Any Novels with a Strongly Patriotic Feel?

101 上 Handing in a Copy of the War of Resistance, the Whole Network Burst into Tears Good MorningUrban513k WordsCompleted 1.5kReads8.2Score138Shelves

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"He holds a red light in his hand and heads towards the dangerous frontier, leading the younger generation to enter the special field. Inheriting the blood of the martyrs, we will do our best to protect the eight wilderness. Even if the road ahead is full of turmoil, we dare to fight with fierce fire. The souls of heroes will continue to burn from generation to generation, and the eternal loyalty will shine in all directions." Characters: courageous and decisive, wise and brave, taking the lead, sacrificing one's life for righteousness. Remember the history, and don't forget the national humiliation. Don't forget that national humiliation is not a continuation of hatred, but a way to prevent tragedy from happening again! Plot: From 1840 to 1949, China has experienced too much and lost too many people, but what we have not lost is the backbone of the Chinese nation, the heroic spirit of the martyrs, and the respect for the martyrs and ancestors that is engraved in our bones! Look back at history, feel the spirit, inherit the bloodline, look forward to the future, remember history, and forge ahead. We have no gods coming to the rescue, no superman descending from the sky... What saves us from the fire and water are ordinary people one after another. They use their ordinary bodies to create a road to the extraordinary!

102 全 Lords of All: Beginning Awakening Steel Four Consoles Chang'an MournerUrban178k WordsCompleted 197Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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If it didn't have the label of gaming and sports, I would be really afraid that this book would be useless [laughing evilly]

113 暗 Dark Zone: People's Carmona Fall in Love with Your Sheep252k WordsCompleted 661Reads7.5Score124Shelves

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Comrade, where are you [Sparrow Food Masterpiece]

114 星 Interstellar Earth Three Hundred Years The World Is WindySci-Fi & Apocalypse1.4M WordsCompleted 1.3kReads5.8Score—Shelves

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This book is extremely popular. In China in the 22nd century, do you think it is popular or not?

115 乱 Revolutionary Dawn of Heroes in Troubled Times Observe Things and Know LaterHistorical198k WordsOngoing 20Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Assassinate the Qing Emperor? Making a fuss in the Qing palace? Beat up traitors and confiscate the houses of bureaucrats and big landlords. He criticized Chen Duxiu and discussed Zhou Shuren. Jinggangshan Guerrilla War. Smuggling into Japan to spy? Bombing the Emperor's Palace? It is adapted from real history, adding exciting plots and creating distinctive characters. Dedicated to the 80th anniversary of the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, promote patriotism, remember the heroes, and promote the people's view of history.

117 穿 Travel to Communist Society Wang ZhuoqiSci-Fi & Apocalypse347k WordsCompleted 33Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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This is not called relatively red, this is called very red!

118 龙 Dragon Awakens the East: from a Hundred Years of Suffering to the Core of Civilization Golden MoonHistorical84k WordsOngoing —Reads—Score—Shelves

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Must have, so red and purple [thinking]

119 异 Another World Red Flag America Fine Drizzle Like Ox HairEastern Fantasy143k WordsOngoing 36Reads—Score—Shelves

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What's the matter with the donkey-elephant dispute? This is the story of an Asian time traveler who revolutionized North America with faith...

120 我 I Was the Head of State in the Late Ming Dynasty and Established the Manchu Concentration Camp Neither Can SaHistorical1.5M WordsOngoing 49.7kReads8.1Score5.7kShelves

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The content of this book is quite red. It travels through the late Ming Dynasty. The protagonist uses his modern skills and historical experience to lead the people to build an ideal new world.

