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However, the Shinto leader Suzhan looked very solemn at this time. He raised his right hand high, then made a gesture of holding it empty, and then began to draw it back. It looked like something was being hit in the air.
He seemed to be struggling to pull it out.
The next second, Su Zhan suddenly opened his mouth and sprayed out a cloud of blood mist. The blood mist quickly adhered to something in mid-air and turned into a long blood-red bone whip!
Only then did people realize that what Suzhan dragged out from the void was actually this transparent long whip. Only after it was stained with blood did they realize its specific shape. Just from the appearance, it was clear that it was extremely lethal.
When the rest of the Shinto sect saw the leader Su Zhan, they all took out their sacred weapons and stood ready. They knew that he must have sensed something, so they stood ready and acted as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Shanxian frowned at this time and whispered disdainfully to the adjutant next to him:
"It's really pretentious. I don't believe that any ghosts and monsters can survive the carpet bombardment of cannons."
After he finished speaking, he said coldly to the person next to him:
"Send someone over, search for the corpse, and dig this place out to see what these bastards are doing here!"
The adjutant immediately stood up, clicked the heels of his riding boots, bowed his head and said loudly:
"Hai! I will bring someone to do this right away!"
It was this kind of efficiency, machinery, and rigid style that Shanxian liked, and he waved his white-gloved hand with satisfaction.
But in the next second, Shanxian suddenly frowned. He tilted his head and listened, and said in surprise:
"What is this sound?"
After he said the words, the people around him also vaguely heard a faint sound coming from their ears.
A Japanese staff officer frowned and listened to the faint sound coming from the night wind, and couldn't help but said hesitantly:
"Is this...someone playing the trumpet?"
Another person immediately echoed:
"Yes, but the sound of this trumpet is very monotonous. It plays the same tune over and over again, but it still sounds quite healthy and exciting."
Another staff officer suddenly said:
"No, this should be the Charge!
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When he finished speaking, there were some additional sounds mixed in with the trumpet sound, like the sound of the mighty rushing of the river, or like the sound of singing coming from an extremely distant place, intermittent, but majestic.
Fierce...high-spirited!
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The wind is roaring,
The horse is barking,
The Yellow River is roaring with filial piety!
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In this sound, there is the sound of the charging horn, the roar of the Yellow River, and the sound of Kang's passionate war song.
The sound moves from far to near, becomes clearer from Mo Lake, and approaches quickly!
In the mess on the ground in the distance, in the despairing darkness, a ray of light suddenly appeared. This light was faint at first, and then it shined brightly, just like the rising sun jumping over the horizon!
If you look closely, you will see that it is a crimson flag fluttering in the wind!
The flag was held high by a person, but this person's face could no longer be seen clearly. Even his body and clothes were completely transformed, because his whole body was covered in blazing flames!
And this crimson flag is made of flames.
If you look carefully, you will find that these blazing flames are erupting from the inside of this man's body. His whole body has become fuel, and he is doing his best to support this flying red battle flag!
This is the second form of the Ming Dynasty Dragon Flag...
A single spark can start a prairie fire!
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When the nine imperial guards attached to the legendary item of the Ming Dynasty Dragon Flag are completely defeated, this piece of equipment will evolve into its final form. Once this form appears successfully, its quality will be that of an artifact.
To successfully evolve it, the holder must hold the Great Ming Dragon Flag tightly and then sacrifice himself. The holder's health will continue to be burned and consumed for the evolution of this item.
This damage is permanent and will cause irreversible negative consequences.
During this process, the holder will be protected by the Great Ming Dragon Flag, and a large 3x3x3 meter protective shield will be formed around his body, which cannot be penetrated by any attack.
Once the holder cannot bear the pain and lets go during the sacrifice process, the evolution will fail, but the health points that have been consumed and burned will be permanently lost.
After the sacrifice is successful, the Great Ming Dragon Flag will be completely evolved and become a brand new flag.
As long as it is a powerful battle flag that exists in the past or in the future, and has a lot in common with it, it will be in the evolution list - for example, most of the area of the flag is red, the heroic spirits in the flag are Chinese, etc.
wait.
After seeing this proudly fluttering fiery red battle flag, whether they were soldiers, generals, Shinto believers or leaders, they all felt a sense of impending disaster in their hearts, as if this flag would be suppressed once it existed.
Their luck, soul, and even future!
This red flag, after Fang Linyan burned himself and gave everything, traveled through a hundred years of time and space, and came directly to this familiar and unfamiliar land, flying high!
Such desperate pressure immediately made them scream crazily, and then they tried their best to launch a full-scale attack!
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The intensity, duration, and frequency of this attack are completely unprecedented.
But while the attack continued, a soldier with a crimson light all over his body rushed out of the smoke, stood up straight, raised his head and blew the charge horn.
Amidst this passionate charge, a large number of soldiers shouted loudly, like a tide pouring out of the light from the battle flag, and then launched a charge. Some of them were holding rifles, some were holding shell guns, and some were holding broadswords!
Under this red flag, the heroic spirit is immortal and will live with the country forever!
As soon as this army appeared, they showed their characteristics.
Strong, humble, tenacious, fearless, and indomitable!
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six hundred at birth,
Six thousand when I set foot on Jinggang Mountain,
Sixty thousand when crossing the Chishui River four times,
600,000 from Pingjin to Huaihai Campaign,
From Changjin Lake to Shangganling and Panmunjom, it’s already six million!
For those who died under this flag, their blood is enough to fill the sea, and their bones can even be piled up into mountains!
One person fell, and a hundred people with the same blood rushed up, inheriting his will and belief and continuing to charge.
Since the birth of this crimson flag, countless heroes have fought under it, risking their lives!
I don’t know how many martyrs Kang sang and marched forward indomitably.
This flag is condensed with countless beliefs and an indescribable number of heroic souls. Since it began to fly, tens of millions of heroic souls have sacrificed for it!
Want to stand on the opposite side of this flag? Yes, you must first have millions of loyal souls willing to sacrifice for you. Only then will you have the most basic qualifications for admission!
This flag is already a miracle and a monument!
All the enemies present were instantly wiped out by the tide-like impact. Even Su Zhan, the leader of the Shinto sect, could not hold on for one more second.
At this time, the human figure holding the red flag high had almost burned up. Such an amazing lethality, of course, also came at an amazing price - it was like throwing one's head and blood for this flag. Same as martyrs.
Without the awakening of self-sacrifice, without the spirit of selfless and fearless dedication, you are not worthy of touching this fierce battle flag!
At this time, all he had left was the broken hand holding the red flag tightly.
When the palm of the hand was completely burned, the crimson flag seemed to sense something. It suddenly rose hundreds of feet in an instant, and went straight into the sky, flying proudly!
Fang Linyan single-handedly overturned these tragic marks... and truly achieved this!