Chapter 186: Martyrs' Memorial Ceremony! My Daxia warriors should be enshrined!

"Daddy! What are you talking about! "

"How can I let my daughter... Give others to be dogs and horses! "

Jin Zhuqimuge's face was full of shame, and he couldn't wait to find a seam to get into.

"Dad didn't lie to you, you see! Tomorrow there will be blood! There will be blood! "

Just when the King of Ejun was about to say a few more words to comfort his daughter.

But I saw several middle-aged female nurses wearing white coats and masks walking in.

"Who is that gold bead!"

"I just... Woo hoo – don't pull my hair! "

As soon as Jin Zhuqimuge replied, he saw the Manchu Gefucha Yaltan who had not appeared for a long time, and walked in with a buzzing voice.

She didn't say a word, grabbed the Mongolian princess's hair and pulled it out.

As if dragging a waiting to be slaughtered.

"The young marshal has an order, to wash you inside and out!"

"The insecticide barrel outside is ready, do you do it yourself, or do you do it for you?"

Looking at the Fucha clan with a face full of flesh.

Jin Zhu had long been frightened.

"Woohoo! I'll do it myself! I'll do it myself! "

"Have a fart yourself, the task explained by the young marshal, or do it yourself!"

"Come on, give me a desperate scrub of her inside and out! Especially this upper and lower hair, wash me three times! "

Next.

In 1916.

Early morning of October 1st.

Honggang Mountain, 5 miles outside Daqing City, was crowded with people, landlords, and students of Northeast United University within tens of miles around Daqing City.

and citizen representatives of Harbin, Suihua and Qiqihar cities.

It's all gathered here.

That adds up to tens of thousands.

But no one made a sound.

Instead, everyone had tears in their eyes and white flowers on their chests.

The whole Honggang Mountain!

There was a solemn silence.

And on the viewing platform of Honggang Mountain!

Jinzhu Qimuge and her father King Ejun are among them.

At this moment, Jin Zhu Qimuge had tears in her eyes and kept touching her hair.

"Dad, those women yesterday all broke my scalp."

When she made a sound, the King of Ejun immediately glared at the girl.

Suppress your voice.

"Speak again, your daddy and I will break your leg!"

The King of Ejun saw that the atmosphere on this mountain was solemn, and the black clouds above his head were pressing the city, and this was the day of great evil!

Just at this time!

A low drumbeat came from the hill.

All the spectators stood upright.

Rumble! Rumble!

Rumble! Rumble!

Accompanied by strange footsteps.

Jin Zhuqimuge saw rows of sergeants appear on the road in the distance.

They were wearing straight military uniforms and taking the company as the benchmark, and they were walking towards the Martyrs' Shrine.

And in their hands, each holds a spiritual seat with the name of the fallen soldier written on it!

One step, one step.

These soldiers walked extremely slowly, as if what they were holding in their hands was not the spiritual seat of their comrades-in-arms, but the bodies of their sacrifices for the country!

Rumble! Rumble!

Rumble! Rumble!

There are no opera crews singing, no mourning music blowing trumpets, not even weeping people.

It was a form of sacrifice that no one had ever seen before.

In the air!

Only the tremor of military boots slapping on the ground remained.

And the slow but firm drumbeat.

But for some reason, this golden pearl Qimu felt a sense of grief that rushed to his face.

That strong sense of oppression!

It made her feel extremely terrified.

"Daddy... I'm afraid: ～."

And beside her, the King of Ejun was already trembling all over, and his teeth were trembling, as if he had committed a heavenly rule.

Because the King of Ejun knew that this sacrifice was a warrior killed by their ancient prince!

If you talk about the enemy!

I am the enemy of these people!

He was shot in the leg yesterday, and at this time he was already too frightened to stand!

"Amitabha! Amitabha! This young handsome must not open the killing ring! “

One by one, the spiritual seats of the soldiers were placed in the newly built Martyrs' Shrine.

"Raise your gun! Salute! "

"Put!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Then, a group of salute soldiers stepped forward and fired three shots into the air.

"Blow out the lights!"

"Shhh

This time, the lights-out call was far more slow than usual, as if making a final farewell.

For a time, the eyes of all the soldiers of the Fengjun army were red, and many people whimpered.

Hundreds of people stepped forward one after another, plucked the white flowers on their chests and placed them on the altar in front of the shrine.

