The last 600 soldiers, their desperate eyes gradually turned to firmness.

It's been eight days, so you can't stop it, right?

They are the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, and it is their duty to defend the country, defend the country, and expand the territory.

What's more, General Zhu hasn't fallen yet, how can they fall.

One by one, his eyes looked at the figure in front of him, and he was still standing there, standing for what he wanted to protect.

In their heads, that sentence sounded again.

"If I don't fall, you won't fall!"

Seeing that the enemy army was getting closer and closer, the last 600 soldiers once again picked up the new type of firearms, and when the ten thousand troops rushed to attack, they stepped forward and forged a new line of defense.

War, again, is on the verge of breaking out.

Zhu Chen was covered in blood, and the soldiers were covered in blood!

An hour passed, and the enemy was still attacking.

When Zhu Chen turned around and looked at the rear, more than 100 people had fallen in this newly cast defensive line.

After a few days of sleeplessness, Zhu Chen's eyes were blood-red, and an unwavering belief surged out of his chest, a killing intent that soared to the sky.

I have faith and something to protect.

For the sake of one's own beliefs, for what one wants to protect, everything seems to be no longer so important, even at the cost of one's life......

What do you have to protect in your life?

On this night, the enemy attacked too fiercely.

Many enemy troops had already rushed to the front, and the fire guns were slow to reload, and they were no longer effective, and the only remaining soldiers immediately drew their swords at their waists and killed the enemy troops in front of them.

"Swear to the death to block the valley of life and death!"

"Brothers, I'll go first."

"The sun, moon, mountains and rivers will always be there, and the Daming rivers and mountains will always be there!"

They didn't hesitate at all, almost subconsciously.

At this time, even the most timid person is not afraid of death.

They have only one purpose, that is, to kill the enemy troops who have entered the valley and then kill them back!

It's just that this process is so difficult.

I don't know how many soldiers rushed over without fear of death, throwing their heroic blood.

The sons and daughters of China have never lacked people with lofty ideals for life and death, and the spirit passed down from generation to generation has made us stick to this territory and have not been taken away by foreigners for thousands of years.

Even if it is taken away, there will eventually be countless people with lofty ideals who will rise up to resist and regain the territory of our Huaxia Shenzhou.

The soldiers of the early Ming Dynasty, after experiencing the brutal rule of the Yuan Dynasty, knew that if they were not of our race, their hearts would be different, so they had stronger beliefs and more ruthless determination.

The inheritance of culture is destined to protect this inch of territory, this piece of mountains and rivers.

Over the past thousand years, how many bones of heroes have been buried in this territory to defend the country?

Whenever a foreign race comes, it is my Chinese people with lofty ideals who rise up to resist, work together, break the slope of the East China Sea, pour the water of the Yellow River, gather the spirit of a clan, drive away the Hulu, drive out foreign enemies, beg for the deceitful of you, and kill the barbarians!

At present, the great enemy must defend the country.

At this moment, the beacon fire is everywhere!

The light of the fire reflects half the sky.

The corpses paved the way, the blood was cast, and under the earth, it was all red soldiers' blood.

Liu Rong saw that he was in decline, he was already exhausted, and he was wounded by more than ten arrows, and under the loss of blood, the scenes in front of him were gradually falling.

Liu Rong's gaze became more and more blurred.

It was so blurred that he couldn't see the road ahead, couldn't see the charging soldiers, and couldn't see Hu Lu.

He knew that his life was ticking.

He knelt on the ground, forcibly supported his upper body with his sword, and roared angrily: "Come on, come on!" ”

A soldier who fought bloody battles quickly retreated and hurriedly helped him up: "General Liu, what's wrong?" ”

"Quick!"

"Quickly tie me up until the flag is raised, so that all the soldiers can see that I am still alive and the general is not dead." The later anti-Japanese general roared again and again.

The soldier's eyes were blood-red, and he couldn't help but have fog in his eyes: "General Liu, you are too seriously injured, if you are tied to the military flag, you will die......"

"I want the soldiers to see that the general is still there, and the morale will not be dispersed!" Liu Rong gritted his teeth and said.

Big husband, if you die, you will die, what is there to be afraid of.

Liu Rong insisted, and the bloody soldier couldn't help but tears in his eyes, and quickly brought the Ming military flag, tied Liu Rong to the Ming military flag, and then rose up!

