For the soldiers of Daqin, bravery is the nature carved into their bones, and obedience to military orders is an instinct formed after countless trainings. For ordinary sergeants and military practitioners, they seldom think about going to the peak The order is right or wrong chance.
For some generals who can determine the movement of the entire army, they consider more trade-offs.
This kind of balance comes from the interests and future of the entire dynasty, the life and death of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of his subordinates, and even the life and death of their families.
So when something crucial to the entire dynasty happened, most of them didn't have enough right to know.
Even in the old Changling Tomb, when some troops received the holy will, received orders from their immediate superiors, and sacrificed their lives to fill the top with their own lives, when they finally saw the enemy they were facing, They saw in disbelief that the enemy they were about to face was someone they adored and loved so fanatically.
As for the soldiers and practitioners of the entire Great Qin Dynasty, they didn't even have the chance to choose.
They are not in Changling, they just heard the outcome of the story.
They were still fighting as usual, and they also wanted to chase the footsteps of a certain hero in their hearts, but everything changed overnight.
Bashan Sword Field no longer exists.
The heroes and gods of war in their minds all turned into rebels, and quickly disappeared in the history of this dynasty. In the next few years, even the history books about these people were burned, as if it was just a dream , Last night's wind blew past, leaving no traces, leaving nothing behind.
They have no right to change anything.
All they can do is to continue to hold the weapons in their hands and fight, for their relatives and lovers, and for the better future of this dynasty.
However, with the passage of time, have some things really been completely forgotten and have no effect on them anymore
At least not all of them are.
At least some people's deep-seated blazing feelings burst out at this moment.
At least many people follow their most sincere emotions at this time.
After the sound of many metals falling to the ground, except for some sharp cracking sounds and footsteps still ringing in the distance, the whole world became quiet.
On this section of the city wall, there is only the sound of heartbeat and breathing.
Looking up at the two people standing opposite each other in the daylight, some of them suddenly burst into tears.
It was not because of sadness, but because of extremely intense complex emotions.
In the next breath or two, many soldiers and practitioners took half a step back.
They raised the ordinary Hundred Refined Black Iron Swords in their hands, or various famous swords from various places of practice, then held the horizontal swords in front of their chests, and bowed slightly.
This is not an invitation to fight, but a tribute, representing what choice they would make if they were in Changling back then.
In Changling back then, such a choice would mean being killed, but in the present Chudu, such a move might also bring death.
To die for the king represents the highest respect.
Zhao Miao looked at such a scene quietly, and said to Ding Ning: "My master told me that it is not easy to be a man so that many people will remember you. It is not easy to be a man so that many people will say you Well, this life is enough. As a human being, countless people can give their lives to you, but even he can't do it, because he won't give so much. He only wants to be at ease, to have a place of meditation. "
"Different ages and different life experiences will create different ideas." Ding Ning responded calmly without any pride, "But I am very pleased."
"Because justice is in the hearts of the people." After saying that sentence to Zhao Miao, he added this sentence softly.
Zhao Miao didn't say anything more.
She raised her head slowly.
The sky suddenly darkened.
A light rain came suddenly.
Those talisman vessels and the heat of the real fire on her just now evaporated a large amount of water in the moat to high altitudes. At this time, these raindrops are all condensed water vapor, and each drop is an abnormal crystal, as crystal clear as the water on the grass blades in the morning. dew.
Just as she looked up, a rainbow appeared in the sky.
The rainbow is reflected in the depths of her pupils, reflecting countless of the hottest emotions.
Her body burned.
Justice is at ease.
Even though her master was convicted of treason back then and died in the conspiracy of that faint king, she has her own opinion afterwards, and all practitioners in the world will respect her master when they mention her master.
She is very at ease.
She has been traveling abroad for many years under the order of her teacher, but she finally has a home in her heart. At this time, she feels at ease, and the trace of resentment that has always been lingering in her heart is gone, and her mood is clearer and she is on a higher level.
At this moment, she seemed to be standing where Zhao Jianlu was back then.
Any trace of real fire gushing out of her body carries a holy light, which is shocking.
There was a loud bang.
She held her right hand empty and didn't have a sword in her hand, but between the sky and the earth, there was an incomparably real light and shadow of a sword furnace, and it fell towards Ding Ning.
An extremely simple yet violent sword.
Take the eternal Zhao Jianlu in her heart as the sword.
Eternity is actually a very illusory thing, because no one has seen the real eternity, but if something feels eternal, it often means that it is powerful and beyond the power of the world.
All the practitioners of the Seven Realms in Chudu who witnessed this sword turned pale.
All these masters share a sense of humble insignificance.
They could never have imagined that Mr. Zhao Si would be able to make such a sword, nor could they imagine how such a sword could be broken.
Ding Ning's eyes were full of joy and admiration.
He has also waited for this battle for a long time, even thinking that there will be no more.
But this battle finally came again, and the sword was just as he had imagined, stunning enough to make the world eclipse.
His body became hazy in the distorted air on the top of the city gate, his whole body felt like being evaporated, but he couldn't help but smile.
He used a sword that he had planned many years ago.
With a snort.
He also pointed it as a sword, and there was no particularly majestic true energy rushing out from between his fingers, but the summoned heaven and earth vitality burned in front of his fingertips at an astonishing speed.
A fiery sword shot towards the sword furnace in front.
He added fire to Zhao Jianlu.
This flame has five colors, which are different from the real fire and the star fire from outside the sky, but like the legendary five-flavored fire, it instantly made all the practitioners present feel his truest emotions.
Everyone seems to have experienced the ups and downs of his years.
The meaning of the sword lies in this word, the most real human meaning, and it is broken by the human meaning.
The fire has reached its extreme.
Add another fire that is the most true in the world, and there is no container to ride on it.
The light and shadow of the sword furnace that fell towards Ding Ning clicked, making an incomparably real cracking sound, and the flames overflowed everywhere.
The remnant sword of the last flower floating on his left hand flew up, and the white fine flowers were scattered, so beautiful that it didn't seem to be in the world.
The countless crystal water droplets falling from the sky turned into countless water streams, gently embracing the scattered fire lines, guiding them to fall to the big river behind.
Ye Celeng's swordsmanship was originally taught by him.
No one in the world can do better than him in water utilization.
Tolerance, not necessarily mutual destruction.