The further inside, the fewer and fewer people there were, until there were no more people. Although Xiang Ning had never been here, he knew that Xia Longwu's tomb was brought here yesterday.
Here, there is not only Xia Longwu, but also many generals who have died in battles outside the territory since Xiang Ning established the Hall of Heroes. Many people feel that those who are born and die are warriors, and commanders, generals, and commanders are all commanding in the safest place.
However, how many people will think carefully about which commander, general, and commander-in-chief did not come from the ranks of soldiers step by step? They can become these, undoubtedly because their meritorious service has met sufficient requirements and they have rich
He has battlefield experience and directs operations, which plays a greater role than letting him go to the battlefield in person.
Including Xiang Ning, looking at Xiang Ning from the earth to the universe, did he suddenly become the commander-in-chief or something? No, even if Xiang Ning became the commander-in-chief, at that time he was not at the forefront and fought with the soldiers?
On the contrary, the reason why these commanders, generals and generals fight in the safest place shows that the battlefield is extremely cruel. They all know that commanding in a safe place is not even a safe place, but
You can only imagine how cruel the battlefield has become.
From a dangerous place to a safe place, does the commander have a chance to escape? Yes, but why do they appear here?
Isn’t that enough to explain everything?
Looking at everyone here, Xiang Ning knew them all. Each one of them was a comrade he had fought with in the battle against the demons.
"I'm sorry, it's been so long since I came to see you for the first time." Xiang Ning put down the flower basket and mentally placed the flowers in front of the tombstones.
Xiang Ning stood in front of these tombstones for a long time without moving. It was evening when he came. The sun was setting and the orange light was shining here. Many people had already begun to leave. It was indeed a bit strange to be in the cemetery at night.
Xiang Ning is also preparing to leave. There are some things that you can miss, but you don't have to be overly sad. The nurse girl was right. The dead rest in peace, and the living should move forward.
At this moment, a familiar voice sounded to Xiang Ning. It seemed to be the boss of the flower seller.
He looked puzzled.
And just when he was about to go out and take a look, a child ran towards him. The child looked at Xiang Ning and said, "Uncle, we meet again."
Xiang Ning looked at this person who was riding a children's stroller. In the basket, on his back, and on the rope behind him was a small stroller. They were all flowers named Tiannuo that Xiang Ning had bought before.
"Kid, what are you..."
"Send flowers." He jumped off the stroller. There were more than a dozen steps in front of where Xiang Ning was standing. The little boy walked up and saw that there were already flowers everywhere. He looked towards
Xiang Ning said: "Uncle, did you just show this?"
Xiang Ning nodded, not understanding what the little boy wanted to do.
"Okay, then I'll put it somewhere else." Then Xiang Ning saw the little boy placed one by one in front of the tombstone without flowers. Xiang Ning also heard in his ears that the flower seller also
It was the voice of this little boy's father. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he sounded a bit like a naughty boy.
"Xiao Xu, are you there? It's too late. My brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts are all going to have a rest. Come out quickly. Do you hear me?"
Xiang Ning looked at the little boy who was placing flowers in front of the tombstone with a serious look on his face. He looked at this scene: "Your father is calling you, why don't you answer?"
"I don't. Dad said there will be ghosts here at night to catch children. This is a hero, not a ghost. They won't catch me!" Looking at the little boy with a stubborn look on his face.
There are more than hundreds or thousands of tombstones in the Hall of Heroes? How can there be a hundred flowers?
As he kept putting it, the little boy's face became confused, not knowing how to divide the flowers.
Xiang Ning walked forward, squatted next to the little boy and said with a smile: "Yes, there are brothers and sisters here who will protect Xiaoxu. How could they come to arrest you?"
Xiang Ning rubbed the little boy's head and looked at the tombstones.
"See, your efforts are worth it. The reason why we have to fight is to prevent future generations from fighting... Even if you don't enter the Hall of Heroes, I believe there will still be people who remember you...
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"Uncle?" The little boy felt Xiang Ning's gentle hands, feeling a little strange, but he didn't know why, but he felt inexplicably relieved.
"Kid, are there not enough flowers for you?"
"Yeah...my dad also said that I would bring as many flowers as I sold, but I managed to sell so many...why are there so many heroes?" the little boy
He was a little confused. From his words, it seemed that he had never expected that there would be so many heroes... or heroic spirits.
"Do you want uncle to help you?" Xiang Ning will not call himself uncle now. After all, his daughter is as old as this boy.
"help me?"
"Well!" Xiang Ning picked up the little boy and stood up. The little boy was a little uncomfortable at first, but he was still held by Xiang Ning. He didn't know why this strange uncle made him feel at ease.
, the feeling of wanting to get close to him. Although he is a stranger, the little boy feels that Xiang Ning is not a bad person.
"Watch it." Xiang Ning took a flower from the little boy's hand and said with a smile, "Blow it gently."
The little boy gently blew at the flowers that Xiang Ning held in his hands, and dozens of flowers were blown out, just like blowing out dandelions, and the flowers fell towards the tombstone.
"Wow!" Xiaoxu's eyes widened, Xiang Ning smiled and made a shushing gesture, and then said: "Go on, there are more."
Although the little boy didn't know how his uncle did it, it didn't stop him from taking a deep breath and blowing out a long breath. In an instant, it was like bubbles and dandelion flowers rushing out, hundreds or even thousands of them.
The boss who was looking for Xiaoxu was stunned, and those who were about to leave were also stunned.
Looking at the sea of ​​flowers that suddenly appeared, as the guardian of the Hall of Heroes Cemetery, he also saw the sea of ​​flowers. He is a veteran who retired from the demon battlefield. How old is he? It can be said that he is one of the first batch to participate.
The people fighting on both sides of the human race and the demon race are no younger than Xia Longwu.
He watched the sea of ​​flowers fall one after another, landing precisely in front of each tombstone. Others may not know what happened, and even thought it was arranged by the cemetery, but the veteran knew what it meant.
People who have been on the battlefield have extremely precise control over every flower falling in front of the tombstone. There are not dozens or hundreds of flowers, but tens of thousands.
The variables and units that need to be controlled all require strong mental power as support, and it seems that even a cosmic-level powerhouse cannot control tens of thousands of units.
Chapter completed!