121 和 He Was Reincarnated into Another World with His Brother and Became an Imperial Princess. Sakura Fox 22Eastern Fantasy587k WordsCompleted 1.9kReads8.3Score298Shelves

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Still reviewing the elbow strikes

122 赤 Red Blade Dawn: Her Regiment and Her Soldiers Hedgehog Wearing GlassesModern Romance397k WordsOngoing 3Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Recommended by me 🥺Newly written anti-Japanese war revolutionary article by a strong female channel💪🏻💪🏻 [Note] The timeline is from the Anti-Japanese War to liberation, watch the heroine Xiaobai with heterochromatic eyes all the way from the regiment leader to the legend! [The growth direction of the heroine] and the love relationship goes hand in hand! [The soul partner relationship with the political commissar Fang] + [Fighting side by side with the enemy and friend Chen Zheng] + [Top care for the regiment members and soldiers] [Shy] [Shy] The cp direction is [BG]: pure love vs old enemy + occasionally all female protagonists~ [get it] biased toward history! [No system, no plug-ins] The writing style is sophisticated, the plot line is very long, the manuscript has been designed for nearly five years, there will be many twists~~ Friends who like it come in and take a look! ! [Love][love]

124 1 1629Red Dawn Golden Chicken WingsHistorical2.5M WordsCompleted 16.8kReads8.8Score1.5kShelves

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I like to see these more

126 初 When I First Arrived, the System Urged Me to Repay the Favor. Flowers Bloom and FadeUrban2.6M WordsCompleted 37.2kReads9.0Score2.7kShelves

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A completed novel with more than 2.6 Million words, a score of 9.1, And more than 1,200 chapters. It is a thoroughly enjoyable read. The protagonist sells arms to the Eighth Route Army and helps develop industry in the base area. Sun Desheng: Commander, it's really fun to use Tiger tanks to fight against the Japanese Doudin tanks, but the number is a bit small; Li Yunlong: There's no rush, let's use them first, there are 200 more on the way. Zhang Dabiao: Commander, my battalion has almost 5,000 people, and I can't accommodate any more. Li Yunlong: Dabiao, the corps is also a regiment. If the superiors don't organize it, there's nothing I can do about it. Wang Xikui: I just killed a Jaap Major General. What's the reward? Li Yunlong: I am a major general and my level is a bit low, so I will reward you with half a catty of sweet potatoes. Chu Yunfei: Brother Yunlong, you and I are joining forces to attack Taiyuan. What do you think? Li Yunlong: Brother Yunfei, after the battle is over, we have to figure out who will own this territory in advance. I won't do it, Old Li.

128 岁 In the Year of Jiazi, When the Princes Are Vying for Hegemony, I Put up the Yellow Scarf Flag Silly Little Wolf HairHistorical979k WordsOngoing 107Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Step by step, first learn the basic principles of Marxism, then look at the introduction to characteristic socialism, truly look at the original intention of the theory and the changes in practice, and understand what socialization and sinicization are. Marxism is not a certain path, but it is a good doctrine for the vast majority of people. "Red Three Kingdoms" is very good, completely guided by communist ideals and full of revolutionary spirit. The third novel was written by myself. I tried to consider the reaction of all walks of life if socialist theory appeared in the Yellow Turban Uprising at the end of Han Dynasty. There may be darker reactions that I did not expect. If you like it, take a look and comment.

129 星 Interstellar: Dear Davari YufeiModern Romance859k WordsCompleted 22.9kReads9.5Score3.9kShelves

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Let the Queen of Red Blades take you on an interstellar journey to communism

130 道 Road: from the National Border Riverside DongfengUrban590k WordsCompleted 1.3kReads6.8Score108Shelves

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This book is very good, and the writing style is also great to read.

131 人 The Stars of Mankind Will Always Shine! How to Eat Fried Rice Without Green Onions?Urban754k WordsCompleted 94Reads—Score—Shelves

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A very interesting red novel

132 从 My Li Yunlong's Iron-Blooded Journey Begins with the Long March The Afterglow of the Sunset999Urban3.1M WordsOngoing 16.8kReads8.0Score746Shelves

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A different Li Yunlong, so red

