- "Your heart is free, have the courage to pursue it". The melodious and melodious sound of bagpipes crossed the sea, through the woods, and drifted over the mountains and rivers, resounding through the Scottish island of the 13th century, and the lingering sound was endless. The dense fog still can't hide the stalwart shores of famous mountains and rivers. On such a peaceful and harmonious island, a storm is brewing under the calm lake. And the man who was destined to be extraordinary in his life was quietly born in a small village in Scotland. He may not know that his name will be sung by people and remembered forever by future generations. These are turbulent times. Little William saw the hanging corpses. The corpses were covered in blood and smelled of corpses. A cruel scene came into William's eyes. His eyes are so pure, but if you look closely, there is a flame that only belongs to a lion in the blue eyes, and that flame seems to be able to burn the grasslands of Scotland in winter. His own villagers were slaughtered, and since then a seed of revenge was planted in William's heart, which took root and sprouted in the years to come, blooming the most beautiful flower - the flower of freedom. What exactly makes a boy really grow into a man? A few injured people from the same village came back slowly with their carts, the cotton cloth covering the stuff on the carts wafting in the wind. It was his father's body. William didn't dare to turn around to look, he was afraid that he would never be able to be himself again; he was afraid that he would recall his father's promise to him "see you tomorrow". But at this moment, he finally couldn't help it, and let the tears flow like rain. Where do the so-called heroes go after they die? At his father's funeral, the priest's Latin eulogy was solemn and solemn. William's thoughts seemed to follow his father's soul into the distance. Father must continue to fight in heaven, right? Is my father still looking at me? Father, how much I miss you... The girl struggled to get rid of her mother's hand, ran to William, carefully handed him the purple flower in her hand, and said nothing, watching with sympathy and consolation. william. This moment of staring is eternity. She didn't say anything, and didn't have to say anything, because he and her tacitly agreed. In troubled times, boys and girls finally meet, and the great encounters in the world seem to be reunions after a long absence. Years later, the girl was long gone. William was sitting in the flowerbed of the moonlit night with his heavy sword. The moon wheel sprinkled on the petals with a silver light. It was very beautiful and pure, just like when William accidentally touched the girl's face. , But the flowers in front of ten miles can't match the beauty of the purple flower. He thought about her silently, for a long time, a long time... Another sleepless night. The sound of horse hooves came from far to near, and the man finally appeared. The white horse under his crotch was handsome and handsome, and his mane fluttered in the wind. It was his uncle, Yagai. He is a beam of warm light that shines into William's world, and there is no more darkness in the corner from now on. Uncle and William finally Cheng, to the center of the whirlpool of the world. The door of the world finally opened to him, and the boy with the eyes of a lion, roaring and raising his sword, stepped into the battlefield of Scotland, swung at everything that was contrary to freedom, and announced his arrival to the world. Light and shadow flow, time flies. The boys and girls in my memory have finally grown up. They rode high-headed steeds and ran wild, regardless of the return date; they had long conversations in the sunset, and they rubbed their ears and temples; they talked about everything. Despite the long absence, they are still very close. William and Molang are free in their world, forgetting the time, the years, and the pain. "I think of you every day" "Have you been to Rome? What does it look like?" "It's beautiful without you" The deep affection in that glance is the promise of my life. The setting sun is like blood, and the two figures in the darkness are cuddling each other, which is a moment of sweetness in the chaotic world. A day is always so short and parting is so difficult. When it was hard to part, William gave Molang a token. That was the purple flower she gave him. The flowers have long been dried up and made into specimens, wrapped in delicate handkerchiefs. Over the years, maybe the village has changed, the land has changed, and even the people I know have changed, but my feelings for you have never changed. Just like the moon wheel in the sky, even if it is cloudy and sunny, its bright light will still shine on the land of Scotland and between you and my heart. They love each other deeply, just like the stars accompanying the moon, never leaving. They decided to marry in secret, and despite the opposition of Molang's family, William and Molang made an appointment at night, a priest, a cross, a pair of lovers, and a