The City of Flying Eagles Chapter 8 Suspicious Clouds
The non-commissioned officer was stunned, then a "bang", saluted the military salute, and said with a solemn look: "I know where you are from. It is my honor to call you brother."
Ye Tianming shook his head and didn't speak. He had never been to the Babaoshan Martyrs Cemetery. It was very beautiful and it was a garden-style cemetery. Walk up the bluestone road, and when you walk halfway up the mountain, follow a small path.
On the right, less than a hundred meters away, is the cemetery of all the "Blue Sword" team members.
Ye Tianming counted carefully, 347 people, and there were actually 347 members of the "Blue Sword" buried here. Slowly, Ye Tianming looked at each one carefully, with the names engraved on the tombstones, and the pictures were carried by them.
Smile, photos of them wearing military uniforms. They are so young, some even younger than Ye Tianming.
Suddenly, familiar faces in the photos jumped into Ye Tianming's eyes one by one. He walked forward slowly. He suddenly smiled, but tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
"Your life is frozen here, mission is ending here, artillery fire is void, thoughts are sublimated here, culture is settled here, military souls are purified here, but your young life continues here. Brothers, I, Ye Tianming, are here.
See you are here.”
After saying that, he turned around and ordered the soldiers behind him to put down the things, then opened all the wine, tore the cigarettes apart one by one, and put the food in front of the tombstones of more than a dozen brothers.
After doing all this, Ye Tianming didn't say anything, but just stood there quietly. In a blink of an eye, a red glow appeared in the sky, slowly expanding its range, and the entire mausoleum area was leisurely bathed in the soft light of the sunset.
Ye Tianming looked up at the sky, and the afterglow of the sun reflected the clouds and clouds, warming the entire clear sky, and applying a beautiful rose color to everything. It was a kind of golden color, a color that did not belong to the plant itself, but it was
So beautiful and charming, but for Ye Tianming, this beauty is like a beautiful years that can never be returned to, and is the last drama of an era.
Walking on the road to the sunset, the sunset dragged his somewhat bleak figure. The non-commissioned officer followed him, silently staring at the soldier from the heroic army.
Suddenly, Ye Tianming saw a figure in front of the cemetery gate, and he was looking inside. The figure saw Ye Tianming looking at him, turned around in panic and left.
The moment he turned around, Ye Tianming saw his face, "How is it possible? How could it be so similar? Didn't he sacrifice? But is there anyone in this world who looks so similar?" Thinking of this, Ye Tianming turned around and looked at him again
Walking back, the non-commissioned officer asked, "Brother Ye, what's wrong?"
Ye Tianming waved his hand and said, "Follow me." The non-commissioned officer followed Ye Tianming tightly.
Ye Tianming came to a tombstone, looked at the photo on it carefully and said, "Look at this photo." The non-commissioned officer looked at the photo in confusion, not knowing what Ye Tianming meant.
"Did you see the person at the foot of the mountain just now?"
"I saw it, and he comes a few times a year. Every time he comes, he asks us to let him in. But this place is not like that of the People's Cemetery, and it is not possible to enter without a document. So he is standing there when he comes.
Outside all day.”
Ye Tianming frowned and said, "Look carefully, does he look very much like the person in this photo?"