What does Chapter 009 have to say

Standing at the bow of the ship, Zhu Mingzhong did not know why he felt no fear. He first looked up at the sky, then glanced down at the blood-stained, fly-ridden severed wooden stumps at his feet. He then turned his gaze to the people around him, calmly observing their faces, looking at the garments that had ultimately become a requiem. Despite the profound calm within him, tears once again streamed down his face.

It is the blood of tens of millions of compatriots

The deafening sound from outside was akin to the roar of a mountain rising in a tsunami. While lost in thought, the cries of the 170,000 Northern Expedition soldiers came to mind, which would be the final lament of the Ming Dynasty. Zhu Mingzhong suddenly felt as if his heart were being torn apart, and he did not even consider that perhaps in a short while, he would have his head severed, completely immersed in that inexplicable sorrow.

Yet the hellish nightmare still occasionally surfaced in his mind. Zhu Mingzhong, standing dazed in the prison cell, had tears streaming down his face, though he could not recall when they had begun to fall. These tears were for himself, but more so for the great land that was about to be completely submerged. They were for this nation that was on the brink of falling into eternal darkness

Suddenly, a wave of excited shouts came from outside the cabin, mixed with Hakka, Minnan, and Jiangnan dialects. Deep within, feeling a profound sadness, Zhu Mingzhong felt his spirits lift.

Did one traverse back over three hundred and fifty years merely to witness the final elegy of the Ming Dynasty

The soldier entering the lower cabin spoke with a Jiangnan accent, holding a bowl of rice in his hand, with a few pieces of meat on top. He then set the rice and meat aside, showing that no one had the thought of giving food to Zhu Mingzong.

Just like that dream, for the next two and a half centuries, this country will not only be plunged into a dark eternal night, but will also be shrouded by a sea of blood

I spit, this book has been read into the belly of a dog by you!

However, when he opened his mouth, Zhu Mingzhong did not utter this sentence

Are you eating? What other flavors do you have now

How could I be a spy

The previous dream flickered once again in my mind, and the uncontainable sorrow in my chest grew ever more intense

The mocking words suddenly turned into a furious rebuke

At this moment, he resembled the valiant martyrs of yesteryear who, under the decree of shaving their heads, generously marched towards death. He walked with his chest out and head held high towards the bow of the ship, as if heading to the execution ground

The sudden jest interrupted Zhu Mingzhong's words

Is this my destiny?

Enough, stop being self-pitying and putting on airs. You have already acted as a traitor, and yet you still cling to poetry. Now that you wish to repent, it is too late

I am not a spy

Neither sorrow nor joy

Surprisingly, he did not feel any anxiety or unease. He deliberately adjusted his blue shirt, which was a Han-style garment. Over three hundred years later, Han-style clothing has become a rare echo, a distant memory of a nation, and even this memory is unfamiliar and not well-known to people.

It is blood red

No

Oh, this spy from the Eastern invaders is actually a scholar!

When the prison door opened, he calmly walked out silently, like a martyr facing death. The moment he stepped out of the cabin, the blinding sunlight made him involuntarily squint his eyes into a narrow slit

I have something to say

Zhang Huangyan let out a stern shout, using his righteous words to dispel the influence that this rogue's "generous demeanor" had on the soldiers.

The excruciating pain on his face during the bitter smile made Zhu Mingzong realize that this was not a dream; a dream would never be this painful

Indeed, today is the day when the entire army wears bright red ceremonial robes to offer sacrifices to heaven

Standing on the deck of the ship, Zhang Huangyan, dressed in a red ceremonial robe, watched as the Qing spy emerged from the cabin. Initially, he expected to see the other party crying and begging for mercy, but to his surprise, the spy walked out with his chest held high and head raised, showing not a trace of fear even on his swollen face

Due to the swelling of his cheeks, Zhu Mingzhong silently recited the poem "Shui Diao Chuan Tou". This was merely a Song dynasty poem he had read in his youth, yet why does the memory linger so profoundly

Is it destined that nothing can change this situation

I am not a traitor to the Han people

You, this Eastern bandit, although you are Han, recognize the bandit as your father, willingly serving the Eastern bandits, infiltrating the army, and plotting treachery

As I stepped out of the cabin, what greeted my eyes was a sea of red—red flags, red robes, and even a layer of red cloth spread across the deck. The soldiers were draped in red robes; this was the fiery red of the Ming Dynasty, the auspicious red of sacrificial offerings to the heavens. It also represented the blood and tears of this nation

Upon realizing this issue, Zhu Mingzhong stared blankly at the cabin ceiling. Surprisingly, he did not feel fear at that moment; instead, a wave of inexplicable sorrow surged within him.

Is it possible that this old thief of a heaven sent itself here just to have its own head chopped off

The vastness of the stench stretches for miles, where do the heroic spirits of the ages reside, when will the grandeur be communicated? What need is there to inquire about the fate of the Hu people, for the blazing sun will rise in the center...

Zhang Huangyan's shout caused Zhu Mingzhong, who was originally immersed in the heart-wrenching feeling of the country's decline, to be jolted to his core

Looking at the contempt and disdain reflected on the faces around him, Zhu Mingzhong wanted to defend himself; he wanted to tell these people, "No!"

Ah!

How could I be a traitor to the Han people

This meal is from the Ming Dynasty, so naturally it cannot be given to a traitor like you! Damn it, even in death, you should be left to starve as a ghost!

The Great Ming ... ...

The composure and calmness of the other party completely exceeded Zhang Huangyan's expectations. However, upon noticing that there were even people around him observing his generous demeanor with a look of sympathy, although he felt admiration for the calmness displayed, Zhang Huangyan still raised his eyebrows and sternly reprimanded.

Life is in danger

Today, the nobleman intends to offer your head as a sacrifice to the heavens and earth of our great Ming dynasty, let us go! Let us set forth!

Indeed

That red

Indeed, it seems that my head must be severed as a sacrifice to the heavens. What more is there to say

With a long sigh, Zhu Mingzhong, fully aware that everything was inevitable, stood up

Today, I will sever your head to honor my great Ming rivers and mountains. What more can you say!

Gently swinging his large sleeves, Zhu Mingzhong adjusted his clothing once more. At this moment, he was extremely calm, unafraid, and devoid of any ripples of emotion; all that remained was tranquility, a tranquility that emanated from the depths of his heart

Ming Dynasty, Ming Dynasty, Ming Dynasty

If one does not harbor delusions, one should now be just like them, immersed in the moment, dressed in bright red ceremonial attire, and shouting there.

I am certainly not a spy for the Qing Dynasty

Muttering these two seemingly unrelated characters, Zhu Mingzhong, with a heart like a knife twisted in pain, gazed at the floating dust illuminated by the faint light. Not only did he not feel troubled by his surroundings, but he was also reminded once again of the earlier dream, which deepened his heartache.

The capital of Yao, the land of Shun, the domain of Yu. In the midst of it, there should be one or half a shameful minister or barbarian.

Is that dream a sign, or ...? ... Could it be that this is fate?

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