C2765 Last Destiny 3

The Ryukyu had a Temple of War that worshipped the loyal war gods of all of China's history. Guan Yu, Yue Fei, Wei Qing, Huo Quou … All the loyal generals of the previous dynasties had their own tablet here!

This was a type of spirit totem, a symbol of the martial spirit of Hua Xia, and this Temple of War was also one of the Qing Dynasty's corruption that had been denouncing and attacking.

In the eyes of those corrupt scholars, instead of building shrines for the civil officials, the Chinese had chosen to build temples for the military generals! This was a great disrespect, a great disrespect to the saints. The Chinese people were not an orthodox country, this was a country of beasts and warlords!

In any case, if you, Xiao Letian, do not try to cause trouble for the Venerable One, that would be treason and treason, and that would be incomparable to beasts!

However, there was no market for such bullshit in the Chinese. The Chinese already had their own roots, their own culture, and their own rules for the functioning of society.

The Chinese people who opened their eyes to the world, wanted the world's resources and wealth, respect for merchants, respect for the power of capital, the desire to advance, and to compete with the other peoples of the world!

This was the mind of the Chinese, who devoured the world, and what supported all of this must be a heart with a martial spirit!

Temple of War being built in front of the temple was something Xiao Letian had done intentionally, and the size of the Temple of War would be the largest!

There was a tablet mountain in Temple of War, it was more than thirty metres tall, and there was a possibility that this tablet mountain could continue to grow. The dome of the entire hall was made of steel, and it was left with a chance to grow higher in the future.

The Heroic Spirits of the dead were densely packed here. Of course, not all of the dead were sacrificed soldiers with meritorious military exploits!

The closer they got to the memorial tablet mountain, the greater the contribution the deceased received, and the more incense they received. Naturally, the later generations would receive more care for them.

The tablet mountain was the sacred ground in the hearts of all the Chinese soldiers. To go up the tablet mountain was the same as going to the Pavilion of Ascending Mist when a general from the Tang Dynasty died.

But the Chinese took a step further, and not only did they worship generals, but they also worshipped soldiers who cried and cried. Those heroes who risked their lives to win, even if he was just a soldier, he still had the right to ascend the mountain.

This kind of hero was more likely to use his own sacrifice to gain the title of a noble, even the youngest honorary baron. This change in status would bring about a tremendous change to their family.

Under this kind of encouragement system, how could there be cowards and cowards? All the soldiers were proud of their sacrifice, and to be able to trade their lives for an opportunity to ascend the tablet mountain, this was truly enviable!

The heavily injured soldiers were laughing. They looked at the wine bottle that was rotating, but not only did they not feel any fear from dying, they also had happy expressions!

Looking at the soldiers who were not injured, or who were slightly injured, they had a face full of desolation. Seeing the opportunity to ascend the tablet mountain and give it to others, they all felt as if their parents had died!

Gulu... The bottle slowly stopped. "Long live!" The ancestors had a spirit! This is my chance! "

The victims that were chosen by the will of heaven, forgot the pain from their wounds and excitedly shouted out. As for the wounded that did not survive, they pounded the deck with their fists, and were so angry that they began to cry!

In the chaos, three Death Soldiers were selected and followed by a large crowd of people as they walked down the lower deck. Jin Sanshun watched as the sea of flames slowly extinguished and the French army prepared to attack the next wave.

"Time's up!" Brothers... Ascending... Raise the white flag! "

As soon as his voice fell, the deck was filled with cries of "Sir!" We fought a bloody battle for an entire night, and over 200 of our brothers have died here … Why did you still surrender in the end! "

"Wuwuwu …" "We can't accept it, we can't accept it …"

Jin Sanshun's nose started to ache, and his eyes started to tear up. Who told us to be weak? Who told us to only have one Zhiyuan Warship? "

"Fuck, if we had two more, no, no, no …" Even if there was another one, we would not be in such a state! "

"The Manchu misled the nation, it misses the destiny of our Huaxia for more than two hundred years!"

"Why didn't the Führer give birth ten years earlier?!" He was born ten years earlier, so he wasn't born to this stage … "Damn it, damn it!"

"Brothers …" Don't worry... In the future, each one of you will be able to command a Iron-armored Ship … " A faint voice came out from outside the crowd, causing everyone to turn around. Xiang Ying, who had been knocked unconscious, had already woken up.

He smiled bitterly as he looked at Jin Sanshun and his brothers. "Don't worry, we will definitely take revenge for the humiliation we have suffered in the future … The two hundred over brothers who have survived will become two hundred bigger and stronger Zhiyuan Warship in the future! "

"When we formed a huge fleet, this world... Let us do as we please! "

"Let me up, I'm not going to die! If I have the courage to die, why don't I have the courage to face shame? "

"Fatty Jin, this punch of yours woke me up. This is my battle, of course it's up to me to face this humiliation!"

"Captain …" Everyone was choked with sobs.

"Stop talking, hang the white flag!" "Send out the signal!"

It was already past six o'clock in the morning. The summer was long and the dark clouds had dispersed the light from the Spic Island and the North Sea.

Seeing that, Huo Fu immediately jumped up and down command cabin in excitement. "Great! "With this battleship and so many Chinese prisoners, we have won the credit!"

"It doesn't matter if we can't get Berlin!"

"Capture the Zhiyuan Warship! "Drag this warship back to the country!"

The entire French army was in jubilation. The army had already decided how to humiliate these Chinese. They would strip these captives naked and then march all over Europe!

We won't kill you, but we must thoroughly humiliate you!

"Charge!" Strip these yellow pigs! Parade at Champs-Elysées! "

It charged towards the Zhiyuan Warship like a black cloud!

At this time, the Zhiyuan Warship had run out of food!

The battlefield quieted down, and the Prussian coastal fishermen praying in the distance heard the French tsunami of cheers.

"My God! The French are celebrating. Could it be that China's allies have failed? "

"Dammit, there's only one battleship! How could he be a match for so many French troops? Where is our navy? Where are our soldiers? "

"Shame!" Shame! He let his allies fight alone, while he hid in a safe place to be a mouse … Shame! Is there still the glory of the Knights back then? "

Countless good fishermen were kneeling on the beach, praying to God. That was all they could do now!

100, 500, 1000, 3000 … The whole beach was filled with Prussian coast dwellers, men and women, young and old, kneeling on the beach and praying to God!

Not far from the sea, there was a small brick church. It was a very, very small church, and only one priest served the fishermen.

The white-haired old priest's eyes moistened when he saw this scene. He pulled the bell rope, and the melodious sound of the bell rang out on the beach!