"Brothers who died in vain in the civil fort, we have come to avenge you!"

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the eyes of the soldiers of the 3,000 battalions seemed to be unable to see clearly, only the pouring rain and the dense Warat army in front of them.

And, that outside, Yu Qian's army that was trying to kill them to help them!

On the other side, Emperor Zhu Qiyu is also leading troops to rescue!

However, the cavalry of the 3,000 battalion still chose the strongest encirclement point of the enemy and launched an attack!

They, go straight to the Chinese army's Warat also!

"Three thousand battalions!!" Luo Ming roared angrily.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

A voice full of murderous aura and infinite hatred sounded towards Warat first.

Warat also took a few steps back involuntarily with the war horses of the Warat soldiers, as if he felt an unprecedented killing force.

"Destroy them!"

Warat was even a little afraid to see such an army!

Didn't you say that all the elites of the 3,000 battalions of the Ming Dynasty were buried?

How can this look like an army of only more than 3,000 people, each of them looks like hungry wolves hunting for food!

What is it......

Actually gave them such a belief that they dared to face 30,000 head-on with 3,000!?

The cavalry rushed into the direction where Waraye was first.

The lineage of Waraya continued to shrink the encirclement from all sides.

Yu Qian and Zhu Qizhen took the Ming army outside and tried to tear apart the encirclement, but it was all in vain!

The soldiers of the 3,000 battalion, seeing this scene, were happy in their hearts!

'Come on, all come at us!'

'In this way, the Warats will not go to the siege for a while!'

'As long as one of us remains, we will never let Warat hurt our fathers and fellow villagers!'

'Behind him, they are all compatriots of our Huaxia clan!'

'As long as the army arrives, the Ming Dynasty will be saved, and Huaxia will be saved, and future generations will be saved...... It's going to go on and on!'

'For this reason, even if it is death, what does it matter?'

One after another of faith resounded in the hearts of the soldiers of the 3,000 battalions.

At the same time, they are also presented in the form of their original sound and sound form by the mirror of time and space in the Yingtian Temple and the contemporary world.

Ying Tian Temple.

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were red, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop trembling, and he couldn't hold back his tears.

Jiang Yi's expression was solemn, upright and solemn with his waist, and his heart was also flooded with turbulent waves.

The modern world.

Countless viewers have raised their hearts to their throats.

"Original...... It turned out that this was the reason why they took the initiative to rush into the encirclement and chose to attack Warat first!"

"Yes, only by attacking Warat first, can they attract the enemy's firepower to the greatest extent, so that we can fight for the future generations of China!"

"Throughout the history of Chinese civilization, how many times have there been incidents of alien races or foreign countries invading us?"

"However, every time there is a great disaster in China, there will be thousands of Chinese troops, for the sake of their family and country, for the sake of future generations, they choose to fight with enemies who are a hundred times stronger than them!"

"Chinese civilization is inherited and endlessly because of one such Chinese ancestor after another!"

"Woo woo, I'm already in tears, I love the soldiers, I love the ancestors!"

"I have no regrets in this life to enter China, thank my ancestors!"

"I have no regrets in this life to enter China, thank my ancestors!"

"I have no regrets in this life to enter China, thank my ancestors!"

In front of the mobile phone screen, countless viewers were in tears, tapping the mobile phone screen heavily, and typed out one sentence after another that belonged to them!

At this moment, the barrage seems to be endowed with a soul, although there is no sound, it shocks hundreds of millions of viewers!

In this life, I have no regrets about entering China, and I will still grow flowers in the next life!

In Taichung, all the high-level officials were in awe.

In the Yancheng villa, Old Man Qin stood solemnly.

All over China, when the retired soldiers saw this scene, they all stood up straight and saluted solemnly towards the Ming army in the mirror of time and space, with thousands of people facing the enemy!

They are the bronze wall of the Ming Dynasty!

And generation after generation of soldiers is the Great Wall of China!

Where there is no boundary marker, where the border army is, it is a boundary marker!

Where there is danger, where the soldiers are, that is, the fortress!

