Time travel rebellion, I'm serious

Chapter 699 Fu Jun, surrender

Some happy camps fell silent for a moment.

The Huotou Army was also stunned, and he suddenly understood what was going on.

These three people have died.

Yes, after fighting for most of the day, even if the Han army had the advantage, they would not say that there were no casualties.

It's just that some people can't eat the mooncakes that are customized according to the number of people.

Although I had known that such a day would come, I still felt empty in my heart.

For a moment, Huotoujun stood there blankly with the remaining three-month cake in his hand, not knowing what to say.

After a long time, a sacrificial wine came out and said, "Let me get it for them!"

Huotoujun subconsciously handed it over, while Jijiu placed the mooncake in the middle of everyone and said:

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Lu Jijiu ordered the whole army to celebrate it together."

"Although some comrades fell on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, this is war!"

"We don't want to fight, we just want to live a good life."

"But some people refuse. They don't want us to live. They just want us to die, so we can only fight with them!"

"After all, if we don't resist and sacrifice, more people will die!"

"Just like this Mid-Autumn Festival, under the rule of the enemy, how many families will not be able to wait for their loved ones on this day?"

"We have no choice!"

"We are willing to sacrifice!"

"In order for everyone in the world to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Everyone!"

I saw the sacrificial wine raising his arms and saying loudly:

"Wind, gale!"

As soon as Jijiu finished speaking, all the soldiers shouted in unison.

"Wind, wind, gale!"

Soon, the entire camp was shouting loudly.

"what happened?"

Inside the handsome tent, Guan Zizuo asked as he listened to the shouts outside the tent.

"Teacher, it's like this..."

Soon, someone told Guan Zizuo and a group of commanders and soldiers about this matter, and everyone was silent for a long time.

Yes, after all, some people can't eat this mooncake.

The damn war!

Damn it!

Guan Zizuo felt it the most. He was kicked out of his home, his wife died, his son died, and now he is alone.

When others die, there are still family members who complain about it, but what if you die?

Thinking of this, he suddenly stood up and walked out of the tent and came to the big drum outside.

Then, take out the drumstick and hit it hard.

"Boom!"

The drum beat was so loud that the soldiers who shouted loudly were stunned.

Then I saw Guan Zizhuo singing loudly: "How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you."

All the commanders and soldiers were also stunned, but they immediately realized what they were doing and stepped forward, beating the war drums one by one.

So in the camp, war drums were beaten one by one, and tens of thousands of people sang loudly.

"How can I say that I have no clothes? I am wearing the same robe as my son, and the ancient war drums are ringing."

"How can I say that I have no clothes? I have the same hatred as my son, and the world is stained with dust and blood."

"Whether he wins or loses, leave a legend and fight together, good brothers."

"No matter whether he lives or dies, we are brothers, let's sing and wander together."

"Farewell to my parents and leave my hometown, wearing armor and a sharp knife in my hand."

"A command shakes the mountains, and we throw ourselves on the battlefield to fight in the distance!"

The sound of the war drums was extremely penetrating, and the chorus of tens of thousands of people was so earth-shattering that even the Fu army in the distance could feel it.

After confirming that the Han army had no intention of attacking, but instead sang loudly, all of them were stunned.

Although they could not hear what the Han soldiers were singing, they could hear the passion, loyalty, fearlessness and tragedy in the drums and songs.

The war drums kept beating and the singing kept going.

In the Fujun camp, all the soldiers who had shared the mooncakes looked at the mooncakes in their hands and fell silent.

A young soldier asked, "Officer, what do you think the Han army is singing?"

The team officer looked at this young soldier, but he was caught as a strong man at the age of only fourteen or fifteen, and his clothes were obviously ill-fitting.

"I don't know either. I think the Han army should be preparing for tomorrow's war!"

"Then will we die?"

"I don't know, maybe it will!"

"Aren't they afraid of death?"

"Are you afraid of it?"

"afraid!"

"Then they are afraid too!"

"If they are afraid, why do they still beat us?"

"You're afraid too, so why do you still beat them?"

"The official said they are rebels and wants to beat them!"

"They also said we were rebels and wanted to beat us!"

"Then can we not fight?"

"I don't want to fight either, but the official wants to fight!"

"Then can they not fight?"

"They don't want to fight, but the official wants their lives, so they have to fight!"

"Oh!"

The little warrior held the mooncake in his hand and whispered, "Then we will fight again tomorrow!"

The team officer smiled and said, "Yes, let's eat moon cakes. It's very delicious. Maybe you won't be able to eat them in the future!"

"Ok!"

The little warrior nodded, then opened his mouth and bit into the big moon cake.

Then.........

The moon cake is fine, but the teeth fall out.

"Team Officer, it hurts!"

The team officer saw that the little soldier's teeth were missing and his mouth was bleeding, but he smiled.

"This mooncake is so hard that it can be used as armor. If you put it on tomorrow, arrows won't be able to penetrate it!"

Then he touched the little warrior's head and said:

"The fight starts tomorrow, remember to hide behind me."

"Oh!"

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Mid-Autumn Festival is the Mid-Autumn Festival for people all over the world.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is the Mid-Autumn Festival for the common people.

Mid-Autumn Festival is also the Mid-Autumn Festival for soldiers.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a time for people all over the world to reunite with their families and enjoy the full moon together.

The Mid-Autumn Festival for soldiers is the lights of thousands of families behind them.

The soldiers of the Han army and Daqian's army should not be enemies.

That night, Fuzhou Admiral Zheng Zhiye stayed up all night.

He sat in the tent for a long, long, long time.

The next day, Zheng Zhiye finally made up his mind.

"Send my military order to surrender to the Han army!"

After the order, the Fujun soldiers were stunned for a moment, then in disbelief, and finally shouted one after another.

"Long live!"