token to complete the "grand" wedding. Girls may always think about how luxurious the wedding will be and how many guests will be when they get married, but when you really meet the person you love and cannot extricate yourself, all these forms seem to be different. important. Only him is enough. She was so beautiful, with soft blonde hair that cascaded down to her waist, with stars shining in her eyes. Even simple clothes can hardly conceal her unique temperament. She was too dazzling, and finally brought disaster. When a soldier was so lustful that he was about to rape Molang, William threw a stone at the soldier and let Molang run away quickly. Morang was eventually intercepted and executed in public, and William lost his love forever. Anger burned in William's chest, it was a peerless flame, and the lion finally showed its claws. Alone, riding a horse and returning empty-handed. But do lions need weapons? Gain momentum, dive, bite, the simplest and most brutal way! He raised his head proudly and roared at the feudal Chu Yequan, as if there were thousands of troops. He wants revenge for her. The fellow villagers also acted righteously. They used stones, long hair, and Axe, shouted to the dark feudal rule, no! They also long for freedom! William killed the lord in the same way, he slit his throat. His love for Molang was buried with Molang's body in the ground that never saw the light of day, no longer nostalgic, he never had tears, tears are the attitude of the weak, and he is a mighty lion, he wants revenge, Revenge, revenge! What is true love? It was William who cried bitterly every night while holding Molang's body, asking the sky why we were not destined to be together before we started; what is home? When the iron hooves of England break through the tranquility of Scotland, there is no more; why protect yourself? If the scattered tribes are still scattered, and the scattered people's hearts are still scattered, they will all become lonely ghosts in the future. So they condense, they unite, like the last light of the black apocalypse! They fight, they roar, fight for the last freedom and dignity! They're going to tell the world, what the fuck is the first night right, the children of Scotland are no longer yours! Scotland is free! Later generations have mixed praise and criticism for William Wallace, some say that he was violent and killed hundreds of people. He had no regular army, no organization, but it was clear that the uprising was very effective. Historiography is divided, and they all speculate on what gave him such power. But he, just for a woman, he fights for Molang and is the enemy of the world. Otherwise, whenever he dreams of Molang sitting for a long time under the moonlit night, his conscience will be disturbed. In this way he will say, at least I have worked hard for you. Meanwhile, Edward Longlegs had his son marry a French princess. This political marriage will not make all parties happy, and the princess will stare out the window in a daze for a long night. That's where the hometown is. The insurgent army grew rapidly, and the news of William's repeated battles and victories finally reached the court, the nobles, and the king's ears. The king personally sent his son to lead the northern army to conquer the insurgent army. The war has finally come. But the number of the rebel army was too small, only one-third of the northern army. Many people are confused by the outnumbered approach, and they hesitate. In front of an army like an ant colony. Seeing that the rebel army was about to collapse, just as their hope was lost, the savior William appeared. He was blue-colored, dancing a giant blade, and his horse neighed, like a god of war descending. What can you do without freedom? How many years later, when you are getting old and knowing that death is coming, you will still regret the opportunity you missed, just one chance, what if you take it? Maybe I will die, I will die miserably... But I am not reconciled, I will even use my switch to take that day, because... Because that is the voice of the deepest heart, that is the fight for freedom! All the people are no longer hesitant, no longer confused, shouting the slogan of freedom, if there is an enemy to stop, then step over and crush him them! They can't take our freedom away! The victory of the war was destined to belong to the insurgents. They have formed an army of tens of thousands from a small team of a dozen people. The fruits of victory were of course sweet, and they decided to expedition to England. Let them be thwarted in their own land. Yorkshire fell. Just like God deliberately favored them, the rebel army has always blocked and killed God, and Buddha has blocked and killed Buddha. They are like a bunch of the last days, shining bright everywhere they go, they liberate slaves and bring freedom to the people. Finally, the royal family could not sit idly by, and King Long-legged Edward sent the beautiful Princess of Wales to represent the king to persuade William to make peace - on the pretext of peace. What is peace in