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wind!!!

Gale!!

The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying.

At this moment, there was a strange wind blowing across the entire Myanmar and Buddhist country.

The place where the gust of wind blew was exactly where the Great Xia Expeditionary Force passed.

On top of Qianzhang's ghostly appearance, Qin Yanliang looked at the blood-colored wind, grinned, and then began to be serious again.

"Heaven Lingling, Earth Lingling, Immortal Grandpa will appear soon. 99

"Return of the soul! Come back, come back, come back quickly..."

Qin Yanliang's movements are funny, like a great dancer.

But the more he was like this, the more unable to hide the sadness in his eyes.

However, he quickly calmed down and stood beside Lin Yan, murmuring in a low voice.

"Only after the 200 Division finished their first victory did they realize that the Yun-Myanmar Highway, which was supposed to be guarded by Ying Maozi, had fallen, and not only the 200 Division, but all the expedition troops were left alone.

"Ying Maozi slapped his butt and left without saying anything, and the materials he promised to help us—vehicles and supplies—were not fulfilled. The expedition forces behind could only rely on walking to open up a path of sheep's intestines and climb mountains and mountains."

"The transportation capacity could not be improved, there was a large distance between the various ministries, and the troops were extremely scattered. There were hostile eyes around, no food, no guide, bad natural environment, and heavy troops pressed by Japanese slaves. ."

"In the end, the battlefield was divided. The Wu Army stood in front to fight the fire everywhere. The Sixth Army fought on their own in the vast area of ​​the Eastern Front. The reserve force was stretched and returned to the border..."

"Our main unit is responsible for frontal combat, and the group of Maozi is responsible for protecting our flanks.

"But can those foxes keep the flanks? If they can, then damn it!"

"Twelve days, we fought with our brothers and the group of "217" Japanese slaves for twelve days, blocking the pursuers for those Maozi.

"As for how many casualties the people of Daxia have to pay in order to stop the Japanese chasing troops, and how to get rid of the strong enemy even if the blocking is successful, that is not what the Maozi cares about. As long as Maozi escapes to a safe place, everything will be fine."

"They just want to escape, speed up to escape..."

"It's ridiculous that the Maozi who fled to the north are not all rogue troops, there are their ace troops, what "Desert Rat", "Storm Eagle"... They even ran out, the longest retreat in history, The distance is up to 1,700 kilometers.

"I bother!!!"

"We have been blocking guns for those Maozi, but, Gu La lost, Manfo City lost, Guangfo lost... lost, lost, lost all the time, just like in Daxia!"

"Maozi asked us to go with them, but we have to go to Baixiang as a refugee..."

Qin Yanliang's expression became grim.

"Go to their mother's refugees!!! Daxia hasn't died yet, Daxia is still there, why are we refugees! So we have to go home... The two hundred divisions have to break through and join the army...

"As for the rest of the army, they retreated to Savage Mountain, you should know what happened next, Lord Guicha.

"I know where my brothers are buried."

"Know where our teacher is buried. He was buried in Maogu Village!

Qin Yanliang spoke in a low voice, not knowing whether he was recalling it himself or telling Zhang Xinyi who was beside him.

"Master! Heroes go through the ages!!!!

At this moment, Qin Yanliang's shout seemed to really follow the wind, blowing to Maogu Village in Burma Buddha Country.

Maogu Village is a Buddhist country in Myanmar, and among all the villages, it is considered a relatively wealthy village.

There are several businessmen in the village who open shops in the town, and Qimao Ancient Village has a direct road to the town, so the village also has shops.

However, it is still relatively close to Caiyun Prefecture.

In existence, there is an ancient tomb.

The tombs are well repaired, much better than those of many people in the village.

It is said that a few years ago, from the Daxia side, many people came and wanted to move this tomb, but in the end I didn't know the reason and let it go.

What shocked the village the most was the fact that there were garbage guards in this tomb.

It started with five old men.

But over time.

There is only one old man who guards the grave, and there are four simple graves.

Those five old men had a very high status in the village, and the village chief respected them extremely.

It is said that they are from Daxia, and they once shed blood for the people of the Burmese Buddhist country.

The only remaining old man, surnamed Liu, refused the new house arranged by the village chief and lived next to the tomb.

People in the village said that the old man was probably waiting for something, waiting for someone from Daxia to pick him up and go home with his grave, or wait for him to die and be reunited with his brothers.

Tonight, the strong wind that blew through Myanmar and Buddhism also swept through Maogu Village.

