The Chinese dynasty has been going on for thousands of years, and the country has risen and fallen. No matter when and where, whether it is prosperous or in the cliff or in the dangerous situation, it always has the most lovely and respectable people.

Just like Yashan, it was originally a place where Zhao and Song were defeated, and it was also a place where they died with the Kuomintang.

But just Zhao Wei, a small fire source from later generations, ignited the raging flames in the hearts of 200,000 soldiers and civilians, and rushed towards the powerful enemy with the overturning momentum.

Zhao Wei's vision was a little blurred. I don't know if it was blocked by tears or the dizziness after being seriously injured and removed from strength.

I only saw that after the dragon boat, countless civilian boats and small boats continued one after another, charging forward with the shouts of death.

I only saw that the dark clouds in the west gradually faded away, and a ray of sky light came down from the sky, red like fire, warm like spring, illuminating the vast ocean and like a road to the sky.

Zhao Wei smiled and pointed at the long sword from afar, "Life, life road"

Then the eyes went dark and the bow of the ship fainted

In a coma, Zhao Wei had a dream.

In the dream, every character and every detail of the Song Dynasty gradually became clear as if imprinted in memory. Every Song man who passed away and lived was floating in front of his eyes.

Just like the voice in the subconscious, these experiences that did not belong to him or the bastard, appeared out of thin air in memory.

This made Zhao Weisheng have an illusion that he seemed to belong to this era and did what the Song people of this era should do.

When he realized this, Jiang Hao, who was fighting for the blood, the old man who rushed to the formation by boat, the Taoist like Hell Shura, the great prison who was crazy and dispersed money, and the calves that were as brilliant as peach blossoms, gradually became clear in his mind.

They were laughing, smiling at Zhao Wei with deep affection and comfort, which made Zhao Wei laugh foolishly with them.

That kind of satisfaction is something he can't compare to, no matter how powerful he is, he is.

Zhao Wei looked at them and smiled for a long time, and laughed with them for a long time, until it gradually became blurred and went away, but he couldn't even pull back.

For a moment, Zhao Weiduo hoped that they were all alive and that everyone in Yashan would be alive.

Although in later generations, this was the most disdainful Virgin behavior of the Virgin.

Zhao Wei gradually regained consciousness, and the scenery in front of him was clear again.

The gray-white felt roof of the military tent, the fishy and salty air, and the little white face who was "very curved" when he opened his eyes for the first time in the Song and Yuan dynasties.

Everything shows that it is not a dream, he has really traveled through this world of great struggle.

"The little prince is awake! The fourth brother is awake!"

Ma Xiaoyi screamed in surprise, his expression was like a bridal chamber lifting the veil of the bride, and he found that it was a celestial surprise and despicable person.

But Zhao Wei was not sure of it. He was still addicted to the scenes in his dreams, and was even more shocked.

Where do those memories that do not belong to him or the former master come from?

Also, who is the voice that has been cheering and cheering in my heart?

This made Zhao Wei extremely confused.

It seems like he has experienced three life, one is a gangster in his previous life, one is a bastard in this life, and another is a gangster in his life, and another is unknown where it starts and does not know where it falls. It just appears out of thin air in his mind, vague.

Only those characters and history about the late Song Dynasty were extremely clear, as if they had left a mark in their minds and would never be broken for thousands of years.

As long as you think of a person who has been famous in history, everything from life to details is vivid.

Moreover, Zhao Wei was sure that in that vague life, he must not be a gangster or a bastard, he must be an amazing big shot.

Because, when he thinks of those historical figures, he will naturally associate them with this era and plan them, as if it is a habit of thinking.

Just like Yashan, if he was the commander, how could he do it better than Zhang Shijie? Just like now, if the Song Dynasty did not want to sink into it, how could he have a trace of vitality?

These abilities that were not originally gangsters appeared together with that memory.

Zhao Wei was a little excited. He suddenly realized that he seemed to be able to do a lot besides recklessness.

"Fourth Brother? Fourth Brother!!" Ma Xiaoyi was still screaming beside him.

Zhao Wei had to come back to his senses from the refreshing wandering, but he was regaining his true form as a reckless man.

I thought to myself, I won’t be as good as Long Yang with this little face, right?

But after carefully searching the memory, we found that the two were still very pure. They were just like the same smell and belonged to the more ironic one among the friends.

"What a fool!" He learned from the previous master's tone and asked the first sentence, "We rushed out?"

As he spoke, Zhao Wei wanted to support himself and sit up. After a little effort, he felt that everything was in pain.

"Second brother, lie down!" Ma Xiaoyi quickly came up and pushed Zhao Wei back, "Second brother is still injured, and he dare not move around."

Zhao Wei bared his teeth and looked around. OK, it was like a big rice dumpling, it would be strange if he could sit up.

Then I remembered that I had become crazy at that time and would chop off the Yuan soldiers when I saw them. Unfortunately, I didn’t practice martial arts. If it weren’t for the protection of a group of dead soldiers, my life would have been gone long ago.

He didn't know how much injuries he had suffered.

"Huh!" A breath of turbid air grew and lie down calmly. The faces of Jiang Hao and the others unconsciously appeared in front of them, which made Zhao Wei unable to give up any happiness for the rest of the disaster.

