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Just as they were carefully searching for clues by the river, a slight rustling sound came from the bushes not far away. Then, a tired figure slowly emerged—it was the little girl's mother!
"Mom!" The little girl broke free from Zhao De's hand and ran away. The two hugged each other tightly, tears streaming down their faces. The surrounding crowd was also moved, and many people quietly wiped away their tears.
"Thanks to the hero Zhao De, you and your daughter were able to reunite. What a joyous occasion!" the fisherman exclaimed.
Chapter 705 Galloping at full speed
Chapter 705 Galloping at full speed
"Brother Zhao, you are truly a great benefactor to our whole family!" The little girl's mother wiped away her tears and thanked him repeatedly.
Zhao De waved his hand and said with a smile, "No need to be so polite, it's what I should do. Now that you're reunited, just live your lives well."
In the midst of this warm atmosphere, a series of hurried footsteps approached from afar, and the cloaked traveler reappeared in everyone's sight, his expression unusually solemn.
"Zhao De, something terrible has happened. The tyrant in the north has amassed a large army and intends to annex the surrounding peaceful villages. The beacon of hope you conveyed is exactly what they fear. Are you ready? This will be a tough battle."
Zhao De's eyes sharpened. He looked at the mother and daughter who had been reunited, then at the little boy beside him and the villagers who were offering their support. He made a decision.
“I will go. To protect all of this, to ensure lasting peace, I must fight.” Zhao De’s words were resolute and unwavering.
The little boy clenched his fist and said firmly, "Brother Zhao De, I'll go with you. I want to protect everyone too!"
The little girl's mother held her daughter's hand, her eyes filled with reluctance, but finally nodded: "Go, Zhao De. We will wait here for your triumphant return."
The crowd erupted in cheers once more, and words of support and encouragement flooded towards Zhao De. They knew that this young hero was about to embark on a difficult journey, but behind him, countless hearts were closely linked, all eagerly anticipating victory.
“Then, let’s go.” Zhao De said to the little boy, then turned to the crowd, his voice firm and warm, “Please believe that no matter how bumpy the road ahead may be, hope and justice will eventually illuminate the darkness.”
Amidst the eager gazes of the crowd, Zhao De and the little boy resolutely turned and embarked on their journey northward. Their figures gradually disappeared into the distant horizon, leaving behind only the powerful shouts echoing behind them:
"Go for it, Zhao De! We believe in you!"
A mountain breeze picked up, carrying a hint of chill, but it couldn't dampen the enthusiasm in people's hearts. Zhao De and the little boy disappeared at the end of the road, and the villagers lingered, their voices rising and falling in discussion.
"I never imagined that Zhao De, who is so approachable, could be such a hero," the vegetable vendor exclaimed to the woman beside her.
"Yes, he usually seems like the friendly older brother next door, but he always steps up to protect everyone in crucial moments," the woman replied, her eyes shining with admiration.
Not far away, several children imitated Zhao De, waving wooden sticks and their eyes filled with longing for the hero. "When I grow up, I want to be like Brother Zhao De!" a little boy shouted, drawing laughter from those around him.
Under an old locust tree at the village entrance, an elderly man with white hair fanned himself and slowly said, "There are many heroes in the world, but Zhao De is different because he has great love in his heart. He does not seek fame or fortune, but only wants to protect every ordinary smile."
Upon hearing this, the young man next to him nodded thoughtfully: "The old man is right. Not only is Master Zhao De highly skilled in martial arts, but his care for the weak is something that makes us young people feel ashamed of ourselves."
Just then, a messenger arrived on horseback, temporarily quelling the village's commotion. He announced loudly, "Fellow villagers, Hero Zhao has reached the northern front lines! It is said that he has joined forces with the local righteous men to prepare to fight against the tyrant's army!"
Chapter 706 Not Fighting Alone
Chapter 706 Not Fighting Alone
Upon hearing this, the entire village seemed to be invigorated by an invisible force, with cheers and applause mingling together to form a magnificent battle song.
"Brother Zhao De, keep going!" The little girl held her mother's hand tightly, looking up at the north. Although there was worry in her eyes, there was even more determination.
"He will definitely win," the mother comforted her daughter, her eyes filled with trust and pride.
Meanwhile, in the far north, Zhao De, the young boy, and various righteous warriors were ready to set off, facing a dark, menacing enemy army. Despite the overwhelming disparity in strength, Zhao De remained remarkably calm.
