The cold wind and the moon are cold, and the fiery red Song Dynasty battle flag is rushing in the cold wind. More than 300 large and small ships are already on the water surface, waiting quietly. People who can't see the head of the sight are slowly boarding the ship. Some people are walking so that they can't help but look back. There is no trace of Fancheng in the dark, but even so dark, many people can still see clearly.

Because this city is their home, they have fought here for many years, shed blood and injured, and there are countless memories that cannot be forgotten. Tears have occupied everyone's face at this time, but it is strange that such a scene is not chaotic at all, and no one crys loudly or makes noise. Everyone walks forward very quietly. Even though they are already in tears, they still walk forward firmly, even if the baby is infected by this atmosphere, and no one is willing to break this tranquility.

"The atmosphere is so depressing. It's not a good thing to continue like this." Zhang Shun, who had been standing on a high place and watching everything happen, suddenly muttered. Fan Tianshun, Niu Fu, Guo Jing and others around him were all stunned. Isn't this the best scene? There is no chaos or the wailing of life and death. It is almost perfect. Why is Zhang Laosan still not satisfied?

Zhang Shun seemed to have guessed the thoughts of these people and turned around and explained, "We are not escaping, we are shifting strategically, for a better tomorrow. If they are allowed to leave like this, these people will only have fear of uncertain future and not have a firm belief. How can they still have the urge to come back then?"

"Then what are you going to do?"

"Leave a seed in their hearts, let it take root, sprout, blossom and bear fruit." After that, Zhang hurriedly jumped off the terrace, ran to the crowd in front, and then took the iron trumpet from a soldier who maintained order and walked up to a high place.

He first coughed twice and cleared his throat, then said loudly, "Everyone has noticed, I am Zhang Shun, some of you know me and some don't know me, but it doesn't matter, I know you today. I know many people are thinking about where to go in the future. Is there no place to live in the world? What I want to tell you is, yes! Not only yes, but we haven't even left here. Less than 600 miles away, it is our next home, where we still have a chance to stay.

Continue to fight the Tartars to the end. Some people may ask, since they are all going to fight, why do you need to go to that place? It is better to fight here and live to the death with the Tartars, but I don’t think so. Whether it is Fancheng or Xiangyang, we are not a paradise on earth. We have fought with the Tartars here for fifteen years and have long fought a hatred like the sea. Will they let us survive after they break through the city? The answer is obvious, so we must leave, but this is not escape, but transfer, transfer to a better place to accumulate greater strength and give them

A heavier blow. Some people may also ask why we have to leave so embarrassedly and why we cannot accumulate strength here. I regret to tell you that it is impossible, because the Tartars are powerful, our country and our nation have indeed reached the most dangerous time. We only have more opportunities to leave here, and we will fight to the death. But even if we die here, there will be no fundamental change in occupying, so we must leave. As the saying goes, people and land are all the people and lands are all the people and lands are all the people and lands are all the people and lands are all the people and lands are all the people and lands are all the people and lands are all the people and lands.

Loss, this is the eternal truth, and it is also the real reason why there is such a retreat. We must give up with a choice to have the opportunity to start over and take back our fists before hitting people. Only in this way can we make the most fierce punch. When Qin destroyed the six kingdoms, the Chu people made great wishes. Even if the three families of Chu destroyed Qin, they would Chu! And we are descendants of the Chu people. No matter how fierce the Tartars are, they are just in front of us. Today we have great strides, and tomorrow we can move forward. This is also the clamor of me, Zhang Shun, a Chu people."

The crowd was still moving slowly forward, but this time it was no longer absent. Everyone who heard these words seemed to be half awakened by Chen Zhongmu Gu. The fire of hope had begun to revive in their eyes. Although it was just Mars, the fire of sparks could also start a prairie fire.

"Nine out of ten things in life are unsatisfactory. Whether we are willing or not, we must admit that there is no moon that will always be round in this world. But the ancients also told us that there is no one in the world who can stop our progress, no matter who they are, no matter where they come from! We will use what we do to tell them that you can despise the whole world, but don't despise our weather-beaten nation. Whether the Huns or the Five Barbarians have been driven to nowhere by us? When friends come, we have good wine. If jackals come, we also have a sharp steel fork. Let's set off, my relatives and friends, let's set off, my fellow villagers, we will not come back, when we set foot on this land again, it is when the Tartars are destroyed."

Zhang Shun said passionately. In fact, these words were not only for the promotional effect, but also for the sake of himself. After such a long period of chaos, he felt that he had finally found a direction. He hoped that he could use his own method to try it out. Even if he finally fell on the charge, it would be better to be a slave for decades, break his back and let him grow again.

At this moment, a very familiar melody suddenly appeared deep in his mind, and he couldn't help but start singing "A big river waves are wide, the wind blows the fragrance of rice flowers on both sides. My family lives on the shore, and I am used to listening to the boatman's rats and watching the sails coming and going."

I don’t know if it was this song or Zhang Shun’s words. Many people who didn’t cry just now had already burst into tears. Maybe they just found the vent of their feelings, but some people said they really found their direction in the song.

"Every time I hear my third person say this, I feel like I've lived it again. I think maybe I should go with him to see what the future he is talking about is like." At this moment, Guo Jing, who has always been prepared to live and die with Xiangfan, had such an idea. The Zhang Lao San brought them not only a variety of weapons, but also a kind of confidence to persevere.
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