133 三 Three Kingdoms, Yellow Turban Revolution Steel Falls in Love with ConcreteHistorical273k WordsOngoing 269Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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If a modern man with a red heart ❤️ was allowed to wear his soul on the eve of the Yellow Turban Uprising... What would he do? To assist Liu Bei? Or go to Cao Cao? No! His choice is to create a new revolutionary party! 🌟 Core highlights: 1. Rebellion at the beginning: Don't play tricks, just flip the table directly from the bottom, it's a lot of fun! 2. Concept crushing: Use the "mass line" and "united front" to transform the Yellow Turbans and blaze a new path. 3. Hard-core development: local technology, institutional innovation, and ideological army building, every step is solid and powerful. 4. Tragic hero: Zhang Jiao is no longer a magic stick, but a tragic martyr; famous generals each have their own style, and they are never too clever. This is not the history of a time traveler becoming king, but a magnificent poem by an idealist who spent 55 years personally breaking the law of historical cycles! The mind is wide open, the logic is rigorous, and the blood is boiling! Click to read and witness how "Red Thought" came back to life in the late Eastern Han Dynasty!

134 人 In My Sophomore Year, I Did 749 in the Name of a Monster. All Depends on ThumbsUrban502k WordsOngoing 213Reads8.6Score—Shelves

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Be careful when writing, you may be blocked

135 穿 Travel Through Small Countries and Build a Red Country from Scratch Snow Maple Standing in the Cold LightUrban179k WordsOngoing 22Reads—Score—Shelves

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[Expelling the President... Completed...] [Successfully occupying the Presidential Manor... Completed...] [Occupying the radio station and announcing regime change... Completed...] [Declaring to be the President... Completed...] Just as he was thinking about the matters to be dealt with next, several sudden voices suddenly came to his mind. Santra was confused: "??? What's the sound?" [Congratulations to the host for unlocking the national will system. Do you confirm the binding? ] "What the hell? System? Is the necessary system for time travelers in the novel real?" Yes, Santra is not a native of this world, but a time traveler. Before time travel, his name was not Santra, but Chen Tianming from Dongda University.

142 明 Late Ming Dynasty: Players Are Fierce Lingling General Xing DaorongHistorical763k WordsCompleted 545Reads7.4Score—Shelves

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It's super popular, but it only has to pass dozens of chapters.

143 赤 Scarlet Daming: You Are a Succubus, so You Rebelled? Dream MakerHistorical611k WordsOngoing 37Reads6.7Score—Shelves

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The protagonist has very upright views and sets off a red revolution in a different world.