The old man who lived next to the tomb, listening to the humming of the wind outside the house, put on a thin coat with some anxiety and walked out!

The wind outside is really strong.

It was terrifyingly loud, accompanied by a terrifying sound of thunder.

The sound of wind and thunder combined, and it seemed that a torrential rain would fall at any moment.

The old man surnamed Liu walked to the grave in a single coat.

Next to the old house, stands a large tomb and four small tombs.

The tombstone above the big tomb is engraved with the characters of Daxia in a square and a circle.

General, Dai Tianlan's tomb...

The small graves next to the big graves only record their names, and next to the names, their hometowns are recorded...

Daxia, Liaodong, Funing Prefecture, Liu Yanzhi.

Daxia, Tianfu Prefecture, Guyu Town, Chuge.

Daxia, Jianningzhou, Chen Huiliang.

Daxia, Yongzhou, Zhejiang, Partridge Village, Han Yuyin.

In addition to the four tombs, there is actually another tomb, and a monument has been erected, but there is no writing on it.

The old man surnamed Liu walked to the group of graves without kneeling, but tried his best to straighten his back and saluted.

"Two hundred divisions, second lieutenant, Liu Gujun, salute the division commander."

"The weather is gloomy and gloomy today, please be careful to avoid the cold!"

"Everything is normal in Daxia. The people have faith, and Daxia has hope!"

This is the old man's habit, he doesn't know how many years it has lasted.

The world is changing so fast, many things have changed, but many things have not changed.

A few years ago, someone from Daxia finally came and said that the tomb of the division commander would be moved back to Daxia. The old man was very happy, because Daxia still remembered them and heard that there is a small cemetery for the expeditionary troops in Caiyun Prefecture.

But it was later heard that Myanmar and Buddha Kingdom disagreed with Da Xia for some reason, and this matter was not settled in the end.

Liu Gujun was not surprised by this.

It's not the same as those brothers who crossed the Heiluo River and fought a big victory.

Their expedition troops, in the Burmese and Buddha country, lose more and win less, and most of the summer was thrown from the hands of those who joined the army. Not many people in the country remember them, and that's what it should be.

The matter of transporting the wreckage has been mentioned many times by Daxia, but the Burmese Buddha Kingdom and the group of Maozi who kept running away to cover their own deeds have always been unsuccessful.

Actually it doesn't matter.

Regardless of life or death, they are all upright Daxia people.

This is not what he said, this is what the teacher said.

The teacher also said that.

Don't return to your hometown before you are old, you need to be heartbroken when you return to your hometown...

The green hills in the world are the same, it doesn't matter where you die or where you are buried... Soldiers die for the country, why should they wrap their bodies in horse leather!!!

Ho Shu Horse Leather Shroud!!!

Liu Gujun smiled dryly.

Then he lowered his head.

"However, Master, I still really want to go home. Before I die, go back and take a look, just take a look! 35

"I want to take a look at my parents' graves, the children are not filial, but I still want to kowtow to them, I don't know if I am embarrassing my father!

"I should have a few days to live, if a person dies, can he go back to his hometown?

And when the old man turned around and murmured in a low voice!

The wind and thunder in Maogu Village!!!

A flash of lightning struck, and it seemed to be behind Liu Gujun.

Then the heavy rain poured down, which instantly startled the old man.

His already old body, if he suffered the cold again in the heavy rain, I am afraid that he will not be able to survive tonight.

But Liu Gujun didn't care about this, he staggered towards the big tomb.

"Master! Are you all right, Master!!!"

The heavy rain poured down, and the old man gradually couldn't open his eyes under the heavy rain.

But in a trance, he seemed to see a crimson soul emerge from the tomb at this moment.

That soul was fierce and monstrous, but when he looked down at himself, he was very kind.

No... not just that red soul.

In the four small graves around, there are also red souls.

They looked at the old man and grinned.

The old man looked in a trance, not knowing if it was a dream or seeing an illusion...

At this moment, he heard a familiar and unfamiliar voice.

Familiar because in a certain period of time, he used to hear the roar of this voice every day.

Unfamiliar because, this voice, he has not heard for many years.

And this time, the voice was surprisingly soft.

"Second lieutenant, Liu Gujun, you've worked hard all these years."

Liu Gujun was stunned in the pouring rain. In a trance, he seemed to feel that he should be crying, but the rain was so heavy that he couldn't tell whether it was rain or his own tears.

