The solemn wind came from the sky and washed hard on the javelin figures wearing white flowers on their chests.

This is Sichuan-Sichuan Air Force Base.

Everyone here today wears white flowers.

And in front of everyone are urns.

Each urn is covered with a bright red flag. Next to the flag, quietly lies a first-class merit medal and countless delicate white paper flowers.

"In the battle between the Sichuan and Sichuan Air Forces, the Brigadier-General Yu Molong's forbidden area was wiped out. The fresh lives of one hundred and thirty compatriots were exchanged for the clear and clear skies of Sichuan and Sichuan..."

In the drizzling gloomy rain, the base's loudspeaker used a deep magnetic voice to tell the meaning of this urn draped in the national flag over and over again.

Outside the base, countless people from Sichuan and Sichuan were waiting silently. They were wearing raincoats and white paper flowers on their raincoat scars. Everyone lowered their eyes and looked solemn.

Suddenly, the national anthem of Daxia sounded.

"Our blood creates the immortal Great Xia..."

"Our souls will remain immortal forever..."

A low and deep prelude sounded.

At this moment, countless people from Sichuan and Sichuan outside the base burst into tears. They stared blankly at the urns in the base, with tears filling their eyes and their bodies trembling slightly.

They bought the bright and sunny days in Sichuan and Sichuan with blood and rain. They are still standing, they are as strong as gods, but now... they will always lie in that small wooden box.

tread!

tread!

tread……!

The uniform sound of military boots sounded.

Soldiers in formal uniforms walked over with heavy and crisp steps, solemnly holding up the heavy urn with both hands. When the national flag was fluttered in the wind, it seemed that they were dragging living people with them.

"We don't want our family and country to fall, so we will attack the many powerful enemies with swords."

"We don't want the mountains and rivers to collapse, so we turn our backs on all sentient beings and go our own way."

"If the sun goes out, we will light it with our lives."

"If our home is cold, we will warm it with blood."

The tempo of the national anthem suddenly rose, as if countless passionate and ambitious children were roaring in unison, roaring unwillingly into the dark and turbid world.

"We use knives, guns, blood and fire!"

"We will die, we will fight, we will fight to the end!"

"In front of thousands of lights, there must be a fearless person with a sword and a horse!"

Lin Xiao stood under the eaves of the command room, looking at the white paper flowers flying in the sky, feeling the remaining loyal soul in the wind, and his eyes were filled with unprecedented heat.

At this time, Yang Zhen was wearing an air force general's robe and walked up to all the soldiers step by step. He also wore white flowers on his chest and his eyes were moist, but he said:

"If you don't take off your saddle to defend the rivers, how many people have fought in ancient times?"

"On behalf of the Sichuan-Sichuan War Zone, I would like to extend my highest respect and gratitude to the 130 elites of Great Xia who died in the battle!"

Yang Zhen's white general's robe trembled.

Then under everyone's gaze.

He slowly knelt down on one knee and kneeled down on one knee in front of the one hundred and thirty urns with the highest respect.

Yang Zhen looked up and saw not 130 urns or 130 Daxia flags, but 130 living people of Daxia, who seemed to be standing in front of him alive, everyone was like a dragon, and everyone was there.

Huang Quan...

"Two years of bloody fighting in the Great Xia..." Yang Zhen's voice was hoarse and vicissitudes of life, he said: "Surrounded by powerful powers, tigers and wolves from all directions are watching with eager eyes. Every day, our dearest compatriots die on the battlefield. This is our glory and also

Our destiny."

All the media present were moved and hurriedly filmed Yang Zhen.

At the same time, every word Yang Zhen said was simultaneously spread across the country.

"The soldiers of Daxia have no retreat."

"If we take a step back, our country will suffer."

"But they are all young kids."

"But for Daxia, he died generously and died on the battlefield."

"Today, I, Yang Zhen, send them off here with the highest etiquette of Sichuan and Shu."

Yang Zhen suddenly said in a deep voice: "Congratulations on sending me the iron-blooded sons and daughters of Great Xia!"

"May the underworld not be cold and warm the heart of my loyal soul in Daxia!"

All officers and men, stand at attention and salute.

The next moment, mournful music replaced the national anthem.

A respecting cannon fired into the sky.

With the most solemn etiquette, bid farewell to these people lying in the urns. They should have been young, but they went through fire and water for their country. If they could open their eyes, they could see how many people in white clothes were outside the base.

They are their relatives.

Outside the base.

Listen to the sorrow and music.

Watch the transport plane land.

Watching the soldiers leave with the urns in their hands.

There was an old man who finally couldn't hold it any longer and burst into tears.

"My son...my son..."

Her son was the one lying in the urn.

They were on the phone with her two days ago. At that time, she felt that something was wrong with her son's tone, which seemed to be free and easy, but also seemed to be explaining the funeral arrangements. Unexpectedly, today, the yin and yang were completely different.

The misery in the world is not only when a child wants to be raised but his mother is no longer around, but also when a person with white hair sends someone with black hair.

However, at this moment, a young woman suddenly walked out of the crowd. She had dignified eyebrows and a cool temperament. She was wearing a red cheongsam, which looked like a wedding banquet dress.

In the base, the soldiers next to Zhang Huhan whispered: "That is Mengzi's fiancée. Two days before the Yumolong War broke out, he was still preparing for an engagement banquet in the hotel. The military order for the wedding came in a hurry. The engagement banquet had just started, and Mengzi came

Back to the military camp."

Zhang Huhan looked at the woman in the red cheongsam with trembling eyes. He didn't understand, and he didn't dare to guess.

But the reality is that the young woman took off her red cheongsam, revealing the white plain clothes underneath. On her gentle face, she smiled desperately but beautifully.

She lit pieces of memorial paper and stood in plain clothes amidst the flying confetti, aloof and transcendent: "If you come back victorious, I will marry you in red. If you die in battle, I will wear white to lead the way for you..."

"

On that day, Lin Xiao saw with his own eyes a young woman dressed in white, holding a bright lantern, walking to the Martyrs Cemetery. With ten steps of white paper and clear tears step by step, she led the souls in the cemetery back home step by step.

"Although not married yet, she is ready to be married in red and seduces the soul in white. This kind of silent tenderness is simply the most dazzling love of this era..."

Lin Xiao was drunk and heartbroken.

Sure enough, in this chaotic and turbulent world, there are not only those beasts in human skins, but also these sincere children of Daxia.

Seeing this, Lin Xiao felt a little sore in his nose.

Huang Quan and Sun Sheng, who were nearby, silently handed over tissues.

But Yang Yao snatched it away first.

"I'm so touched..." Yang Yao burst into tears: "This is the real Chinese soul. I will marry you in red and lead my soul in white. Only such a woman is worthy of the soldiers of Great Xia who died on the battlefield!!"

…

"May the cemetery forever caress the hearts of loyal souls."

The entire memorial ceremony gradually came to an end after the urns were delivered to the martyrs' cemeteries in various places.

In the Sichuan-Sichuan base, awards began to be given based on merit.

But there was a figure in shabby clothes who arrived silently.

"Mr. Jiufeng, why are you here?"

"Come looking for a young genius."

Sun Jiufeng, the Great Xia Sword God, the Great Xia Military Envoy, and the Deputy Minister of the Great Xia Military Forces, leaned outside the door of the Sichuan-Shu Base and said to Yang Zhen with a smile: "There is no way, those generals want me to be the head of the supervisory hall.
Chapter completed!