The Great Way to Truth, Starting from Jiazi Laodao

Chapter 214: Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!

The evil spirit rose into the sky.

The Yangshen Demon King reappears.

On the one hand, the human race is earth-colored.

House seemingly endless rain.

When the demon leader appeared majestically, holding a long sword, wearing black armor and with a red cloak fluttering.

The might of the Yang God was released to the fullest extent, causing the sky to darken and the mountains and rivers to tremble.

Obviously stronger than other Yangshen Demon Kings.

Many human soldiers looked despairing.

How to fight this battle?
Zhenbei Hou's heart sank and his face looked ugly.

Seeing the low morale, he tried to cheer himself up.

I am the commander of the border.

Anyone can panic and be afraid, but he can't.

Seeing the two Yang God Demon Kings appear, no matter how uncertain he was, Zhenbei Hou remained calm and composed.

He raised his arm, pointed his sword and shouted:

“Commendants, behind us are our respective families and clans, as well as the hundreds of millions of people of Daxuan.

If the demons invade, they will be slaughtered, their wives and children will scream, their clans will be in turmoil, and the people will wail.

Blood flowed like a river and bones filled the fields.

We are the eternal sinners of Daxuan.

Fight to the death for the people, for the clan, for the wife and children, and for yourself!"

The voice of generosity spreads throughout the Great Wall.

The heartfelt words echoed throughout the army.

The panicked soldiers fell silent.

Soon, a young general in white robe was blown away.

He was the most valued grandson of the Zhenbei Marquis. He grew up in a border town and started fighting on the battlefield at the age of ten.

In small-scale conflicts with foreign demon tribes, he had killed enemies, seen blood, and been injured.

At the worst time, I was bedridden for half a year.

When two armies confront each other, he always leads the charge.

He was affectionately called Major General by the soldiers.

He had reached the Qi training stage at the tender age and was highly regarded by the entire army, but now all his internal organs were shattered.

Before he died, he took a deep breath, blood gushing out of his mouth and nose. He raised the long sword in his hand and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Fight to the death, never retreat!"

Immediately smiled.

He fell to the ground with a thud and died on the battlefield.

The Marquis of Zhenbei was trembling with fear.

Whoosh!
A figure rushed out of the formation wall.

Wearing armor and holding a spear.

He ignited all the energy and blood in his body and pierced the chest of a flying monster. In the rain of blood, he laughed loudly.

A mixture of emotions including relief, grief, sadness, hatred, and pride eventually turned into determination.

He laughed loudly and rushed into the group of monsters and also rushed towards the big monster. His body swelled rapidly in the face of their fearful expressions.

The next moment, it exploded with a loud bang and self-destructed, dying together with a great Jindan demon and taking the lives of many smaller demons with it.

Before death, only one voice remained:
"Fight to the death!"

He is a golden elixir martial artist.

He is also the father of the young general in white robe.

He is also the seventh son of Zhenbei Marquis.

He lived to be a hundred years old. His wife died early. He spent most of his time in border towns. He had three sons and one daughter, two of whom died in battle.

One is more miserable than the other.

Each one more heroic than the other.

Now the youngest son has died.

He was proud, but tears were streaming down his face as he realized it was time for him to go.

He just hoped these kids would walk slower so he could catch up.

In this life, he:
Worthy of my father.

Worthy of Zhenbei Army.

Worthy of the people of Daxuan.

I only feel guilty towards my children.

But no regrets!
The eyes of Zhenbeihou were red.

A graceful figure in red clothes fluttered as she rushed out of the formation wall.

She was a female general, her bright face was full of determination, she was as brave as any man.

She drew her bow and a stream of blood appeared.

"Fight to the death!"

As she let go of the arrow, her life span, blood, cultivation, fighting spirit, murderous intent, etc. were all integrated into this arrow.

Once the arrow is shot, there is no return and no regrets.

Pierce the hearts of many monsters.

Staring a great innate demon to death on the ground.

A faint smile appeared on the woman's pale face, and her whole body turned into ashes and drifted away with the wind.

The longbow wailed, and the main weapon broke automatically and fell to the ground.

