Killing has never been the exclusive preserve of men, women can kill too.
Pick up the knife, raise the sword, aim at the crazy invader, and kill him.
This night is a night of revenge.
Why did you wash this island with blood the day before yesterday? How can you return it today?
Blood debt must be paid with blood, it's that simple.
Ziyu Xiangli led a group of red-eyed Korean women and fought between the crazy and self-mutilating Japanese and pirates.
The silver moon shines with pure white light in the sky, reflecting the bright red carnage below, making it cold and cold.
A night of madness, a night of massacre, and by dawn, this cyan island had completely turned into blood red, with corpses everywhere, blood everywhere, and weapons everywhere.
After killing the last intruder, the Goryeo women who went crazy were stunned for a long time, then burst into tears together.
The cry resounded throughout the world.
It contains so much love and hate, so much despair, so much madness, who can count them all.
Ziyu, who was almost lying down from exhaustion, stood on the high ground. Seeing this, he wiped his sweaty face, sighed deeply and shook his head.
She understood the sadness in this cry.
"Sister-in-law, what are you going to do next?" Xiangli almost collapsed at Ziyu's feet. A young lady who can't do anything has killed so many people with her own hands. This has simply exceeded her limit. But now,
She can't fall down, there are more things to come.
Taking a deep breath, Ziyu looked back at the mute boatman and others who were all covered in blood. Their eyes were cold, but they all said, "Just go ahead and do it."
Let it go and they support her.
Ziyu sniffed his nose fiercely, turned his head, and walked to the highest point of the stone in a few steps. He hit the stone hard with the whip in his hand, making a loud bang. After attracting the crying Korean women, Ziyu
He yelled: "If you want to cry now, cry happily for me. After you cry, put away your tears. If you want to live and prevent the place where your ancestors have lived for generations from being occupied and abandoned, wipe them dry for me."
Tears, and then another fight.
Now this group of murderous demon kings have been killed by us, but their accomplices will come soon, with more people and more powerful weapons. We can't just sit back and wait for death. We must live or die, you say."
The hoarse roar carried by the wind to the ears of every Korean woman.
Do you need to choose whether you want to die or live, whether you want to be raped or free, whether you want to be a master in the place where your ancestors have lived for generations, or be someone else's slave? Do you need to decide?
"Kill them..."
"If you want to live, you have to kill them, kill them..."
"Stay alive, we have to survive..."
Crying and roaring sounded one after another, let's live, we must live.
"Okay." Ziyu nodded heavily: "If you want to survive, you must listen to me now. There will be no time to cry for you. There are still many things you need to do. Now, immediately, do what I say.
What to do..."
In the morning breeze, the dawn shines on Ziyu's body, coating Ziyu with a layer of gold. From a distance, it looks majestic, tall and sacred.
We fight for the Korean women on this island, we also fight for the Hou Qin Dynasty in Zhenbei, and we fight for ourselves. We cannot let Spanish pirates and Fuso devils attack Zhenbei together. Here,