147 穿 Travel Through the Early Tang Dynasty to Create an Alternative Prosperous Age Zhe YuanHistorical790k WordsCompleted 166Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Plot preview - Chapter 26 The first battle of the fort. June 12, the sixth year of Zhenguan, Longrushan fort. At this time, the fort is not the "abandoned fort" that Ashina Gudulu said. Under the sunlight at noon, the stone joints of the newly built fortress wall showed black and gray patterns, which turned out to be glued and cut with Fenghe cement. When Yao Kemin put down his telescope, Wang Tieniu quickly stepped forward and reported, "We encountered horse thieves scouts five miles outside the fort. After firing warning shots, they not only refused to retreat, but dared to fight back. By the time we caught up, they had already retreated into the fort. It was visually estimated that there were 300 enemy troops, and there were still civilians in the fort." "Did the party members occupy the fort?" Yao Kemin asked. "It doesn't look like it. Judging from the repair of the city wall, it is the craftsmanship of my Han family craftsmen. And Fenghe cement can only be used by Han family craftsmen." "Did the imperial court send troops to garrison it?" Liu Rengui asked. "There is no need for the imperial court to set up a military fort here," Wang Tieniu said, handing over a crossbow arrow. "When we chased to the fort, we shot this thing from the top of the city." The steel seal of "Fenghe Bingshen" on the arrow shaft was clearly visible. Liu Rengui scraped the arrow cluster with his fingernail, and blue-white debris fell down: "The quenched steel mixed with Nanyang iron slag is exactly the system used to support the Northern Expedition in the third year of Zhenguan." There was a muffled "bang" in the distance, and smoke exploded from the southeast corner of the fort. The army craftsman Lao Zhao narrowed his eyes: "It has a range of 200 steps. It is an old-style thunder cannon - the same as the one we sold to the imperial court." "Taiyuan Wang family!" Yao Kemin and Liu Rengui said in unison. "I'll leave the combat to you. Try not to expose the artillery." Yao Kemin asked the two of them. The sixth year of Zhenguan, June 12th, Weishi, outside Longrushan Fort "Load!" Following Wang Tieniu's order, the soldiers of the third company of the first regiment all took out paper bags of fixed ammunition. Senior private Zhao Ergou bit open the ammunition bag with too much force and black powder spread all over the floor. The veteran next to him immediately kicked him: "Idiot! This bag is worth three work points!" There was trouble in the first round of volley. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sporadic gunshots were like firecrackers during the New Year. The face of the third company commander suddenly turned dark - out of the one hundred and twenty flintlock guns in the company, there were more than thirty that misfired. What was even more frightening was that a cloud of white smoke suddenly rose from the position of the seventh squad. A soldier's gunpowder bag was ignited by sparks, causing him to roll on the ground. "Stop shooting! Check the gun!" Veins popped up on Wang Tieniu's forehead. He grabbed a malfunctioning gun and found that the flint in the hammer had become loose at some point - caused by the bumps of the long march. Shen Shi, Chu Mo, Chaotic Battlefield. The private troops in the garrison obviously discovered something unusual. "They're misfiring! Charge!" More than three hundred private soldiers in leather armor poured out from the west gate, with the Taiyuan Wang family's clan emblem clearly painted on the shields in the front row. This should have been a perfect target, but a group of new recruits were in disarray. Some people were busy reloading, some were squatting to repair the gun, and some were so frightened that they threw grenades directly - the "Thor Type 1" blasted a big crater in the open space without hurting the enemy at all. "Ready - release!" Finally half the company completed loading. This time the salvo finally looked like something, and more than twenty of the charging private soldiers fell instantly. But the reloading speed was three times slower than in training - no one remembered to use barrel strips to compact the gunpowder. Shen Shi·Three Moments·Lessons of Blood "Ah! My eyes!" A soldier from the second company screamed and fell to the ground. In his nervousness, this idiot actually forgot to pull the purge out of the gun barrel and fired. The gunpowder gas sprayed out of his tail burned his eyes, and he dropped his gun and rolled on the ground. When the medical soldiers rushed up, they found something even more terrifying: at least a dozen soldiers had blisters on their right hands. The barrels of the guns were overheated after continuous shooting, but some people still used their hands to touch them. "Is this the result of your half-year practice?" Wang Tieniu kicked over the ammunition box. Dozens of missing lead bullets rolled out of the box - it turned out that the culprit of the misfire just now was these careless logistics soldiers. Unity time and post-war review Yao Kemin silently looked through the casualty report: Killed in action: 0 people Wounded: 47 people (39 of them were caused by our own mistakes) Ammunition consumption: An average of 28 rounds per person (the training standard is 5 rounds/field), 150 grenades. Result: 87 enemy soldiers were killed and 213 captured. "Fortunately, the opponent was only a private army." Liu Rengui wiped the blood-stained horizontal knife and sighed. The veteran had to personally lead the cavalry to outflank the enemy to prevent the battle from turning into a joke. In the dusk, Fenghe soldiers were dejectedly cleaning up the battlefield. Someone discovered that there were boxes of "Fenghe Bingshen" arrows piled in the fort's granary - exactly the military supplies that had been embezzled by the Wang family. This ironic discovery explains the problem better than any battle report. In the sixth year of Zhenguan, June 13th, Chenshi, Longrushan Meadow, the morning fog has not yet cleared, and the dewdrops on the grass blades reflect fine golden light in the sunlight. The soldiers of the forward battalion climbed over the ridge on slippery moss, and condensation droplets dripped from the barrels of their guns. Suddenly, the scout walking at the front suddenly raised his hand - the sight in front of them made everyone hold their breath. The vast expanse of meadow is like a green ocean, setting off layers of waves in the morning breeze. Thousands of horses are scattered among them, their coats glowing like satin in the sun. They ate the fat grass leisurely, occasionally flicking their long tails and startling a few colorful butterflies. Without reins or saddles, these horses are as free as the wind in the mountains. On the edge of the meadow, a dozen low thatched sheds stood crookedly, like broken baskets that had been discarded haphazardly. Around the hut, hundreds of man slaves huddled