In just a moment, the altar was filled with white flowers.

Just at this time.

Everyone saw that Zhang Xueming was riding a black horse with a black cloth hanging from his left arm and walking out of the military formation!

"Take those ancient princes and devils captive and drag them out for Lao Tzu!"

"Yes!"

With Zhang Xueming's order, more than a dozen gagged princes and devilish captives were escorted out.

Zhang Xueming jumped off his war horse and came to the culprit Prince De.

In his later life, this Prince De was infiltrated by the devil's Kanto secret service, and in 1937 he declared the "autonomy" of the mongoose to establish a pseudo-Mongolian autonomous prefecture, in a vain attempt to follow the example of the foreign mongoose to split out of Daxia, and is a real traitor and bandit!

Today!

"Ding! Bite! "

"Spare your life! Spare your life! "

But seeing Zhang Xueming take out iron nails and hammers, Prince De fixed his hands and feet on the land.

Behind him, the warriors who had just held the martyr's throne also fixed the other prisoners in large shapes and also fixed them on the ground.

Then!

Boom!

In the distance, the Fengjun cavalry drove a large number of war horses towards this side.

"Aaaaah!"

At this moment, all the captives sent out a desperate struggle!

Next second!

Hula la-la! Hula la-la!

Tens of thousands of war horses stepped over these captives!

Blood and flesh splattered, stump shattered.

"Ugh!"

In the crowd, this Jinzhu Qimuge had never seen such a cruel killing method, and he rolled his eyes and fainted directly to the ground.

Instead, Zhang Xueming sneered.

"Step on it again, it doesn't feel broken!"

"What we are pursuing is a broken corpse!"

Tens of thousands of war horses stampede back and forth. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

It lasted half an hour.

Nothing could be discerned on the ground anymore.

At this moment, the engineering troops, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately stepped forward and began to dump gravel and cement on top of the corpse, and then began to pave the road to the martyr's cemetery.

At this moment, Jin Zhuqimuge, who had just woken up.

Seeing this, my teeth chattered again.

She could see that the place where Prince De was trampled to death was the gate of the future martyr's cemetery.

After that... Aren't all the people who enter the Martyrs' Shrine the heads of the princes of these Mongoose and Japan coalition forces... Stepped on the past?

This is a real leader!

"'.woooo

At this moment, Jin Zhuqimuge was completely frightened and fainted again.

Zhang Xueming was very satisfied with the speed of the engineering team.

He ordered: "In the future, at the gate of the Martyrs' Cemetery, cast the statues of the three kneeling sins of Emperor Fu, Prince De, and Pu Wei for the world to spurn!" "

"As for the gate of this mausoleum, the sculpture of the ancient prince of the galloping horse warns future generations not to do anything to split the Great Xia Dynasty!"

Today, let's Zhang Xueming, we should follow Huo Qubing!

Horse Tread Huns!

Dominate the steppe!

Twilight.

Jin Zhuqimuge woke up from a coma.

Then he saw that the murderous demon king, Zhang Xueming, was sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at himself lightly.

But for some reason.

Zhang Xueming smiled.

But Jinzhu Qimuge is like being stared at by the grassland wasteland tiger.

She was trembling with fear.

"Aaaah! Young handsome, (Zhao) Don't kill me! Please don't kill me! "

Just in a coma, she dreamed that Zhang Xueming nailed himself to the grassland and let Wan Ma trample to death.

Finally, he fed his minced meat to the wild wolf.

This person in front of him is a young marshal of the Fengjun army who destroyed more than a dozen kings in the Horqin Steppe within a month.

Yesterday, I actually wanted to stab him!

It's just looking for death.

At this moment, Jin Zhuqimuge was kneeling on the carpet and trembling, his eyes were red, and his eyes were full of water!

Like a frightened fawn.

Along with teardrops, that special mixed fragrance begins to emanate.

Zhang Xueming took a deep breath, only to feel the pores all over his body open, and a restless breath began to converge on his forearm.

He wants to hammer people!

Stretch out your right foot!

"Surrender to me! Or die! "

On the steppe, kiss someone else's shoes and pledge allegiance to the master on behalf of the slave!

This is a bad habit that Zhang Xueming despises.

So, he took off his shoes directly.

Ay!

Our Zhang Xueming is so civilized!

11 chapters owed.

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