Chapter 285 Three worships the Daqingshan, the whole country mourns
Li Yang saw the current state of the Daqingshan people who had returned from overseas and didn't say much.
He raised his head and glanced at Daqingshan not far away. There were some tourists on the periphery, as if he had heard the movement and wanted to go around and take a look.
"Seal the mountain." Li Yang said in a deep voice.
"Okay, these people really don't know how to live or die. There are countless traps in the depths of Daqing Mountain, and they are not afraid of losing their lives." Chunfeng nodded and quickly arranged for people to be driven to the outside.
After a while, hundreds of people walked out of the crowd and ran directly into the depths of Daqing Mountain. These people were extremely fast, like wild beasts. As soon as they entered Daqing Mountain, the beasts who heard the sound and roar suddenly suddenly
The sound was also silenced.
Soon I saw tourists who were still trying to escape inside. When they refused to be expelled, they were taken directly to the outermost area. To arrest someone, to the people of Daqingshan, it was like arresting someone.
Like a chicken or a duck.
"The people of Daqingshan are not only kings in this land, but they even dare not compare with wild beasts." Someone couldn't help but said in shock.
"Good fellow, the place where soldiers come from, the hometown of seven heroes who came out of Daqingshan to fight for the country, is really extraordinary. Ever since I came here, I feel heavy and panicked in my heart."
"This is completely different from the ancestor worship that is so popular on the Internet. This sacrifice is not only our ancestors, but also the souls of countless martyrs, the heroes who fought for the country back then."
Some outsiders talked about it, but their voices were undoubtedly much lower, and they stood in designated places in a disciplined manner, not daring to move around any more.
Just at this time.
Boom boom boom
At this moment, hundreds of salutes suddenly rang out, bang bang bang bang blasting into the sky, shaking the Daqing Mountains with echoes, and causing birds in the mountains to fly around.
Immediately afterwards, the ritual music was also played loudly and loudly at the same time. What was played was the local accent of Daqingshan. The style of music was exciting and ups and downs, and the music was full of depth and depth. It was the vocal music that sent the children of Daqingshan to the battle, although it was not as good as some popular songs.
The music is gentle and continuous, but it has a meaning that makes people's blood rush and their fists clenched.
At the sound of the sound, Daqingshan people consciously stood in rows, raised their chests and raised their heads, and their eyes suddenly shot out endless glory.
The man stood in front and the woman stood in the back. Even Chunfeng, Zhao Wanru and others consciously stepped back step by step.
In the front row were the village chiefs and rows of old people. Most of these old people were injured, and some were missing arms and legs. However, when they heard the music playing, they all struggled to stand upright, with cloudy eyes at this moment.
Endless brightness and tears, even the old man who was missing one leg threw away his crutches and stood tall with only one leg, chest high and chanting loudly.
These old men all wore medals one after another on their chests. Some medals had been polished and polished, and hung heavily on their chests. Some had more than a dozen medals, and some had as many as dozens.
These people were all looking at the densely packed tombs in front of them. There were countless graves covering an area of tens of thousands of square meters. They were all people who fought for Daqingshan and the country.
Their number is at least hundreds of thousands.
Half of the people in Daqingshan have fought hard for their country and their homeland, and shed the last drop of blood in their bodies before they are qualified to be buried here.
Suddenly a man couldn't help crying. He was in his forties, an old man who came from Xichuan Province this time, and was also a leader of the Propaganda Department.
"Director, what's wrong with you?" a reporter next to him asked with concern.
"Xiao Liu, take pictures of those medals carefully. You must take pictures carefully. This is living history." The man wiped the corners of his eyes, his lips trembled, and he pointed at the old people in the front row with trembling fingers.
"This is..." The reporter has also seen many veterans with medals, but never so many, but they all look very ordinary.
"Some of the medals you photographed in the past were all cast after the founding of the People's Republic of China. The craftsmanship was very high, so they look gorgeous and bright. But the medals on these veterans now were all shot one by one during the war years. It is said that they survived a narrow escape.
It's good if one can survive nine battles. If you look at the medals on their bodies, you will know how many battles they have participated in." The man pondered.
"That's the special merit in the battle of Jiulong Mountain."
"That was the special merit of the bloody battle at Huaihai."
"That was... Longshan's first-class collective effort in breaking out of the siege. Nearly ten thousand people were responsible for blocking the enemy, but less than one person survived."
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"That was the most brutal battle during the aid to Korea. Look at Changjin Lake. More than half of the people in Daqingshan, veterans, participated. They must win every battle and fight whenever there is a battle. Almost all the people in Daqingshan left.
On the front line of the most tragic war." The man's voice was trembling. As a leader of the Propaganda Department, he had seen too many touching deeds and was already hard-hearted. However, the scene in front of him still made him unable to calm down for a long time.
"But... I heard that Daqingshan was very poor in the past and has participated in so many battles. It stands to reason that there will be monthly subsidies from the local government." A reporter whispered.
"Local matters are beyond our control." The man waved his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes. Daqingshan was the poorest, Daqingshan was the most adept at fighting, and Daqingshan was also the least greedy for vanity and never exchanged past achievements for money.
If normal regulations are followed, and depending on the number and scale of battles Da Qingshan people participate in, millions of dollars must be separately allocated every year. But will anyone pay such a large sum of money on time?