He asked in a low voice: "Where is this?"

Ma Xiaoyi raised his eyebrows, "This place is Qiongzhou."

"Qiongzhou!?" Zhao Wei was stunned and almost sat up again.

Qiongzhou is the Haikou of later generations. Why did you come to Hainan from Yashan at once?

"The fourth brother doesn't know."

Ma Xiaoyi knew that Zhao Wei would be surprised and quickly explained: "At that time, the fourth brother was brave and led the emperor's boat to sink the Yuan army's flagship, causing Zhang Hong and Fan to fall into the sea and the Yuan army was in chaos. At this time, Taiwei Zhang led the remaining troops to come, and took the dragon boat and civilian boats to rush out of the cliff gate while the chaos was taking advantage of the chaos."

"The fourth brother has been sleeping for five days. We are now joining forces with King Cheng's army in Qiongzhou. Now Zhang Hongfan's water army is still resting at the Yamen. It seems that he has suffered a lot of damage and will not chase after him for the time being."

"All this is thanks to the Fourth Brother, but this time he has made great achievements and has won the world!"

"Now there are many people gathered outside our tent. We just wait for the fourth brother to wake up and meet him to thank him for his grace."

"It's a pity that Prime Minister Lu and Taiwei Zhang were afraid that the Fourth Brother would not wake up and have another variable, so they delayed informing the military and civilians."

Ma Xiaoyi talked a lot of things in a row, as if he wanted to tell Zhao Wei what happened in the past five days.

However, Zhao Wei didn't care about these things now and interrupted, "How many people died?"

"Hmm? What did the fourth brother say?"

Zhao Wei frowned and his tone became stronger: "I said, how many people died in Yashan breaking through?"

"oh oh!"

Ma Xiaoyi didn't know why Zhao Wei suddenly asked this, so he had to answer, "Most of the 100,000 naval troops in Zhang Taiwei lost most of the losses, and only more than 40,000 soldiers were left in the remnants. All the subordinates of the Sijiang Palace Commander in front of the palace died for their country."

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Zhao Wei was speechless. The Taiwei Zhang that Ma Xiaoyi mentioned was Zhang Shijie, the number one figure in the Song Dynasty. Jiang Dianshui was Jiang Hao who led the ship to attack the formation.

"What about the people?"

"People?" Zhao Wei asked more and more strangely, and Ma Xiaoyi held him back again.

"It's better for the people. Except for the civilian ships that rushed with the Fourth Brother, the rear team was protected by Taiwei Zhang, and nearly 10,000 were killed or injured?"

When Zhao Wei heard this, he couldn't help but feel a cramp in his heart.

"Ninety thousand people are gone?"

Unlike Zhang Shijie's navy, more than 10,000 people died in front of Zhao Wei, and they rushed to the battlefield with Zhao Wei. How could this later generation who was used to seeing peace not be heartbroken?

At this time, neither Zhao Wei nor Ma Xiaoyi noticed it. At some point, a middle-aged man stood at the curtain. He was frowning and looking at Zhao Wei on the sickbed with an incredible expression.

The middle-aged man felt excited, "Is this my son?"

This person was Zhao Yuluo, who was the pacifier of Qiongzhou at that time, and Zhao Wei's biological father.

However, no one knows better what his son looks like than Zhao and Luo.

King Cheng's four sons, the eldest, Meng Jun, the second, Meng Min, and the third, Meng Dong, were all good men who knew the truth and were loyal to righteousness. They all went on the battlefield because of the crisis of the country, and did not humiliate the ancestors of the Zhao family until the last moment of the battle.

Only the fourth son, Meng Liang, who is Zhao Wei, has been naughty since childhood.

Well, it’s all his bad guys who praise him as his father, and he’s simply full of evil deeds.

He bullies men and women and does everything he wants. He is still a timid person. Zhao Yuluo, who is angry, wishes he could shoot him on the wall.

Before the Yuan soldiers attacked Lin'an, this bastard was already famous, and King Cheng had long had no hope for his fourth brother.

Including this breakout in Yashan, Zhao and Luo couldn't even figure it out in their dreams. Can the bastard son do such a thing?

What's even more excessive is that Zhao Wei turned the tide when Zhang Shijie was defeated and Lu Xiufu was desperate to jump into the sea.

Well, not only Zhao and Luo didn't believe it, but if Empress Dowager Yang had not seen it with her own eyes on the dragon boat, and if tens of thousands of people had not seen Ning Wang beating the drums near the dragon boat, no one would have believed it.

What shocked Zhao and Luo even more was that when Zhao Wei woke up, he asked first how many people died and shed tears for the people?

As long as Zhao Wei’s deceased fellow Taoist is not dead, as long as he is fine, his own father will not be so sad if he dies.

This made King Cheng have to doubt that this is still my bastard?

At this time, Zhao and Luo stood at the tent gate for a long time. Seeing Zhao Wei closed his eyes and mourning for his death, he finally stopped silent.

"Cough cough!" He coughed twice, and the father and son were finally going to face each other.

As a result, Zhao Wei on the bed heard the movement, glared suddenly and bounced off the bed.
To be continued...