Winter is coming to an end, the haze weather has finally dissipated, today is a change from the usual gloom, it is rare to be a sunny day, the sun rushes out of the dark clouds, the reflected sunlight shuttles between the branches, weaving into a golden silk, it looks extraordinarily clear. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But it was such a warm day, but the faces of the people in the Great Realm Gate were full of depth, at this moment, the soldiers ended their training, the laborers put down their tools, and even Xing Jun, who had not appeared for a long time, appeared in the crowd.

Xing Jun stood above the crowd dressed in black, at this moment, his expression was solemn, his eyes were indifferent, even if he didn't speak, he could still make people understand the heavy aura on his body.

In front of him were the warriors led by the double pupils, and they were already the most qualified warriors, at this time, the forty-two people standing in the front were each holding a gray jar in their hands, and in it, were the ashes of the godsend who had died in the battle.

Quiet and peaceful.

More than forty-two God-sent people died in the war, including warriors from the alliance and members of the warband, but at this moment, they all had a common identity, one of the heroes.

Death, for the vast majority of people born in the last days, feels a little common and common.

This kind of ordinariness does not mean that they have a hard heart, no desire and no love, compared with other places, they have blood, they have flesh, they have seven emotions and six desires, but the desolation of the last days, the environment, the robbers, and the food can all constitute the conditions for death.

Life and death, death and life, for them, they can face life and departure more intuitively than those who live in a comfortable and stable environment.

Sacrifice to the souls of the dead.

For the people of the Great Realm Gate, this is a word that is both unfamiliar and novel.

The dead are dead, and the living still need to live, to live on this seemingly abandoned land, and they are accustomed to disposing of corpses with frugal imitations, or burying, or burning, and even wild burials and sky burials, but for many years, they have never participated in a scene similar to the present sacrifice of tens of thousands of people.

Xing Jun's solemn face seemed to be joyless and sad, but his eyes contained a trace of blood and scarlet that could not be resolved.

What makes a force strong?

Sharp weapons? Tall body? A successful scheme? Or a warlike commander?

These reasons may be able to make the troops victorious, but they still do not represent their strength, in other words, if it is a weapon? No nuclear energy? Don't have a plan? And there is no commander of Yum? And how are they going to fight? How to win?

The spirit of the army.

The word that carries the strength of the troops is not an external force, but an internal force.

What is the spirit of the army?

In the face of a powerful opponent, knowing that you are invincible, you must resolutely show your sword, even if you fall, you must become a mountain and a ridge! What awe-inspiring, what determination, what pleasure, what courage!

If one day, the troops under his command can condense such a spirit, and only then can they truly defeat one enemy and ten battles!

Tomb of the Faithful Soul.

The empty cemetery does not have any stone tablets, and some are just holes like nests, which are the places where the ashes are buried, and the tomb of the loyal soul in Xing Jun's mouth.

In front of the cemetery, there is a huge stone block five meters high, even if these dead people do not have a stone tablet, but on the stone, there are engraved the names of these dead people, a whole forty-two people, not missing, never lost.

"What a ruthless guy who wants to buy people's hearts with thousands of potholes and a worthless stone, no matter how you look at it, it's a successful deal." Standing in the crowd, the little empress laughed.

The dead, the soul also.

Death does not enter the ground, and the soul does not return to the card.

The burial of the dead is a ritual that must be completed for people.

The Tomb of the Loyal Soul is a tomb, but it is also the place where the hometown is.

Xing Jun's wish, in addition to building a place to bury the bones of the soldiers, is also an attempt to condense the military soul of his soldiers!

Now it is just starting, even if there are only forty-two names on this loyal soul tablet now, but in the future, in the turbulent times of bloody rain and human life, the names on this stone tablet will only increase more and more until it is filled.

It has nothing to do with cold-bloodedness, nothing to do with desolation, this is the only way for every king to become a hegemon.

The bones are the road, and the flesh is the bridge.

At that point, the stone tablet, made of the flesh and blood of millions of people, will eventually erupt with a terrifying soul and essence.

The soul of the army, this intangible, invisible, is not groundless, with it, a force has the backbone, with it, the army can not be defeated in a hundred battles, with it, in order to truly win the country, the blade of the blade.

Build a stele with stone and engrave people with words.

No matter how much ambition, selfishness or indifference he carries in his heart, at this moment, in the eyes of everyone, he is like a god's mansion, shining on the world.

Xing Jun looked at the many God-sent people in front of him who were loyal to him or selfish, and said slowly: "The monument is here, the monument is dead, from now on, all the heaven-sent people who died in battle will enter this monument, I promise, live to let you live and be healthy, and die to let you be in your place, if you violate the oath, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed, and the people and gods will not exist!" ”

Violent wheezing was heard in the crowd, not only the soldiers, but also ordinary people and laborers.

Living in troubled times, they really don't have extra ambitions, it's good to live, even if they are tired, even if they are bitter, as long as they live, they are willing.

But when the time is not right, people are not as good as grass, even if there are many killings among humans, not to mention insects and zombies!

Their homes were destroyed, their families were killed, they had the same resentment, they had the same hatred, but here, even as laborers, they did not experience the slightest humiliation, on the contrary, delicious food and warm shelter, these demands that they had never dared to imagine before, were all fulfilled here.

The Zerg siege of the city, such a battle, took away not only forty-two godsends, but also countless ordinary people behind it.

Life is worse than grass.

This is the most vivid portrayal of this world.

As time goes on, they become more and more contradictory, to live or to die? For those born in these last days, this is a slightly sad choice.

Although they want to stick to their fears, they have learned to forget and integrate in the face of life.

It's good here, although all systems are so foreign, but there is something to rely on.

Unlike in the past, the refugees who wandered through the Great Realm Gate have enjoyed unimaginable treatment and food, and now, even if they are fortunate in their daily life, at the very least, they can ensure that there is enough food.

Listening to Xing Jun's vicious oath, everyone breathed heavily and clenched their fists.

Hello in the future and goodbye in the past.