"Brother Zhao, can we really win?" The little boy's voice trembled slightly, but the determination in his eyes remained unwavering.
Zhao De patted him on the shoulder and smiled, "Remember, true strength does not come from the number of people, but from the unwavering belief in our hearts. As long as we are united, there is no difficulty we cannot overcome."
Just as the two sides were locked in a standoff, Zhao De took out his flute and began to play softly. The melodious flute music pierced through the clamor of the battlefield, seemingly possessing some kind of magic that gradually eased the tense atmosphere.
"This is... Zhao De's flute music?" A deep voice rang out from the enemy ranks. It was the tyrant's deputy general, whose face showed an expression of disbelief.
The flute music seemed to carry the scent of spring breezes, blooming flowers, flowing rivers, and endless peace and tranquility. Hearing this otherworldly melody, many soldiers hesitated, and some even quietly laid down their weapons.
"This is not just a battle, but an awakening of the soul." Zhao De's voice, along with the sound of the flute, spread to every corner of the battlefield. "We did not come to conquer, but to protect, so that more people can laugh freely and live peacefully like they do today."
The tyrant stood on high ground, gazing at the scene, his expression a complex mix of emotions. He had never imagined that a mere individual could so easily sway the morale of his army with a single flute melody.
Just as everyone was immersed in the magic of the flute music, a loud horn blast pierced the sky. It was the horn of justice, the reinforcements spontaneously organized by the surrounding villages after learning of Zhao De's whereabouts.
"It seems this battle isn't over yet." Zhao De smiled slightly, put away his flute, and looked resolutely at the approaching reinforcements. "Get ready, we are not fighting alone."
The little boy tightened his grip on the sword, his eyes shining: "Brother Zhao De, I will follow in your footsteps and protect this land together."
As the battlefield shifts and a new chapter begins, Zhao De, the little boy, and those who answered the call of hope are writing a legend, letting light dispel darkness and letting love and courage live on forever.
"Hero Zhao De, can you see us? We're here!" As the shouts of reinforcements grew closer, the northern horizon was illuminated by the light of hope.
"Look, reinforcements! Zhao De is truly a blessed man, always able to receive help at the most crucial moments." Under the old locust tree at the village entrance, an elderly man with white hair chuckled, fanning himself, his eyes filled with anticipation for the future.
"Yes, I heard that these reinforcements all came voluntarily. Zhao De's personal charisma is sharper than any weapon," the young man beside him exclaimed, his words filled with admiration for Zhao De.
Chapter 707 The Road Ahead is Covered in Thorns
Chapter 707 The Road Ahead is Covered in Thorns
Meanwhile, on the northern front, the morale of Zhao De and the little boy's unit soared to unprecedented heights thanks to the arrival of reinforcements. Among the reinforcements, a burly man patted his comrade on the back and exclaimed with hearty laughter, "I knew it! Following the hero Zhao De was the right choice! This isn't just a battle, it's a battle of faith in the future!"
The little boy looked up at Zhao De, his eyes sparkling: "Brother Zhao De, they all came because of you. You are our hope."
Zhao De gently shook his head, his warm gaze sweeping over everyone: "It's not because of me, but because of our shared belief, the resonance of every person with a sense of justice. We are each other's hope."
On the battlefield, the two armies faced each other, but the atmosphere was no longer simply one of tense standoff. Within the tyrant's army, many soldiers began to exchange private conversations, their faces filled with doubt and contemplation.
"Who exactly is this Zhao De? Why do even some of us admire him?" a young soldier asked the veteran next to him in a low voice.
The veteran squinted, lost in thought: "The legendary Zhao De is not only a master of martial arts, but more importantly, he can ignite the purest flame in people's hearts, making them willing to follow him even if the road ahead is full of thorns."
Just then, Zhao De stepped forward, holding a long sword, the tip lightly touching the ground, his voice steady and powerful: "We are not fighting violence with violence, we are fighting for justice, to protect our homeland, and to keep every innocent smile undisturbed. Tyrant, listen carefully, lay down your weapons and restore peace to the world, that is your only way out."
The tyrant's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty. After a long silence, he suddenly burst into laughter, a bitter laugh tinged with malice: "Zhao De, you are indeed a formidable opponent. But do you think this will make me submit? This play is far from over."
As soon as he finished speaking, a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky above the battlefield: dark clouds rolled in, lightning flashed and thunder roared, as if even the heavens and earth changed color. The soldiers around him panicked, but Zhao De, the little boy, and the warriors around him remained unmoved, their eyes resolute.