Zhenbei Hou's lips trembled.

That's his youngest daughter.

She has not yet married, and a few days ago she was acting coquettishly, asking him to find her a suitable husband.

He said that he would send his grandson to join the Zhenbei Army in the future.

But now he has passed away young and beautiful.

Da da~!
The sound of a cane hitting the ground was heard.

A white-haired old woman took off her helmet, held a cane in her hand, and strode out of the formation wall.

The dragon head crutch suddenly broke into countless pieces, which pierced into the old woman's body. She sacrificed herself and set up a large formation.

Thousands of monsters were trapped and buried together with them. Before completely disappearing, the old voice was resounding:
"Fight to the death!"

Zhenbei Hou choked up, and finally spoke, murmuring: "Mother!"

That was his mother, who worked hard all her life.

The young woman sent her husband away.

He sent his daughter away in middle age.

In his old age, he saw off four grandsons, two granddaughters and eight great-grandchildren.

On her 300th birthday this year, she prayed privately to the ancestor of military affairs, hoping for the safety of her descendants.

She said her only wish was to die before her son and she didn't want to see her son die before her.

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Holding the sword tightly in his hand, Zhenbei Hou endured the heart-wrenching pain and the tears that were about to burst out. He slightly raised his head to look at the sky and bit his lips to prevent the tears from falling.

But how can the pain of the skin compare to the pain of the heart?

But he is the commander-in-chief of the Zhenbei Army, shouldering the responsibility of defending his country and the lives of hundreds of millions of people in Daxuan.

No matter how sad you are, you have to endure it. Never break down emotionally or show the slightest bit of vulnerability.

Taking a deep breath, Zhenbei Hou shouted in a deep voice:
"Fight to the death!"

The sound was like a wave, striking the soldiers' hearts.

The scenes just now were eye-catching, with fighting spirit and passion, hatred and pain intertwined, burning away the fear in their hearts.

Now everyone has only one thought in their mind:
"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death, fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death, fight to the death, fight to the death!"

Voices sounded.

Hundreds of thousands of Zhenbei soldiers screamed in unison. "Kill!"

The Marquis of Zhenbei fought hard to kill the enemy.

A holy fetus demon was beheaded with a sword.

He couldn't defeat the Demon King, but he could kill anyone below the Demon King.

Since we can’t compete on quality, let’s compete on quantity.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The soldiers fought bloody battles.

Some followed the example of Zhenbei Hou and specialized in killing monsters they could defeat; some faced strong enemies head-on and took on tough tasks.

If you can't beat them, siege them.

If you can't win, just self-destruct.

Who is afraid of who will perish together?

At this moment, they were crazier than the monsters.

The soldiers beating drums and blowing trumpets turned around and killed the enemy.

Tens of thousands of female soldiers came dressed in mourning.

They are the mothers, wives, sisters, daughters, and even granddaughters of the border troops.

The people in the border towns are tough and both men and women practice martial arts, not only to keep fit, but also to discipline the men in their families and to be able to fight in the battlefields when the war gets intense, and also to guard the border.

When the news of the evacuation of the family came, they split into two groups, one to assist in the retreat and the other to head straight to the battlefield.

The drums beat again and the trumpets sounded again.

The soldiers were moved to tears, but they were even more determined to fight and were ready to die.

Marquis Zhenbei turned his head and looked towards the highest point of the drum platform, where there was a drum. Every time they went to war, someone would beat the drum.

He looked up and saw it.

Before, it was his wife.

Later, it was his mother.

Later, it was his daughter.

But now, they are all gone.

The next moment, Zhenbeihou's tiger body trembled slightly.

A white-haired veteran with only his left hand left carried a nine-year-old girl up the stairs step by step, followed by several veterans.

Stand before the drum.

Boom—boom—boom!

The girl holds a hammer and beats the drum.

The drums were not loud.

But every hit hit Zhenbei Hou's heart.

Those old soldiers were his brothers who had been through thick and thin with him. They were all disabled and were placed in his home to live out their old age.

And that little girl is the orphan of a heroic hero.