the mouths of nobles? The nobles give you titles, land, gold and silver, and women, on the condition that you stop going on, go back to being an honest farmer, and live your own little life. But is this true peace? (William and the Princess meet at last, just as a lion meets a rose.) War is still inevitable. Because Murray and Lucland were bought by the king, it directly led to the failure of the rebel army. When William tore off the helmets of the king's cavalry, he saw the utter despair on his face, the stinging deep into his bones. It was the face of Count Robert of France, but he was the person he trusted the most... He couldn't believe it. William fell on the grass, gasping for breath, he felt suffocated, the betrayal friend hurt the softest part of his heart. He was really tired, so tired that he just wanted to lie on the grass and look at the sky, thinking about nothing. All hope is lost. He failed. It was not the sword wound or the heavy cavalry that defeated him, but the betrayal of a friend who was born and died. Where will the trust be? ! What is the principle? ! Robert deceived William for the second time. Even so, William took his life to go to that gambling-like invitation - just for the eternal fire of freedom in his heart. Finally, the god of death came quietly, announcing the hero's fall. The lion who once dominated the battlefield has now been pulled out of his minions, framed and thrown into prison. "Everyone dies, but not everyone actually lives." That was his answer. Yes, for the belief of freedom in my heart, although I die nine times, I still have no regrets! It's just bloodshed, it's just sacrifice, but William wants to let people in this world no longer be deceived by feudal ideology, and not let the dark clouds cover the sky! Jail, night. William closed his eyes and prayed, "I'm so scared." Did he just die like this? A person, alone, after death, where will the soul belong? Will my faith be passed on? But, but... I'm so unwilling... The moonlight shines through the window like silver shattered on the ground. "God, give me the strength to die with dignity." This is William Wallace's final request. The first ray of morning light shines in, and this is the time of eternal jue. William is on his way. The execution ground was noisy, and people were curious about what kind of person the victim was, and what was the difference that made him make such waves in this country, and people stopped to stare. The wheels of the criminal carriage slowly passed by, and the crowd was dead silent. The old man, the child, the man, and the woman all stared at William, who was being held in custody. What's that look like? It's like a mouse watching the street, no, it's not a mouse, it's a lion that used to be majestic but has its minions pulled out. People's eyes are full of resentment, anger, and fear. The execution begins immediately. On Xingtai, William was tortured without saying a word. That is the last dignity of the life that is about to pass, and he will never bow his proud head to the king! Is it finally over? Is this the end? The crack of the car caused all the bones in his body to be broken, and he could no longer do any movement. He just lay on the torture tool like that, his blue eyes looking desperately at the blue sky, as if everything would be gone away from him. He couldn't hear anything, and memories, tears, friendships... all died on the wind with the Scottish bagpipes. He no longer misses. Suddenly, he decided to say something, he had to say something, or he would die! William gasped for breath to fill his lungs with plenty of oxygen. He gritted his teeth, stared at him, clenched his fists, adjusted his breath, choked his throat, and used the last of his strength, as if he were the king of the world. The Lion King roared at all beings in the world when the candle of life was about to burn out—— "Free..." "Freeee..." "Freedoom!!!" When he was dying, he saw Mo Lang in the crowd, she was still the same Beautiful, as she was when she first met. The years are quiet, and the Iraqis are still there. The tenderness is like water, and the good season is like a dream... Facing the god of death holding the sickle high, he is no longer afraid, but smiles with relief. William finally meets Morang. Knife up, head down. Molang's handkerchief slipped from William's hand, and the breeze blew the handkerchief, twirling in the wind, and finally fell to the ground. The blood on the ground colored the delicate and delicate flowers on the handkerchief, just like in the past, as charming as ever, and solitary. After many years, William's faith still prevails. The Scottish people who yearn for freedom use heavy swords, carry knives and axes, and run towards the enemy on the battlefield! They roared, they fought, and they swore that the shackles of freedom would never die! With such a big wave, people stopped and stared. The wheels of the criminal carriage slowly passed by, and the crowd was dead silent. The old man, the child, the man, and the woman all stared at William, who was being held in