"It seems the time has come," Zhao De said softly, then pointed his sword at the sky. An inexplicable power surged from his body, surrounding him and forming dazzling halos.
The little boy's face turned bright red with excitement: "Brother Zhao De, this is..."
"This is the power of belief, and the resonance of justice in everyone's hearts," Zhao De smiled. "We are not isolated islands; everyone has an ocean in their heart. When these oceans converge, they can create a giant wave that changes the world."
At this critical moment, a woman riding a fine horse galloped out from the reinforcements and headed straight for Zhao De. She was dressed in silver armor, and looked heroic and valiant; she was none other than the female general whom Zhao De had once rescued.
“Zhao De, I’ve finally caught up.” She reined in her horse and stopped in front of Zhao De, her eyes shining with determination. “I have brought the last elite of the empire. We will fight side by side until the dawn of victory illuminates the land.”
Zhao De nodded, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit: "Welcome to join us, let's welcome the dawn together."
The atmosphere on the battlefield is tense once again, and the clash between the various forces is about to reach its climax. The battle between justice and evil, the confrontation between beliefs and power, is about to reveal the final answer.
"No matter the outcome, tonight we will be remembered by history." Zhao De's voice echoed across the battlefield, and the little boy held his hand tightly. Surrounded by the crowd, the two stood like an unshakable monument amidst the turbulent wind and rain.
Chapter 708 Everyone is ready
Chapter 708 Everyone is ready
"Hero Zhao De, you are truly the pride of all of us!" An old man's voice choked with emotion, yet filled with hope, came from the crowd.
“Yes, no matter the outcome, at least we stood here bravely, fighting to the last moment for the justice in our hearts,” a young man followed closely behind, his words filled with determination.
Night fell, but in everyone's heart, there was a light—the trust in Zhao De, the desire for victory, and the unwavering belief in a better future.
"Then let us join hands and face this final battle!" As Zhao De's words fell, the entire battlefield seemed to be filled with an indomitable will. Everyone was ready to fight to the death for that sky woven from love and courage.
"Look! It's Lord Zhao De and that valiant female general!" a young soldier pointed at the two and excitedly shouted to those around him. People turned to look, their eyes filled with reverence and anticipation for the heroes.
"The legendary Zhao De, seeing him today, truly lives up to his reputation." On the other side, an elderly veteran wiped away his tears and murmured, "I haven't seen such an inspiring scene in many years."
Just then, a commotion arose in the tyrant's army. A mysterious figure clad in black robes slowly stepped forward, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Zhao De, though you have the support of the people, the laws of this world are always written by strength. Do you think you can defeat me with a few slogans and vague beliefs? You are far too naive."
Upon hearing this, Zhao De remained calm and smiled indifferently: "Power is certainly important, but what is more powerful than power is the indelible belief in people's hearts. The scepter in your hand can bring fear, but it can never win true loyalty."
"Loyalty?" The man in black scoffed. "In this world, only the victors have a voice; the losers are only fit to grovel on the ground."
"Is that so?" Zhao De's gaze hardened, pointing his sword at the man in black robes. "Then let me show you whether the power of belief and justice can overturn your so-called law of the victor."
As Zhao De finished speaking, the surrounding warriors roared in unison, their fighting spirit surging like a tidal wave. The little boy looked up at Zhao De, his eyes shining with admiration: "Brother Zhao De, I want to become a hero like you!"
"You will. Everyone has the seed of becoming a hero in their heart; all you need is the right opportunity and persistent effort," Zhao De said, patting the boy's shoulder to encourage him.
Just as the two sides were locked in a tense standoff, the strange phenomenon in the sky became increasingly obvious. A dazzling light pierced through the dark clouds and shot straight down, landing between Zhao De and the female general, forming a shimmering barrier that tightly surrounded them.
The crowd was shocked and began to discuss the matter.
"What...what kind of magic is this?"
"My God, Lord Zhao De is blessed by the heavens!"
"It seems that the light of justice truly exists!"
Amidst gasps of amazement, Zhao De and the female general exchanged a smile, seemingly reaching a silent understanding. Then, Zhao De took a deep breath, his voice resounding through the heavens: "Friends, this moment is not merely our battle, but the shared pursuit of a better future in everyone's hearts. Regardless of the outcome, let our actions inspire future generations to fight for freedom and peace until the world truly welcomes the light!"
Chapter 709 Indifference
Chapter 709 Indifference