could win the other, and the situation began to stalemate.

Suddenly, thick smoke billowed from the military camp in Jiatu, and the smoke raged, and the bright light of the fire reflected the sky clearly. The tiger body of Chahan was shocked. Only then did he suddenly remember that Ye Changmin, who had always been his enemy, had not appeared until now. Damn fool of Kutu, since 100,000 people can't hold the camp.

"Sons and daughters of the city of Ruz, Angola, come on! The great camp of Gatu was burned. It was burned by Ye Changmin. They have nothing left, only this life is left for us to reap! Nie Xiaoyu took the opportunity to shout, and his heart calmed down. Ye Changmin, this kid is silent. It's really successful, Fengli's vision is really accurate.

Lin Jixing breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. From the beginning to the present, Ye Changmin has been absent. Lin Jixing was really afraid that Nie Xiaoyu would suddenly announce what happened to him. You must know that the wind is gone, no one will believe in Ye Changmin like that, and Lin Jixing is afraid that Ye Changmin will not be able to stay. It's great that this kid has surfaced and brought such surprising news. Lin Jixing's heart was excited, and the gun was fast, and he picked off the enemy like a dragon. The Gatu soldiers who were swept down by Lin Jixing were definitely seriously wounded, if not fatal by a single shot, and could no longer participate in the battle. In such a chaotic scene, people who have no fighting power will only end up with death.

Shi Zichuan looked at the billowing smoke and grinned, but the knife in his hand danced faster. Ye Changmin, this kid has made such a big contribution, he can't lose to him. Looking at the Jiatu army that was gradually unable to stabilize his position, Shi Zichuan couldn't help but think that how good it would be if the marshal did, even if he put the Jiatu soldiers back in front of him a hundred times, he could kill them a hundred more times.

Huang Lianglu looked at Ye Changmin's fire, and nodded secretly in his heart. Taking advantage of Jiatu's panic, he looked for Jiatu's weak spot and made a rush, and when Jiatu was stunned, his brother had already fallen to the ground before he could react.

At this moment all the fighting was transferred to the ground, and there was no fighting on the side of the wall. Qin Xinghe silently looked at the firelight on the city wall. The fire raged and soared into the air, as if trying to burn that sky into nothingness. But no matter how big the fire is, it can't warm Qin Xinghe's heart. Such a cold heart is the death of all brothers little by little condensation. Originally, if there was warmth, it could also be provoked. But the last bit of crevice was poured by the dead of the wind, and nothing could enter.

The soldiers of Gatu looked at the soldiers of Angola Ruz City, who were originally like ashes, with blood-red eyes at the moment, regardless of the fight of life and death, and the arrogance in their hearts faded little by little. Nie Xiaoyu's words made their hearts cold and made them feel funny. What's the point of fighting at this moment, your relatives are all dead, all dead, what's the point of fighting to the end?

And Ye Changmin's fire burned the last psychological defense line of the Gatu soldiers. Relatives can't hold it, the battlefield can't hold it, everything is a failure, what's the point of living. So what Chahan was saying loudly was not heard by the soldiers of Gatu. Is it interesting to attack the Angolan city of Ruz? The city of Angola Ruz is a city that can never be attacked. (To be continued......)