Ten Thousand Races Invasion: All The People Join The War, I Stay Behind

industry city center.

On the public screening screen of the shopping mall, the military satellite shot, and the eighth line of defense rebroadcasted the video.

At this moment, many people were quiet, only the dazzling street lights remained!

An eight-year-old watched the video and couldn't help but speak.

"I'm going to war...my father died on the Ninth Line..."

After the child spoke, his mother held him and wept bitterly.

"You can't be gone, mother can't lose you again." The child's mother cried even harder, heartbroken.

The two depended on each other for life, limp on the cold marble floor, the tragic feeling from some kind of blood of the same race began to spread, began to spread, and began to call out the ferocious emotions of every citizen,

Among the crowd of onlookers, a young man couldn't help but stood up furiously, looking towards the extreme north with blood-red eyes,

Even in the dark night, one can still see that on the battlefield of ten thousand races, glowing white beams of energy shoot up into the sky, and the magnificent Void Gates that go straight into the sky and the earth have reached their limit.

This is the greatest shining force in the history of the earth, but it exudes a sense of supremacy and destruction.

The ancient king of the foreign race, the incomparable aura, spans thousands of miles, like an ancient giant, as if looking at these people walking sadly like ants. ,

but!

There is always someone who is unwilling to give in!

There are always people with blood in their hearts, they fight, they are unyielding!

Group after group of teenagers came out, they helped up the poor mother and child, some young people shouted and roared!

"I'm seventeen years old, and I'm about to go to the war. If I take out the long knife at home, it's just a desperate effort. The alien race is fierce, so we're going to be soft!"

"Join the battle!"

"Fuck him NN, kill that group of alien bastards!"

As some teenagers roared and opened their mouths, they raised their hands and screamed hoarsely. Everyone's eyes were bloodshot, and no one wanted to back down. Everyone was vicious, vicious!

There was a white-haired old man in his seventies standing by the side of the road, shouting loudly.

"This is a humiliation that my generation has never felt for decades. It has never been like this in the past years of fighting!"

"But this is also the bloodiness that our youth has never had in decades!"

"I am old but not talented, I will be a fool all my life, but today I would like to sing praises for you!"

"Life is China, death is the east, an inch of pill is heavy, seven feet is light, the rest of the majesty, it turns into wind and thunder; the rest of the soul, it turns into sun stars. There is still enough to leave the outline and always be in the ten thousand sacrifices, The festival is worthy of a thousand ages!"

This is a man in his seventies, wearing a plain white gown and silver-white reading glasses. He tries to stand upright and sings!

This word comes from Zhang Huangyan, one of the Three Heroes of the West Lake, and represents the iron bones of blood and tears in the past dynasties of our country.

Then, more and more people began to sing.

Nan Ziying was in the dark night in the distance, he changed into a white long gown, in the cold wind and heavy snow, the long gown trembled slightly, there were some kind of teardrops in his eyes,

He is not a god, he just chose a lonely and great path,

But when he saw the extreme tragicness of those people of the same race and blood, he only felt extremely depressed.

And he didn't go out now, but in the dark night, the white shirt fluttered and merged into the night, as if he had never seen light before.

"I will live poorly, and I will end this era!"

The voice was like the same sound as the falling snow, the lightning and thunder in the sky, and the howling of the storm seemed to be a witness, and then he walked outside the city, he was going to do something.

Now, the sky is snowing heavily, and the people of Yecheng don't feel the cold, because the tragedy can resist everything, they are united, a large number of teenagers have signed up, and a group of girls have signed up.

The old man was crying loudly, studying ink in the cold and windy March, and then wrote big characters - send you off!

And under the dark night, Nan Ziying is like a lonely retrograde,

Nothing to do with glory,

Nothing to do with prosperity,

It has nothing to do with the bustling crowd and the various forms of beings.

He left the city and entered the wilderness. All he did now was to grow stronger alone in the dark night.

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[Chronicle of Ten Thousand Races]: Some people will rise in the dark night, ignite the flames in the dawn, be stained with blood when the sun rises, and be buried in the land of freedom!

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