together, looking at the sudden appearance of the army in horror. "For God's sake..." Muttered a young musketeer. These slaves are barely clothed. The men were skinny and skinny, with tattered animal skins wrapped around their waists; the women even had no tops, only covering their lower bodies with rough fur. Their disheveled hair is stained with grass clippings, their skin is covered with whip marks and dirt, and the soles of their feet are as thick as hoofnails - calluses worn out by years of walking barefoot. The most startling thing is their eyes. When the soldiers approached, the slaves did not kneel down and beg for mercy, but huddled together like a herd of frightened animals. A child of about seven or eight years old hugged his mother's leg tightly, whimpering in his mouth, but did not dare to cry loudly. "Don't be afraid, we are Feng..." Wang Tieniu's words stopped abruptly. He saw the scene behind the hay shed - the morning mist was filled with a strange smell of blood and grass. When the scouts pushed aside the last bush, the corpse pit at the edge of the meadow came into view - seven corpses were stacked in a radial pattern, with a boy about thirteen or fourteen years old on top. The military medical officer squatted down and used a dagger to open the festering wound on the boy's chest. "Looking at the extent of the festering, he must have been dead for at least four or five days. The edge of the wound is torn..." He suddenly fell silent and picked out half a rusty arrow cluster from the carrion. Wang Tieniu's pupils shrank suddenly. He was very familiar with this kind of triangular arrowhead - it was the standard equipment used to support the Northern Expedition in the third year of Zhenguan. The arrow tail should have been engraved with "Fenghe Bingshen", but now it was deliberately filed flat. "It was the execution site of Wang's private army." Liu Rengui turned over the corpse with a scabbard. "The neck bone was broken, and there were binding marks on the hands and feet..." His voice suddenly stopped. The last corpse clenched its right hand tightly, and after opening it, half of a Kaiyuan Tongbao was revealed in the palm. The chisel marks on the edge were exactly the same as what Wu Meiniang found yesterday. Suddenly, a heartbreaking cry came from the direction of the hay shed. An old man slave who was so thin that he was out of shape rushed to the side of the corpse pit, and his fingers like dead branches tremblingly stroked the young man's purple face. He lifted up his tattered clothes, revealing the scar with the word "Taiyuan King" on his waist that had been burned with a soldering iron. He pointed to the corpse pit and made a bow gesture. "They used arrows from Fenghe... To execute the escaped Man slaves?" The hand of the army secretary who recorded the story was trembling. A few reflections flashed across the distant ridge. The scout raised his binoculars and saw several figures wearing straw cloaks quickly disappearing. What is exposed on their backs is not a horizontal sword, but a specially made long whip - the tip of the whip is decorated with iron caltrops, which is the iconic weapon of the Taiyuan family's private military horse supervisor. In the sixth year of Zhenguan, on June 13th, at noon, at Longrushan Meadow, when Chen Banxia, ​​the military medical officer, opened the medicine box, a dozen horse slaves backed away in fear, knocking the hay shed to the point of collapse. She simply took off her helmet and swung her long black braids to her chest - this action made the man slaves feel a little calmer. "Treat the child first." She took out the brown pills wrapped in wax, but was knocked down by the old man slave. The old man roared and made gestures of cutting his throat until Xiao Donglei raised her abacus: "Three pounds of corn per person per day, plus two ounces of meat for those who are sick." The first batch of people to receive treatment were war horses. When the horse slaves saw the Fenghe veterinarian giving the same pills to the sick horses, they stretched out their ulcerated hands and feet tremblingly. Chen Banxia found that they all had the same mark on their bodies: the word "" on the left shoulder and numbers on the right shoulder - this was a living account book. When the prisoners were held down in the meadow for interrogation, grains of green salt fell from their trousers. Liu Rengui pinched a few grains and looked at the sun carefully, and sneered: "Taiyuan green salt, mixed with 30% river sand." The private army on the torture rack suddenly broke out, but Wang Tieniu smashed his knees with the butt of his rifle. "This year," the team member was coughing blood, "the head of the family hired the party on the condition that he would be given five liters of salt for every merchant traveler he killed." The transcript gradually revealed the truth: The Wang family occupied the fort in the name of suppressing bandits three years ago, but in fact they were controlling this secret road through Longru Mountain. The horses in the meadow were transported through the tiankeng secret passage at night and traded with Dangxiang in Maiji Mountain. The business road where Ashina was attacked was precisely to cut off this smuggling line for private salt horses. Yao Kemin looked through the account books found in the secret compartment of the fort. On the yellowed parchment, the regular script with iron paintings and silver hooks recorded a shocking transaction: "In November of the fifth year of Zhenguan, I paid fifteen stones of green salt to the Tuoba tribe, and the Fenghe caravan was completely wiped out." "In March of the sixth year of Zhenguan, I collected 200 war horses from the party to offset the loss of salt tax." There is a half-burned letterhead attached to the last page, and the remaining handwriting is still legible: "... The imperial court will conduct an inventory of the salt class soon, and the ordnance of the Bingshen year will be sent soon..." "No wonder they want to kill our people." Ashina Guduulu rubbed the scar on his chest, "My caravan is all equipped with Fenghe's new saddles." When dusk fell, the horse slaves sat around the campfire for the first time. They held the pottery bowl awkwardly, and did not dare to spit out the hot porridge even if it burned their tongues. Little Donglei squatted in front of a child and drew three circles on the board with charcoal: "This is you, this is grandma, this is the new home." Yao Kemin stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the dots of firelight on the meadow. Wu Meiniang stood quietly aside, with the last page of the account book in her hand folded - it recorded the exchanges between the Wang family and a certain official in the Prince's Mansion. "Your Majesty, next..." "Let the horse slaves recover from their injuries." He crushed the salt grains in his palms, "It's time to meet the old friends in Taiyuan." The night wind swept across the meadow, carrying the smell of green salt and blood, and blew away the last ray of sunset.