custody. What's that look like? It's like a mouse watching the street, no, it's not a mouse, it's a lion that used to be majestic but has its minions pulled out. People's eyes are full of resentment, anger, and fear. The execution begins immediately. On Xingtai, William was tortured without saying a word. That is the last dignity of the life that is about to pass, and he will never bow his proud head to the king! Is it finally over? Is this the end? The crack of the car caused all the bones in his body to be broken, and he could no longer do any movement. He just lay on the torture tool like that, his blue eyes looking desperately at the blue sky, as if everything would be gone away from him. He couldn't hear anything, and memories, tears, friendships... all died on the wind with the Scottish bagpipes. He no longer misses. Suddenly, he decided to say something, he had to say something, or he would die! William gasped for breath to fill his lungs with plenty of oxygen. He gritted his teeth, stared at him, clenched his fists, adjusted his breath, choked his throat, and used the last of his strength, as if he were the king of the world. The Lion King roared at all beings in the world when the candle of life was about to burn out—— "Free..." "Freeee..." "Freedoom!!!" When he was dying, he saw Mo Lang in the crowd, she was still the same Beautiful, as she was when she first met. The years are quiet, and the Iraqis are still there. The tenderness is like water, and the good season is like a dream... Facing the god of death holding the sickle high, he is no longer afraid, but smiles with relief. William finally meets Morang. Knife up, head down. Molang's handkerchief slipped from William's hand, and the breeze blew the handkerchief, twirling in the wind, and finally fell to the ground. The blood on the ground colored the delicate and delicate flowers on the handkerchief, just like in the past, as charming as ever, and solitary. After many years, William's faith still prevails. The Scottish people who yearn for freedom use heavy swords, carry knives and axes, and run towards the enemy on the battlefield! They roared, they fought, and they swore that the shackles of freedom would never die! With such a big wave, people stopped and stared. The wheels of the criminal carriage slowly passed by, and the crowd was dead silent. The old man, the child, the man, and the woman all stared at William, who was being held in custody. What's that look like? It's like a mouse watching the street, no, it's not a mouse, it's a lion that used to be majestic but has its minions pulled out. People's eyes are full of resentment, anger, and fear. The execution begins immediately. On Xingtai, William was tortured without saying a word. That is the last dignity of the life that is about to pass, and he will never bow his proud head to the king! Is it finally over? Is this the end? The crack of the car caused all the bones in his body to be broken, and he could no longer do any movement. He just lay on the torture tool like that, his blue eyes looking desperately at the blue sky, as if everything would be gone away from him. He couldn't hear anything, and memories, tears, friendships... all died on the wind with the Scottish bagpipes. He no longer misses. Suddenly, he decided to say something, he had to say something, or he would die! William gasped for breath to fill his lungs with plenty of oxygen. He gritted his teeth, stared at him, clenched his fists, adjusted his breath, choked his throat, and used the last of his strength, as if he were the king of the world. The Lion King roared at all beings in the world when the candle of life was about to burn out—— "Free..." "Freeee..." "Freedoom!!!" When he was dying, he saw Mo Lang in the crowd, she was still the same Beautiful, as she was when she first met. The years are quiet, and the Iraqis are still there. The tenderness is like water, and the good season is like a dream... Facing the god of death holding the sickle high, he is no longer afraid, but smiles with relief. William finally meets Morang. Knife up, head down. Molang's handkerchief slipped from William's hand, and the breeze blew the handkerchief, twirling in the wind, and finally fell to the ground. The blood on the ground colored the delicate and delicate flowers on the handkerchief, just like in the past, as charming as ever, and solitary. After many years, William's faith still prevails. The Scottish people who yearn for freedom use heavy swords, carry knives and axes, and run towards the enemy on the battlefield! They roared, they fought, and they swore that the shackles of freedom would never die! The last dignity of his life, he will never bow his proud head to the king! Is it finally over? Is this the end? The crack of the car caused all the bones in his body to be broken, and he could no longer do any movement. He just lay on the torture tool like that, his blue eyes looking desperately at the blue sky, as if everything would be gone away from him. He couldn't hear anything, and memories, tears, friendships... all died on