"Since he is a dead person, what is the use of keeping those crystal treasures? It is better to let someone else enjoy it for him and spend it for him. In this way, both parties will benefit, why not. And this is the rule, and it is the rule on the battlefield in previous battles.
No one can break the rules! Only the best can enjoy the glory and wealth, and the dead will be nothing more than a trace of dust in the end!"
Suddenly, the young man seemed to be irritated by Bei Qi's words. His eyes were filled with strong anger, and he stood there quietly motionless. It seemed that he had positioned Bei Qi as his prey and could not escape.
The huge momentum is released instantly
With a flash of red light, a large Guman flag stood quietly on the land.
The battle flag is the symbol of the march, the guardian of the soldier's life, the weapon that condenses the military soul, and the final destination of the soul.
Every battle flag occupies an important position in the hearts of these soldiers. It is a city wall that cannot be knocked down.
Even a deserter, despite being burdened with countless humiliations and cold looks, will still not forget to run away with the flag on his shoulders.
If the flag is up, I will be there; if the chess piece falls, I will die!
The Guman flag, which is dozens of feet high, stands quietly in the wind, fluttering in the wind. On it, bright red blood marks bloom quietly. Each blood mark represents the dissipation of this bright red life!
Because only when a warrior's head is chopped off can the blood inside it be stained with blood.
In Zhao Tianji's eyes, this Guman flag seemed to condense the souls of thousands of people, including his own. All of them exuded an unyielding spirit. They were iron-clad and still waiting for the enemy to come to them at any time.
When a person dies, his body disappears and his soul does not perish; his bones turn into ashes and his soul remains forever!
Drops of blood were continuously forced out of Zhao Tianji's thumb. This was all the unevolved red blood hidden in Zhao Tianji's body, now fused with the banner!
Represents an ancient and solemn ceremony
Blood sacrifice!
In ancient times, it was said that after a soldier died, his souls would gather on the battle flag. They always protected the army's immortality and continued to charge into battle with the soldiers.
But one day, all the soldiers in the army died, except for the last soldier who never really died. This soldier did not want to live an ignoble existence. Even if he died, he wanted to die with his brothers.
This soldier sprinkled his own blood drop by drop on the battle flag.
Every time a drop drops, the soldier's mind replays the image of a brother. But over the years, more than tens of millions of soldiers have died on the battlefield! Until the blood dries up and the meridians are broken, the soldiers are always there
He persisted, smiling slightly at his brother, and the memories of the laughter and laughter between him and his brothers in the past never stopped lingering in his mind.
The soldier who had lost all his blood felt that his heart had stopped beating as he gradually fell asleep, and the breath of life was quickly leaving him.
However, his eyes seemed to be in a trance. In a trance, all the brothers in his dream were resurrected, and they were on the battlefield with him, charging into battle and beheading the enemy.
This soldier finally died of blood drying up. After his death, he turned into ashes and disappeared. But the battle flag in his hand instantly bloomed with a powerful soul.
The heroic souls of thousands of soldiers lingered within it, and the battle flag bloomed with golden light, falling on the broken body of every soldier.
As the hearts of the dead soldiers began to beat one after another, signs of life slowly appeared in the entire defeated battlefield, and they emerged from death one after another.
The dead soldier couldn't believe his eyes, looking at his hands and his wounds that should have been broken, but now they were all healed.
Everyone seemed to have had a dream in their deep sleep. The selves in the dream were extremely real, but they all died. Even the sadness and pain before death were recalled very clearly in their minds.
Soldiers kept waking up from death one after another, and found that even the injuries on their bodies were all healed, and they were full of vitality. The surrounding comrades were intact and fighting beside them, their eyes were also full of confusion. Some even
I began to wonder if I had already arrived in heaven.
The voice was full of excitement, laughter, and incredible moments. No one noticed that on the battlefield, there was only a military battle flag standing aside.
On it, there seemed to be a soldier, showing a satisfied smile to all the people who woke up and it didn't go away for a long time.
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Although this is just a legend, and the function of this legend has long been proven to be false. However, this story has been passed down from generation to generation, spreading more and more widely, and is imprinted in the hearts of every soldier.
Now it is remembered and remembered again in everyone's hearts.
Later, in order to commemorate the dead soldiers, people would perform blood sacrifices by dripping their own blood, which represented their longing for their dead comrades and the sending of their souls.
It is the highest treatment for dead soldiers and rarely appears on the battlefield. After all, not every soldier is willing to donate his blood for no reason, so this activity is difficult to hold.
But blood sacrifice is the supreme honor that every soldier wants to receive after his death.
Human beings, as the leader of all spirits, are existences of flesh and blood and soul. That’s why they finally dominate this world because they are united, know how to pity, and how to pay tribute.
Following Zhao Tianji, the Guman flag was instantly erected on this land. Many people's hearts have been touched, and the memories in their eyes are more intense, and they are constantly being replayed.
I don't know who was the first to follow in Zhao Tianji's footsteps.
With a flash of red light, a Guman flag was also taken out. No matter in height or weight, it was exactly the same as Zhao Tianji's. The several-foot-tall Guman flag was still dancing in the wind, exuding thousands of soul powers within it.
.Like a mighty and invincible warrior, standing there, with a powerful and shocking power.
Second shot!
The third shot!
As more and more Guman banners were released, they stood tall.
In the entire army, the power of the military soul was highlighted more and more intensely, and the thick soul aura spread wider and wider. An unshakable force was slowly inspired.
Here! As if standing! It is no longer more than 300,000 soldiers! But a full one million Guman army is here to watch and guard here quietly!
The eyes of every soldier are full of perseverance, solemnity, and bravery.
An irresistible power, with a steel-like body and unyielding faith, was released from the depths of the souls of the soldiers, rushing into the sky thousands of miles away, highlighting and surrounding the world over and over again.