His body shook and finally fell into the pouring rain.

Wearing the word Wang Shixia, the battle flag was bleak, and the old soldier Liu Gujun died peacefully...

At the same time, in front of the general's grave in Maogu Village.

At this moment, there really is a middle-aged red soul in his thirties or forties, standing there.

He had festering wounds on his body.

But he is tall and straight, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, fierce aura, and violent like a lion.

Before joining the expedition force, the 200 divisions seldom retreated on the battlefield in Daxia, and in all bloody battles, there must be 200 divisions.

They are the ace of trumps.

And that figure is called Dai Tianlan!!!

At this moment, the middle-aged man walked slowly beside the old man who fell in the heavy rain.

He reached out his hand softly.

At this moment, a soul floated out of the old man's body.

That soul was actually red.

At this moment, the old man's soul stared blankly at the figure in front of him.

"Master... Master!

Dai Tianlan smiled.

"I'm sorry... After I died, I was chaotic for many years. It seemed that I was trapped in a dark place. I could only move at night, but it seemed that I could hear your voice every day..."

"Liu Gujun, you did a great job."

Liu Gujun's soul shook, he wanted to cry, but couldn't shed tears.

"Master...you are...

Dai Tianlan smiled, then he raised his head and looked north.

"Today's wind and rain are not right..."

"This wind, as if it can break some shackles, someone is summoning the soul! 99

"Say hello to us home.""

Liu Gujun was taken aback.

Then he heard Dai Tianlan's low voice.

"Liu Gujun, are you willing to fight the flag of the two hundred divisions for me again!!!"

Liu Gujun widened his eyes.

"Will!!! Always have. 35

Then, Dai Tianlan took a step forward.

The unparalleled viciousness, at this moment, really turned into a lion.

The lion is a hundred feet tall.

Howling Plains...

Liu Gujun stood beside Dai Tianlan, and the souls that came out of the other four small graves were also approaching at this moment.

Six red souls, standing on top of the lion's head.

It seems to be in harmony with the ghostly dharma that is waving the flag and beating drums in the distance.

At the same time, Dai Tianlan took a deep breath.

Let out a growl.

"Go!!!!!!35

"Brother of the expedition force, brother of the Two Hundred Division!!!

"Go! I'll take you home.

"Triumph!!!!"

At this moment, with the roar of Dai Tianlan.

The male lion began to run wildly towards the being.

At the same time, the crimson wind that swept the entire Myanmar and Buddhist country was completely detonated!!!

Unknown burial mound!

Fields that are already overgrown with crops.

A small grave in the wasteland.

At this moment, wisps of red souls appeared one after another.

At first the light of these red souls was dim.

But soon, those lights all brightened up 3.6.

Like a bunch of flames!!!

This scene, even in Caiyun Prefecture, Lin Yan and the others, who were standing on top of the blue-faced, fang-like ghost, could clearly see it.

In the distance, it was mostly the Buddhist country of Myanmar in Shanyuan.

Above the dark shadows of the mountains, a handful of red lights suddenly appeared, like a mountain fire.

And Lin Pavilion, who opened his ghost eyes, could see more clearly.

Where is the mountain fire above the mountain plain!

It was clearly a red soul.

The same red soul as Gu Qingshan, very the same as Chen Chunhe, the same red soul as the soul in the river.

Their bodies are also broken, and they are still wearing tattered military uniforms. Some of them are directly naked, but they have one leg missing. Some have complete bodies, but their necks are empty, and their hands are holding their own heads.

These souls are all very young, and some even wear glasses and look very bookish.

What attracted Lin Yan's attention the most was that among those firelights, there was the most fiery group, which was clearly a male lion.

On the male lion, there is an old man carrying a battle flag.

The battle flag was blood-stained and dilapidated, but two hundred divisions were written on it.

But at this moment, these red souls are solemn and silent, their killing intent is surging, and their fighting spirit is full of fighting spirit...

Where is this red soul, this is a head of jackals, tigers and leopards!!

The desperadoes of the country's ruin...

What is... an inch of mountains and rivers and an inch of blood, one hundred thousand young men and one hundred thousand troops.

This is, one inch of mountains and rivers one inch of blood, one hundred thousand youths and one hundred thousand troops.

At the same time, a voice like a lion and tiger roared faintly.

"Is Da Xia An? Can I go home?"

"If necessary, I can continue to serve in the army!

"The flag is fluttering, Ma Zheng Xiaoxiao, good man, serving the country is not over until now!"