the wind with the Scottish bagpipes. He no longer misses. Suddenly, he decided to say something, he had to say something, or he would die! William gasped for breath to fill his lungs with plenty of oxygen. He gritted his teeth, stared at him, clenched his fists, adjusted his breath, choked his throat, and used the last of his strength, as if he were the king of the world. The Lion King roared at all beings in the world when the candle of life was about to burn out—— "Free..." "Freeee..." "Freedoom!!!" When he was dying, he saw Mo Lang in the crowd, she was still the same Beautiful, as she was when she first met. The years are quiet, and the Iraqis are still there. The tenderness is like water, and the good season is like a dream... Facing the god of death holding the sickle high, he is no longer afraid, but smiles with relief. William finally meets Morang. Knife up, head down. Molang's handkerchief slipped from William's hand, and the breeze blew the handkerchief, twirling in the wind, and finally fell to the ground. The blood on the ground colored the delicate and delicate flowers on the handkerchief, just like in the past, as charming as ever, and solitary. After many years, William's faith still prevails. The Scottish people who yearn for freedom use heavy swords, carry knives and axes, and run towards the enemy on the battlefield! They roared, they fought, and they swore that the shackles of freedom would never die! The last dignity of his life, he will never bow his proud head to the king! Is it finally over? Is this the end? The crack of the car caused all the bones in his body to be broken, and he could no longer do any movement. He just lay on the torture tool like that, his blue eyes looking desperately at the blue sky, as if everything would be gone away from him. He couldn't hear anything, and memories, tears, friendships... all died on the wind with the Scottish bagpipes. He no longer misses. Suddenly, he decided to say something, he had to say something, or he would die! William gasped for breath to fill his lungs with plenty of oxygen. He gritted his teeth, stared at him, clenched his fists, adjusted his breath, choked his throat, and used the last of his strength, as if he were the king of the world. The Lion King roared at all beings in the world when the candle of life was about to burn out—— "Free..." "Freeee..." "Freedoom!!!" When he was dying, he saw Mo Lang in the crowd, she was still the same Beautiful, as she was when she first met. The years are quiet, and the Iraqis are still there. The tenderness is like water, and the good season is like a dream... Facing the god of death holding the sickle high, he is no longer afraid, but smiles with relief. William finally meets Morang. Knife up, head down. Molang's handkerchief slipped from William's hand, and the breeze blew the handkerchief, twirling in the wind, and finally fell to the ground. The blood on the ground colored the delicate and delicate flowers on the handkerchief, just like in the past, as charming as ever, and solitary. After many years, William's faith still prevails. The Scottish people who yearn for freedom use heavy swords, carry knives and axes, and run towards the enemy on the battlefield! They roared, they fought, and they swore that the shackles of freedom would never die! Rei, as she was when she first met. The years are quiet, and the Iraqis are still there. The tenderness is like water, and the good season is like a dream... Facing the god of death holding the sickle high, he is no longer afraid, but smiles with relief. William finally meets Morang. Knife up, head down. Molang's handkerchief slipped from William's hand, and the breeze blew the handkerchief, twirling in the wind, and finally fell to the ground. The blood on the ground colored the delicate and delicate flowers on the handkerchief, just like in the past, as charming as ever, and solitary. After many years, William's faith still prevails. The Scottish people who yearn for freedom use heavy swords, carry knives and axes, and run towards the enemy on the battlefield! They roared, they fought, and they swore that the shackles of freedom would never die! Rei, as she was when she first met. The years are quiet, and the Iraqis are still there. The tenderness is like water, and the good season is like a dream... Facing the god of death holding the sickle high, he is no longer afraid, but smiles with relief. William finally meets Morang. Knife up, head down. Molang's handkerchief slipped from William's hand, and the breeze blew the handkerchief, twirling in the wind, and finally fell to the ground. The blood on the ground colored the delicate and delicate flowers on the handkerchief, just like in the past, as charming as ever, and solitary. After many years, William's faith still prevails. The Scottish people who yearn for freedom use heavy swords, carry knives and axes, and run towards the enemy on the battlefield! They roared, they fought, and they swore that the shackles of freedom would never die!
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