Xiao Feng met the Prime Minister at the door. The old man was very low-key. He only had three cars and was followed by a secretary and bodyguard.
"A Feng, are you ready?" the Prime Minister asked in a deep voice.
Xiao Feng nodded: "Well, everything is ready."
"Then let's go in!" The old prime minister stepped forward and walked towards the funeral parlor.
Xiao Feng was busy supporting him, while the secretary and bodyguard were one step behind, following behind!
When he came inside, he heard the cries of the family members. The prime minister sighed, but remained silent. He was equally sad in his heart!
"Chief!" Zhou Lei and Zhao Yue came over quickly, stood up straight and saluted.
The Prime Minister waved his hand: "Don't worry about me, just do what you should do."
"yes!"
"A Feng, accompany me to meet with the families of the martyrs."
"Okay." Xiao Feng nodded, and together with the Prime Minister, walked towards where the family members were.
The family members had long received news that the Prime Minister would come to attend the memorial service today. At this time, they saw Xiao Feng coming with an old man. If he took a closer look, wasn't he the big leader on TV?
"The Prime Minister is here!" Someone said, and all the family members stood up.
"Everyone, I'm here to see you." The prime minister stopped and looked at the family members: "No one wants something like this to happen, but it has already happened. They sacrificed their lives to safeguard national interests. They defended...
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The family members were filled with sadness after listening to the Prime Minister's words and couldn't help crying.
The Prime Minister also had tears in his eyes, but he held it back: "I hope you can all cheer up. Those who are alive still have to live well, right? The country will not forget them and what they have done."
Contributions made..."
"Prime Minister……"
Xiao Feng stood aside and just watched quietly. He could feel the sadness of the prime minister and the sadness of these family members...
"Old Xiao, everything is ready and we can start." Zhao Yue stepped forward and whispered to Xiao Feng.
"Okay." Xiao Feng nodded: "Old man, please go and sit down first. The memorial service will start soon."
"Yes." The old prime minister agreed, said goodbye to the martyrs' families for the time being, and went to his place.
Sad music slowly sounded. Except for those who were seriously injured in this operation, all the remaining members of Long Yan were present. They were all dressed in military uniforms with white flowers stuck on their chests.
They lined up and stood under the mourning hall, staring at the crystal coffin in the sea of flowers. Inside was the remains of the martyrs, covered with the bright five-star red flag!
On the mourning hall, there was a long banner that read: 'Memorial Meeting for Martyr Long Yan', and then there was a big word 'Dian' below.
Below, there are photos of martyrs, young and handsome faces with bright sunny smiles, but this smile is forever frozen in the photo frame.
The mourning music became louder and louder. Zhao Yue took the microphone and walked to the middle position. He would host the memorial service.
"Dear leaders, distinguished guests, and fellow comrades, today we will hold a memorial service for the fallen comrades of our Longyan team..."
Zhao Yue had no script, and he did not hold the memorial service as usual for martyrs, because the Long Yan team has never been formalistic!
I am their political commissar. Every soldier in the Longyan team is a good soldier and an elite soldier... In a dangerous mission, these comrades died...
Now, the memorial service begins, with mourning music played and wreaths laid, let us pay our last respects to these fallen comrades...
The mournful music sounded louder, and wreaths were brought in one after another from the outside. When passing by Zhao Yue, he looked at the words on them and began to read.
But when his eyes fell on the first wreath, he couldn't help but be surprised. After hesitating for a moment, he read it out: "The No. 1 leader laid a wreath, and the elegiac couplet was 'Sacrifice one's life and the heroic spirit will last forever in the world, and the heroic spirit who sacrifices one's life for righteousness will smile in the sky'!"
The family members were shocked, and Chief No. 1 sent an elegiac couplet? However, they cried even more sadly, and at the same time they felt faintly proud!
"The Prime Minister laid a wreath, and the elegiac couplet was 'loyalty is undiminished and the blood turns into the spring rain, and the righteousness is awe-inspiring and we will weep ghosts and gods forever'!"
"General Sun Changliang of the General Staff laid a wreath, and the elegiac couplet was 'The green mountains and green waters will always leave the heroic spirit in life, and the lush pines and green cypresses can comfort the spirits after death'!"
"General Nie Yuan of the General Political Department laid a wreath, and the elegiac couplet was..."
"..."
Although this memorial service was kept as low-key as possible, the four major ministries still sent their own wreaths. After all, as the leaders of the four major ministries, Sun Changliang and others knew about the existence of the Longyan Team.
"Everyone stands, observes silence and salutes!"
‘Shua’, the members of the Dragon Flame Team all stood at attention and took off their hats, looking at the familiar photos, raising their right hands in a military salute!
The three giants of Long Yan stood side by side, also performing military salutes, looking at the photos on the mourning hall, with sad expressions on their faces.
The sound of mournful music made people cry, and the family members cried bitterly. Life and death were given the greatest interpretation at this moment!
"Please give the Prime Minister a speech." Zhao Yue took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but when he opened his mouth, his voice was still trembling and hoarse.
