857. Chapter 857 Warm Hearts and Winter Snow Hidden 100
Arnold couldn't help but clenched his hand. The moment Lu Xiufu hugged Zhao Bing and jumped into the sea, she seemed to be infected by Lu Xiufu, and despair actually grew in her heart.
"Your Highness, do you want to send someone to rescue us?" the guard paddling the oar said slowly.
Zhenjin kept staring at the sinking battleship. After a long time, he said, "No need."
With three simple words, everything was over. The last power of Yashan in the Southern Song Dynasty ended in such a battle. The last emperor of the Zhao family in the Southern Song Dynasty jumped into the sea together with his prime minister.
Arnold looked at the battleship slowly sinking into the sea and thought deeply, why she couldn't relax now that all this was destined to end, why did she feel helpless and despair in her heart when she heard Lu Xiufu's last scream?
She took a deep breath to calm herself, but the smile of Zhao Bing at the moment when he fell into the sea was always reflected in front of her eyes. It was still a child, a child that her mother had always hoped that he would live well, but it was a pity that he was alive.
Tired, but relaxed when I died.
The boat swayed farther and farther, and the battleship gradually sank deeper and deeper.
The Song army wailed, and the cries were loud. All the warships that were not silent fired their cannons in unison, and the surviving soldiers jumped into the sea one by one. The Yuan Dynasty cheered for victory, everything was so contradictory.
The boat gradually began to sail towards the coast. The closer it got, the more oppressive the atmosphere became, making it difficult to breathe. The cold wind could only clear one's mind, but after it became clear, one could hear sad cries.
Arnold turned around and looked at the coast that was not far away. He saw countless Han people stepping into the sea one by one. The water ruthlessly submerged over their heads, taking away their lives in the ups and downs.
"Why?" Arnold's eyes widened. She couldn't understand such a scene. The strength in her body seemed to be taken away, and she collapsed on the boat. "Why?" She kept asking herself, why
It would be a scene like this. Why did those people choose to commit suicide by jumping into the sea? Why did she feel so depressed that she could hardly breathe when she heard the cries of these people.
Sacrifice for one's country, is this sacrilege for one's country?
Arnold was asking himself, and it seemed that another soul was also asking her.
She hugged her head. She felt that such crying made her feel very confused. Her head seemed to be split open in pain. No matter what, she could not stop such crying. She curled up her body and squeezed tightly.
I closed my eyes, but I still seemed to be able to see groups of people lining up to step into the sea.
The boredom in her heart made her feel like vomiting, and the pain in her head made her almost collapse. Questions seemed to ring in her ears, why do you, as a Han, never do anything for the Southern Song Dynasty? Why... why... why
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You are a traitor to the Southern Song Dynasty, you are a shame to the Han people, and you are a slave to the subjugation of the country...
"No, no, this is all doomed. I can't change anything, I can't change..." Tears burst out of the corners of her eyes, and the wound on her shoulder burst open again, but she felt no pain at all at this time.
She felt that her head was about to explode. She was not from this world. She knew this ending and she could not change it. She could only live a better life and try her best to make the living Han people live a better life.
A little bit of coldness fell on the back of her hand, and she slowly raised her head and looked at the sky. The cold wind was mixed with goose feather-like snow, which was flying all over the sky in just a moment.
It's snowing, the first snow in the winter of the 16th year of the Yuan Dynasty. The goose-feather snow is like the most ruthless tears, but the cold and white melts into this bloody sea water.