There is a kind of cemetery in this world, which can make our Chinese people walk at night without fear and sit back and relax!

That's the Martyrs' Cemetery!

The people who guarded you in life will harm you after death?

And this kind of self-confidence belongs to thousands of our Chinese people!

Because there is only the army of China, born to protect the country and the people, and fight to defend the country and the people!

Those who offend my Chinese will be punished even if they are far away!

Whoever I am Chinese will be saved, even if I am far away!!

"Da Ming, I once heard that there was you, and today, I finally know you!"

"This is the elegance of the Ming Dynasty, this is the real Ming army!"

"This is not only the elegance of the Ming Dynasty, but also the elegance of our Chinese nation!"

Countless viewers were enthusiastic, wiped the corners of their eyes, cried, and deeply proud.

This is the inheritance of blood and tears from generation to generation, and the golden iron horse and horse leather shroud from generation to generation, which is the pride of our Chinese nation!

......

In the Mirror of Time and Space!

The three thousand cavalry rushed to Warayexian without hesitation.

Seeing that there was danger first, the soldiers of Warat refused to let go of this great opportunity to make meritorious contributions, so the soldiers who had been arranged to attack the city turned their horses' heads one after another.

They vowed to kill this 3,000 cavalry without leaving a single piece of armor!

"Give back the lives of my brothers who died in the battle of Tumubao!"

"Give me back the rivers and mountains that Daming was trampled on!"

"Return my Ming killed people!"

The cavalry of the 3,000 battalions rushed into the enemy formation, each like a tiger who did not want to die, and fought against the enemy!

Even if hundreds of enemies rushed forward, even if they were alone in the face, the cavalry of the 3,000 battalions did not hesitate at all!

Even if it is one to ten, one to hundred, and one to thousand, they have no hesitation and do not stop!!

Sadly, this is not history......

Faced with such an enemy, which was several times their size, the cavalry of the three thousand battalions was quickly swallowed up by the enemy.

After a rush to kill, only 1,000 people were left of 3,000 people!

After another rush, only five hundred of the thousand people remained!

After another rush, there were less than a hundred of the five hundred left!

In the end, among the 3,000 battalions, ...... survived No, it's the Chinese army that hasn't died yet!

Only Luo Ming remained.

He was gasping for air......

"Hoo ......"

"Hoo ......"

"Hoo ......"

He looked weakly at the 3,000 battalions, 2,999 brothers, carrying no less than 3,000 elite corpses, in various postures, lying on the ground.

Without exception, every gesture was conducive to the Ming army's killing of the Warat soldiers.

In other words, the soldiers of the 2,999 3,000 battalions, even if they died, used their mutilated bodies to create conditions conducive to killing the enemy.

Some of the Warat soldiers who were not killed wasted a lot of effort before they were able to break free from the shackles of the dead Ming army.

Their eyes betrayed fear, and with the same despair as if they were facing the devil, they turned around and rushed back to the Warat army like madness.

Luo Ming sneered, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

His whole body was dripping with the blood of either his enemies or his own......

The wind does not dry, and the rain does not pour out......

With his left hand, he picked up a long sword that killed the Ming army.

Just now, his weapon, in the process of fighting, was lost with his right hand......

However, it doesn't matter, I still have my left hand, and I can also serve the Ming Dynasty and future generations...... Do your last hand.

Isn't it?

Luo Ming's laughter became colder and colder, more and more decisive.

Zhu Qizhen and Yu Qian, as well as all the Ming soldiers who wanted to save him, were desperately shouting: "Don't!"

"Don't !!"

The audience's eyes were glued to what was happening on the screen.

Their hearts were pounding, and they felt like their blood pressure was soaring.

In his mouth, he also muttered: "Don't ......"

"Don't!!"

However.

in the picture.

Luo Ming still chose one person to face 20,000 troops alone!

He raised his long sword, his eyes were bloodshot, the corners of his mouth were cold smiles, and he galloped on his horse.

A heart-rending voice, straight into the sky, firm and tragic, accompanied by his back, trembled ancient and modern.

"Three Thousand Battalions ----"

"Kill !!"