Liu Rong, the deputy general of the Shenji Battalion, along with the flag representing the Ming Empire, rose together!

He was covered with more than a dozen arrows, and he was hung up and raised.

He used the last of his strength and was impassioned: "Brothers, kill the captive." ”

When the soldiers turned their heads, they could see their general, who was hung on the Ming military flag, his eyes were wide, and he was covered with more than ten arrows, no matter how pale his face was, he refused to close his eyes until he died!

"General Liu!"

When some soldiers saw this scene, they couldn't help but burst into tears.

Countless Ming soldiers burst into tears at this moment.

The Ming military flag blew in the wind and fluttered in mid-air, symbolizing that they had not yet fallen.

"Kill! Kill the captives! ”

"Brothers, kill the captives!"

"Die and never retreat!"

The soldiers roared angrily, and their morale became tragic again, and they coalesced, and in an instant a new line of defense was established, and the enemy army was once again repulsed.

Under the surging morale, even if all the soldiers were exhausted, none of them were willing to fall!

Until death, they are killing the enemy.

In the blink of an eye, an hour passed.

Two hours.

Three Hours......

Until dawn.

……

After six or seven hours of killing, the soldiers' armor was soaked in blood, and they still did not stop fighting.

The enemy also relentlessly and continued to attack until dawn on the ninth day, showing no sign of stopping, and still sending a large number of troops to kill in this direction.

Six hundred people, after a night of fighting, only more than two hundred remained.

In the end, more than 200 people are still resisting to the death.

Zhu Chen took the last two hundred people and continued to fight until noon.

Seeing the soldiers beside him fall one after another, Zhu Chen knew that he couldn't stay tonight.

Turning his head, he glanced at Liu Rong, who was hanging on the flagpole.

His face was horribly pale, his body was still dripping blood, his eyes were closed, and he didn't know if he was still alive.

Zhu Chen took a deep breath, he turned to look in the direction of the Ming army's camp, and muttered in a low voice: "Old man, I can't hold it anymore......"

"I said that I could only keep it for you until the ninth day."

Zhu Chen clutched the war knife in his hand tightly, the dark red armor on his body had already been soaked in blood, and the white underwear inside was full of traces of blood.

His hand clenched his sword, trembling slightly, blood dripping from between his fingers.

After several days of sleeplessness, Zhu Chen was a little physically exhausted, and it was difficult to support him any longer.

But.

Is it just going to fall?

Zhu Chen is unwilling, really unwilling.

He has been guarding for nine days, and he has killed and injured so many loyal souls.

As long as you don't die, you should stay until the last minute, right?

The main force of Mahamu is about to be completely consumed......

In Zhu Chen's chest, he gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, as if he had spit out all the unevenness and negative emotions in his chest.

He braced himself and slowly stood up.

Tearing a piece of cloth, Zhu Chen wrapped the knife with his right hand, and then tied it tightly.

With obscure eyes, he looked at the army of black pressure in front of him.

Ahead, there is an army of 100,000 people, densely packed, with no end in sight, and it is the ultimate darkness.

Zhu Chen's eyes gradually became firm.

At this moment, his heart was beating wildly.

He could even hear the sound of blood dripping from his hands.

People should have something to protect themselves, even if they sacrifice their lives, even if they don't hesitate to do so, right?

No one throws their heads and spills their blood, where is this Ming Dynasty, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, thousands of lights, and the people are safe?

There's always something to protect, higher than life.

"Old man, I said that I would respond to the sky together, I may have to break my promise."

"I said that I would provide for you for a lifetime, and I may not be able to do it."

"Forgive me, I have my own ...... that I want to protect"

In his heart, he has the great tomorrow he wants to protect.

Zhu Chen crossed his sword, straddled his horse, stood on his horse, facing tens of thousands of troops, and his blood-red eyes gradually narrowed.

The killing intent all over his body gradually became restrained.

Concentrate, and then explode!

The horses at their feet emitted the most fierce exaltation.

Ride your horse and fight into the midst of all armies.

In his mouth, he whispered: "Even if the abyss ahead is guarded by me, I will face thousands of people alone, step into the abyss, and enter the Yellow ......Spring inch by inch."