The Prime Minister stepped forward and took the microphone. He looked away from the crystal coffins and pursed his lips: "The first sentence is, they are the heroes of the country and the nation..." As he said that, the old man slowly
Bending down, he made a deep bow of ninety degrees to the crystal coffin.
It took half a minute for the old man to get up. It could be seen that at his age, it was very rare for him to last for such a long time.
The moment he raised his head, Xiao Feng could clearly see a trace of pain on his face. As people get older, there are always various problems with their waist and legs, even if he is the Prime Minister, he is no exception.
"The second sentence is, thank you for cultivating such outstanding soldiers. On behalf of the country and the people, I would like to thank you..." The prime minister looked at these family members and bent down again, but did not get up.
The family members all looked at the old man blankly, feeling even more sad for a moment, unable to explain what they were feeling.
"Old man." Xiao Feng saw that it was difficult for the old man to straighten up, so he hurriedly stepped forward and helped him: "Are you okay?"
The old prime minister shook his head and said softly: "Compared with the pain of these soldiers who were injured and died and the inner pain of these family members, my pain is nothing."
Xiao Feng was silent. He now understood why his old guy only looked at the Prime Minister with a high regard and didn't even scold him. This was not unreasonable.
The memorial ceremony was very simple, but very grand. After the ceremony, the crystal coffin was lifted up by the members of the Dragon Flame Team and left the funeral parlor solemnly and solemnly step by step.
The family members chased after them, crying even harder, because they all knew that this was the last time they saw each other! The body was taken away and cremated, and such a big person turned into such a small box of ashes...
"Yazi, let's go! Chief No. 1 will send you a wreath, the Prime Minister will come to attend the funeral in person, and there are so many leaders. Your life is worth it. It's worth it!" The old man was supported by two Long Yan members and looked at
Looking at the crystal coffin getting further and further away, I shed tears.
The bodies were all taken away. After chatting with the family members for a few more words, the Prime Minister also left accompanied by his secretary and bodyguards.
The Prime Minister has a lot of things to do every day. It is very rare to be able to attend the memorial service. It is impossible to stay here for a long time. He has an important meeting to attend later.
"Old Zhao, Lao Zhou and I will go to the crematorium, and you will accompany your family to the Dragon Tomb." Xiao Feng said to Zhao Yue.
Zhao Yue nodded: "Yes."
Xiao Feng and others left with the car and headed to the crematorium, while the family members were arranged by Zhao Yue to go to the Dragon Tomb, a special cemetery for the Long Yan martyrs.
Three hours later, military vehicles parked at the entrance of the Dragon Tomb. Xiao Feng and Zhou Lei got out of the vehicles, and behind them were soldiers holding urns.
Each urn was covered with a red cloth. Two people formed a team, one holding a photo and the other holding the urn. They formed a team and entered the Dragon Tomb.
"Old Zhao, we are back. Please take good care of the family members and don't let them do anything too radical." Xiao Feng called Zhao Yue, then took a deep look at the urn and led the team up.
This is Xiao Feng's second visit to the Dragon Tomb. It has been a while since the last time, but looking around, there are several new tombs.
Although the Dragon Flame Team is elite, no matter how elite they are, they are still humans and flesh and blood! Therefore, sacrifice is inevitable. In addition, they perform difficult tasks, so the sacrifice rate ranks high among the entire army!
Therefore, in just two years, this place has been filled with tombs, and every word on the boulder at the entrance is the highest tribute to them.
"Ahhhh..." When the family members saw the urns in the hands of the soldiers, they all cried bitterly. As long as they were buried, they would never be seen again, and they would eventually be with the loess!
The tomb has been prepared, and all that is left is to put the urns in. Following Xiao Feng's order, the urns began to be buried one by one.
"All members of Longyan, salute our dead brother!" Xiao Feng stood at the front and shouted loudly.
‘Shua’, all members saluted again.
"Fire!" Xiao Feng took out his gun, pointed it at the sky, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang, bang, bang", gunshots continued in the Dragon Tomb, hundreds of soldiers fired together, the sound of gunshots was deafening! This is the best memory and the greatest respect for the fallen comrades!
"Brothers, have a good journey!" Xiao Feng shouted, waved his hand suddenly, and began to bury the earth. The urn was buried underneath, and then the tombstone was erected!
"Old Zhao, where are the things?"
"it's here."
"Put it on."
Zhao Yue nodded, took out the military medals and their new military ranks, and placed them in front of the tombstone: "Brothers, go well!"
"You are a hero in life and a hero in death. My brother, Long Yan, is still a hero even if he goes to another world!" Xiao Feng's eyes lingered on the tombstone and he said in a deep voice.
"You are gone, we will shoulder your responsibility and honor and continue to fight!" Zhao Yue also said in a deep voice.
"Brothers, take a sip and we'll walk together on the road to hell!" Zhou Lei opened a bottle of liquor and poured it on the ground: "Let's go!"
