Even if it is a little earlier, it will not end up in today's desperate situation.

It's too late!

Wen Tianxiang's eyes were pouring in tears, and his heart was like a knife.

It's too late!

Is it late? It's really late!

Everyone knows that the Song Dynasty no longer has the power to fight, and it is only a matter of time before it can be sent out half a ship to fight.

But, is it too late? Are there no more warships?

Zhao Wei, a gangster who never knows how to retreat, thinks it's not too late, and he still has the capital to fight.

At this time, the war drums have not stopped; at this time, the war is in full swing.

Until the last moment, who dares to say success or failure?

Before the last moment, how could Zhao Wei be willing to swallow his breath and die sadly?

On the sea, the Song Dynasty dragon boats still took advantage of the remaining momentum to break through the waves, forming a sharp contrast with the countless civilian ships that were dead and stagnant.

At this moment, at least in Zhao Wei's eyes, the Emperor's Boat was the last warship in the Song Dynasty.

At the top of the Drum Tower, the baby Zhao Bing didn't know that this was a dead end, and he was struggling with his ferocious face.

On the deck, a group of civil and military generals fell back to the ice cave from the joy of escape, stood blankly on the bow of the ship, and looked even more desperate than before.

Zhao Wei stared coldly in front of him, with only drums, waves, wind, and vaguely heard singing.

He suddenly wanted to say something else, although he had said it once and had used up all the words, it was ineffective. Although the civil servants and military generals on the ship were like walking corpses, it was hard to arouse fighting spirit.

But he just wanted to say something. Although he knew that the death was in the present, although he had just passed by in a hurry in this era, even though it was just a line from a TV series.

Press the right hand to stop the war drum.

Above the dragon boat, there was a quiet moment, only the sound of waves, the sound of wind and the singing of the comrade-in-law, and everyone once again focused their attention on the bastard, Ning Wang.

He looked ahead with a calm face and murmured something in an unexciting tone. Everyone frowned and listened carefully.

Only heard:

"Since Pangu opened the sky, the Three Emperors established the country, and the Five Emperors opened the border."

"Whenever a country encounters a major event, a man must sacrifice to the country with his body and sacrifice to the country!"

"Even if the bones are burying into a hill, and the rivers are bleed, it is not allowed to humiliate the country's land or lose its territory."

King Ning seemed to murmur to himself, and also seemed to sing the eulogy of the Song Dynasty.

"The bones are scattered into hills, and the rivers are bleed!!"
Chapter completed!