Even in the battle of Wild Wolf Valley a year ago, their opponent was Wang Ting's army of battles, and Nanye suffered heavy casualties, but the Canglong Army Flag still stood above the national gate and did not fall.

"Today, I will bring these men under my command to pay homage to all the heroes of the seniors. At the same time, I want you to see. Are these men still satisfied with this men now?"

The Shu Army is the predecessor of the Nanye Army. To be precise, Chu Jingzhe is the descendant of these million heroes.

Today, Chu Jingzhe came to inspect with his warriors.

"Second, I just want to tell you that we are guarding the country, so you can rest in peace!"

Nie Ying and Xu Feng behind him pulled a large flag of Canglong.

Seeing this military flag, the one-armed veteran became even more excited because he knew that this Canglong flag was captured by generations of Shu soldiers with their lives.

But later, it was forcibly taken away by the North, which made Nanye Erlang feel very frustrated. Fortunately, this young man took him back a few years later.

If one day, you see the dragon soaring into the sky under the blue sea and blue sky.

That……

It must be the Shura Iron Cavalry.

"Wei Weishanhe is completely safe!"

"This peaceful and prosperous era is as you wish!"

Chu Jingzhe's words are sonorous, as if he is giving a report to these millions of martyrs.

Immediately afterwards, a comrade came forward and gave each person a bowl and filled it with wine.

Wine is a spirit brought by southern Xinjiang.

Every time before going to war, everyone would drink a bowl. Some said it was to give courage to the recruits, while others said it was to practice it for the comrades, because after this battle, I don’t know how many familiar faces there were, and I can never see them again.

Chu Jingzhe held the wine bowl and raised it to his chest, "I have three bowls of wine, toast this world!"

I saw him clench his fist with his left hand, put it on his chest, and said firmly: "A bowl, respect this beautiful river and mountains, and give birth to me and raise me!"

After Chu Jingzhe finished speaking, he poured the strong wine from the bowl into his mouth and drank it all in one go.

The python robe is automatically without wind, and the flag is clamoring.

The Shura Iron Cavalry in the square behind him followed Chu Jingzhe and drank it all in one go, without a drop left.

The one-armed veteran also held a wine bowl and poured it in with big mouthfuls, and his blood suddenly felt boiling.

Then, Chu Jingzhe raised a big bowl full of liquor again, "The second bowl, to worship the golden swords and iron horses, and to kill the heroes on the battlefield!"

Drink it all over again.

Thousands of people behind him, clenched their fists, and their blood was boiling.

"This third bowl, I respect our original faith, may faith be immortal and that the blood will last forever!"

After drinking, the wine bowl fell to the ground and broke in response to the sound.

Ten thousand soldiers then smashed the wine bowl in their hands towards the ground, the sound was crisp and inspiring.

In this life, Chu Jingzhe did not kneel on the heaven and earth, nor did he respect ghosts and gods.

Three bowls of wine, toast the hot land, to the martyrs, to worship faith!

What is faith? Perhaps everyone’s faith is different, but for the millions of soldiers in southern Xinjiang, Chu Jingzhe is their faith.

Afterwards, in a certain year and month, Chu Jingzhe took off his python robe and returned to the mortal world, insisting on being an ordinary person.

On that day, southern Xinjiang was in turmoil and the whole country was in turmoil.

Tens of thousands of soldiers under his command resolutely submitted their retirement application and decided to follow him.

Since then, the Canglong Banner is still there, but there is no undefeated legion, Shura Iron Cavalry.

Rizhao Mountain Square has a solemn and solemn atmosphere, and it is silent for a long time.

After a long time, Chu Jingzhe took the lead and bowed deeply to the Hero Spirit Wall.

In the square, tens of thousands of soldiers bowed together, and on the street, two hundred thousand men bowed together.

The one-armed veteran was crying and excited, looking at the heroic spirit wall and muttering to himself.
Chapter completed!