Wearing the Duke's Mansion, he was scrambling to save his life

Qiao Xiaoxi couldn't help but sigh in her heart. No wonder so many people throughout history have written poems expressing their feelings about the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.

"Don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield. How many men have ever returned from the battles in history?" This line of poetry really expresses the bitterness of the story!

Faced with such a tragic scene, how many people can return safely?

These soldiers had already been beheaded and their bodies were covered in blood. How could they possibly return?

Even whether Prince Jing Qin Ziming can survive is still an unknown!

It seems that the emperor did not send Prince Jing to supervise the army and the war, but clearly sent Prince Jing to die!

It seems that His Majesty the Emperor doesn't like Prince Jing at all!

Hey! The ancient dynasties rose and fell frequently, what does it have to do with me, Qiao Xiaoxi?

Here, Zhao Wudi fought bravely and sacrificed his life for his country, while those powerful families in the capital were still fighting for power and pursuing fame and fortune.

These military generals were extremely loyal and were willing to defend the imperial power with their lives, but they ended up dying on the battlefield!

As for those ordinary soldiers, they were like grass and no one had any mercy on them!

Qiao Xiaoxi couldn't help but look at Zhao Wudi who was still fighting hard.

I thought silently in my heart: Zhao Wudi, I have to run away now!

Song Wuwen and Song Nongmo, these two are a piece of cake for me.

Qiao Xiaoxi carefully observed her surroundings and found that everyone was staring intently below and no one was paying attention to her at all.

So Qiao Xiaoxi began to slowly and silently move backwards, taking a small step every three seconds.

Qiao Xiaoxi counted silently in her heart: "One... two... three", and then moved her feet gently; then she counted again: "One... two... three", and moved a little more carefully...

Qiao Xiaoxi retreated step by step and successfully came behind Song Wuwen and Song Nongmo.

At this moment, Qiao Xiaoxi was secretly proud in her heart and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

I thought to myself: "Hehe, so what if I don't know Qinggong? If I really knew Qinggong, I would have flown away long ago! But it doesn't matter, even without this skill, I can still escape successfully."

Qiao Xiaoxi was secretly happy and tiptoed away!

He took one step, two steps, three steps carefully... and was about to reach the bottom of the city wall.

Suddenly, there were shouts coming from outside the city, one after another, as if a large number of troops were approaching.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of noisy Japanese came into Qiao Xiaoxi's ears.

"Zhao Wudi, the soul of the Han army, kill Zhao Wudi, and all the houses, women, and rice will belong to the Great Japanese Kingdom." These words made Qiao Xiaoxi stunned instantly!

"Oh my god, East Wo, Wo means Japanese pirates." Qiao Xiaoxi couldn't help muttering to herself, "Are these people the ancestors of Xiaoshi?"

A flash of inspiration suddenly came to Qiao Xiaoxi's mind!

I remembered what I had read in a history book: this was exactly the mobilization slogan used by Japan before the war of aggression against China.

They coveted China's vast land and abundant resources, and fantasized about occupying this rich land.

Thinking of this, Qiao Xiaoxi couldn't help but curse: "Damn it, these guys are simply a family of robbers, they have been robbers for generations!"

Qiao Xiaoxi was filled with resentment and contempt for these invaders.

Qiao Xiaoxi grew up in a military compound.

In the documentary, Every Inch of Land and Every Drop of Blood, before it was broadcast.

Qiao Xiaoxi is well aware of the history of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression. She knows very well that during those eight years, countless Chinese sons and daughters fought bravely and killed the enemy heroically, dyeing the entire battlefield red with their blood. Their tragic and heroic feelings are moving.

The hatred accumulated during this eight-year war of resistance is deeply embedded in the blood of every Chinese descendant!

People are filled with endless indignation towards those Japanese invaders who once wantonly trampled on our territory and murdered our compatriots.

This kind of resentment has been difficult for many later generations to let go!

Qiao Xiaoxi's ancestors made great sacrifices for the country: four of them died in the Sino-Japanese battlefield, three were seriously injured, and two lost their lives on the Korean battlefield.

Even his great grandfather lost an arm in the war!

Dad often told Qiao Xiaoxi: "Only when you know yourself and your enemy can you win every battle!"

So you must work hard to learn Japanese and English well.

Because imperialism has never given up its ambition to invade our country. If we go to the battlefield in the future and cannot understand the enemy's language and cannot see through the enemy's formation, we will undoubtedly be defeated!

For a moment, national hatred and family feuds surged into my heart.

Qiao Xiaoxi turned around quickly and went straight up to the city wall.

Looking at the enemy troops under the city, Qiao Xiaoxi couldn't help but curse inwardly: "These little Japanese, from top to bottom, from the ancestors to the bastards, none of them are good! They are simply extremely cunning! It seems that they have studied the situation in the court very thoroughly before the war!"

Zhao Wudi is the courage of the imperial court!

If Zhao Wudi died, the imperial court would lose its courage and would have to allow the Japanese to kill and divide them at will!

Qiao Xiaoxi recalled that when she left the capital, the people were shouting the name of Zhao's army.

When Zhao Wudi arrived here, the people were overjoyed and welcomed the arrival of Zhao's army.

The Zhao family army was as powerful as the Yue family army in the Song Dynasty.

Unfortunately, Yue Fei died unjustly in Fengbo Pavilion, and the Yue Family Army was disbanded. Since then, the Song Dynasty lost its courage.

If Zhao Wudi died, then the Zhao family army would probably be doomed!

And the entire court will naturally collapse and disintegrate.

Oh my God! Aren’t our ancestors going to suffer from a life of poverty, bullying and slaughter again?

Absolutely not! Zhao Wudi, you absolutely cannot die!

Thinking of this, Qiao Xiaoxi immediately turned around and hurriedly climbed up the city wall.

Standing on the city wall and looking around, you can see that on the battlefield outside the city, in the two camps facing each other, there is a Japanese man sitting in each camp, directing the battle.

Qiao Xiaoxi looked carefully and saw that the three guys in charge of command had three strands of hair on their heads and were waving Japanese samurai swords in their hands.

Oh my god, isn’t this the typical hairstyle of our Japanese ancestors?

Looking at Zhao Wudi, who was surrounded in the center but still fighting bravely, it can be clearly noticed that the spear in Zhao Wudi's hand was not rotating as fast as before!

The situation is critical!

Qiao Xiaoxi once again looked at Zhao Wudi who was in a fierce battle, and couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration in her heart: "This is a real anti-Japanese hero!"

At this moment, Qiao Xiaoxi decided to temporarily put aside all personal grudges.

Qiao Xiaoxi looked down and saw that there were still endless streams of enemy troops, surging like a tide.

These enemies are like a swarm of locusts passing through, numerous and aggressive. If Zhao Wudi continues to fight, he will surely not escape disaster!

Prince Jing, Qin Ziming, and Taishou Wang, who were standing by, could not understand the conversation between the enemies.

When they saw the troops of the three parties gathering together, they all realized that Zhao Wudi was probably in great danger.