The whole family died in the battle.

The Marquis of Zhenbei adopted her as his granddaughter.

Seeing the old soldiers injecting their true energy into the girl's body to help her beat the war drum, Zhenbei Houhu's eyes welled up with tears and he laughed out loud.

He still has relatives.

The entire Zhenbei Army is like family to us.

The beating of drums also struck the hearts of tens of thousands of female soldiers and hundreds of thousands of Zhenbei soldiers.

The women beating the drums had a tacit understanding, and the sound of the drums gradually became in tune with the little girl, dispelling the fear in the soldiers' hearts and forcing them to move forward courageously.

The remaining women, armed with knives and arrows, attacked the demons.

In the border town, old soldiers marched against the flow. Some of them had gray hair, some were disabled, and some were just skin and bones.

Wearing his old armor, holding his old weapons, and with a determined look in his eyes, he climbed up the Shinto Great Wall.

One by one, their energy and blood burst out, reaching the highest level.

They are frontier troops who have fought all their lives. Now that the war is getting intense, they should put on their armor again and return to the battlefield.

For them:

To grow old and die peacefully is happiness.

To die on the battlefield is an honor.

He used his remaining life and old bones to defend the dignity of the Zhenbei Army and to create a future for the young men.

If you have to sacrifice.

They have to be ahead anyway.

This is the hundreds of years old tradition of the Zhenbei Army.

"Kill that damn demon-mother's son!"

"I'm eighty years old, covered in wounds. I don't have many years left to live. Killing one now will pay off! Killing a pair will be a win!"

"I am not dead yet, it is not your turn to rush to the front, get out of the way!"

"When I was wielding a knife and killing monsters, your father was still wearing open-crotch pants. Even though he's old, he's not incapable of lifting a knife!"

"If you want to be a hero, wait until I'm dead."

"My son died in the hands of a fox demon back then. Now I can drag a great fox demon to be buried with him. It's worth it!"

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The veterans rushed forward one after another, launching a suicide charge. They would only advance and not retreat, and would rather die than live.

One by one they cursed.

Everyone laughed.

They died tragically one by one.

No regrets for each one.

The sword in the hands of Zhenbei Hou is even sharper.

The Zhenbei Army has more advanced troops.

The sound of drums and trumpets is generous and sad.

Even the wind has a sense of desolation, sending out the ups and downs of passionate singing:
"I have no clothes, but I will share my clothes with you.

Who says I have no clothes? I will share my clothes with you.

I have no clothes, so I will share my clothes with you..."

Follow the sound.

That was a woman from the Border Town Music Bureau.

Some of them were exiled, and some were sent here because their fathers and brothers leaked military secrets and were demoted to slavery by the court and rushed into the Jiaofangsi.

However, the border troops never took their anger out on them for the crimes of their families, nor did they treat them as playthings, but gave them the last bit of respect.

As long as the women in the Border Town Music Bureau made meritorious contributions, they would have the opportunity to be released from the register and even join the army.

They should have evacuated with the people, but gave up escaping and stayed, playing music and singing the military song of the Zhenbei Army.

The female officials from the Jiaofangsi were in charge in person.

The old soldier shed tears and sang a military song before he died.

Tens of thousands of female soldiers also started singing.

Hundreds of thousands of Zhenbei Army soldiers started singing.

Zhenbei Hou also started singing.

Defend the people, even die on the battlefield!
This is a responsibility and a mission!
They have no fear, no complaints, no regrets!
I only hope that the mountains and rivers will be forever stable and the human race will be safe!
I only wish for a prosperous world and health for all living beings!
With unity of purpose, we can stand firm.

Little sparks gather together to form a prairie fire.

The military formation evolved into a Great Wall of Will, which unconsciously merged with the Shinto Great Wall beneath its feet.

Li Zizai widened his eyes.

Bai Suying was shocked.

The Black Water Snake had a resolute expression.

The great wizard Wuershan couldn't believe it.

The Dharmakaya of Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun is compassionate.

The Dharmakaya of Emperor Gou Chen seemed to be thinking about something.

(End of this chapter)