148 哥 My Brother Is Going to Cultivate Immortality, and My Brother Is Here to Farm. BookwormEastern Fantasy1.6M WordsOngoing 6.9kReads7.5Score514Shelves

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Farming and farming, scientific cultivation of immortality, promote the progress of the cultivation system. This is a progressive world of cultivation, and the older the cultivation method, the better. Gou is not timid, does not show off, and does not slap in the face. No heroine, no system, no cheats. Traditional foundation building, Nascent Soul framework, and new routine settings. Build a workshop, run a market, build a business empire, transform communication symbols into rune phones, cultivate the Internet, and use the Internet to promote the affordability of immortality cultivation methods, self-testing of spiritual roots, and knowledge sharing. Break the monopoly of cultivation resources, lower the threshold of cultivation, and promote the cultivation of immortality by all people. To promote the development of the world of immortality, the older the skills and weapons are, the better. Cultivation is not about one person becoming an immortal, but leading a team and promoting the development of immortality in other worlds...

149 短 Short Video: Red Shocks Emperors and Generals Xiangxi Peach FishHistorical189k WordsCompleted 28Reads8.0Score—Shelves

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Wherever you look, there is China, and the five stars are shining with faith. We are willing to protect China in this prosperous age with our youth. We are all sharpshooters. Every bullet destroys an enemy. We are all flying troops, even if the mountains are high and the water is deep. In the secret forest, there are campsites of comrades everywhere, and on the high hills, there are countless good brothers. No food, no clothing, only the enemy sent forward, no guns, no cannons, the enemy made them for us, we grew up here, every inch of land is our own, no matter who wants it. In Qianshan District, we fought him to the ground. The wind is roaring, the horses are braying, the Yellow River is roaring, the Yellow River is roaring, the mountains in the west of Hexi are tens of thousands of feet high, and the sorghum is ripe in the east of Hebei and Hebei. There are many anti-Japanese heroes in the mountains, and there are guerrilla athletes who have become heroes in the green gauze tent. Picking up soil and grabbing foreign goods, brandishing swords and spears, they defend their hometown, defend the Yellow River, defend North China, and defend the whole of China. Hit with one punch to avoid hundreds of punches coming. These are for our cutest people