After several times in succession, the Daqingshan people didn’t want it, so they stopped giving it to them.
Is it possible to let these tough-minded veterans make trouble and fight? They disdain this from the bottom of their hearts.
Some reporters around the man were silent, but the cameras in their hands continued to take pictures. The medals filled with blood and tears were destined to be preserved forever.
There are also grave mounds not far ahead, which are so densely packed that it makes one's heart tremble when looking at them. There are too many dead people.
People on the Internet saw the scene in front of them. The tombs could not be seen at a glance. Many people were in tears in front of their computers and mobile phones. Especially some elderly people were covered with medals, but most of them were young people.
His arms and legs were broken, but he still had a solemn and tenacious expression, and his eyes flashed with love for his hometown, protecting his family and his country, putting his family first before his country.
What they protect is their homeland! Even if they die nine times, they will have no regrets!
Some young people online were already hunched over their desks, beating their desks and crying loudly.
Pop-ups appeared one after another with tears in their eyes, and the entire page was obscured by endless pop-ups.
"Please be kind to the people of Daqingshan."
"Please be kind to heroes. It is a blessing for the country that heroes do not die."
"Leaders from all walks of life, please be kind to heroes. Zhang Qiang, an orphan from Liaoshen, is here to kneel down and pay homage to the leaders of all walks of life for his grandfather who is also a hero of the Anti-Japanese War."
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Zhao Shushan took a look around and saw the comments on the Internet. The secretary beside him was also reporting in real time. He looked at the graves and the veterans, and his stiff body could not help but tremble.
"The veterans are not dead yet, public opinion is overwhelming. It was my fault to wait. I asked the Veterans Administration to make up for the money that should be paid. If the money is gone, we can make more money. If the economy is slow, we can work harder, but the veterans are... old.
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"Yes, leader." The secretary on the side also had tears in his eyes. He took out his notebook and wrote a line of words with his trembling right hand.
"The veteran is still alive, treat him well!"
Feng Zhen looked at the scene in front of him with a calm expression. For this matter, he had applied for special funds from the province several times in succession, but it had never been implemented. In exchange, he always said: "It's difficult in the province, but it's everywhere."
People who have retired from the army have difficulty in taking care of everything, so they owe money first and then take it on credit.
He specially invited Zhao Shushan here today because he also wanted leaders from all walks of life in the province to see with their own eyes what Daqingshan has done for this country.
Nowadays, everyone accuses Qingshan City of being overbearing and thinks that Daqingshan has taken advantage of its agricultural products.
Well, let's all come and see who suffers and who takes advantage.
Sure enough, the leaders of other cities nearby were moved when they saw the scene in front of them, and their expressions also seemed much silent.
Soon the ceremony ended.
Li Yang glanced at the people around him and sighed in his heart, why does Daqingshan need mercy? How long can these people's heartache last? They have to rely on themselves to rise.
He was dressed in white, whistling in the mountain wind, standing alone at the front. He moved, and every step he took was solid and steady. Step by step, he reached the stone platform built at the front and stopped.
Soon a dozen people carrying three animals and grains came up.
After a while, someone brought a long incense stick, about half a meter long and as big as a thumb, which was already lit and emitting smoke and smoke.
Li Yang stood at the front, holding a long incense stick.
After that, rows of long incense were sent over. In an instant, the fragrant wind was billowing over the entire Daqingshan Mountain, like mist covering the top of the clouds. It seemed like a world away. Nearly 300,000 Daqingshan people were solemn and solemn, holding the incense and looking towards the sky.
The location of ancestral graves.
"Why don't we?" Zhao Mu was surprised.
"This is an ancestor worship ceremony in Daqingshan. Only the female family members can burn incense after the first worship, and only the guests can come after the second worship." A Daqingshan man explained, turned around and left.
The rules are strict.
Zhao Mu said no more.
"I pay homage to the heroic spirit of Daqingshan, and the bright light will shine forever, and the fighting spirit will last forever."
Li Yang bowed and bowed.
After that, countless men from Daqingshan knelt down one after another. Even veterans who were over seventy years old knelt down on the ground with a thump, held the incense in their hands, raised it above their heads, and bowed deeply.
Those Daqingshan people who had returned from abroad also knelt down one after another. Even if they had great wealth, even if they were wealthy, even if they had achieved considerable achievements, they were all kneeling down behind Li Yang and others at this moment.
This worship will last forever, and the heroic spirit will be heard in all directions.
At this moment, even the wind in Daqingshan stopped, as if a heroic spirit had really arrived. There was a strong sense of solemnity in the surrounding air, and the fighting spirit was high, invisible but shining through the ages.
Then the female family members lit the long incense in their hands with tears in their eyes. The row of spring phoenixes was in front, and next to them were Zhao Wanru and others, including Cheng Wan'er. She was wearing a plain lower skirt and uniform clothes on the top. She didn't apply any makeup, and she was still gorgeous.
Unparalleled grace.
She looked at the man in the front, her eyes filled with admiration and admiration.
At this moment, Chu Ruoruo did not come, only Father Chu came, but he was also standing far away on the outer edge.
Even if Daqingshan welcomes guests to worship, it does not invite female relatives. Cheng Wan'er can attend because of the approval of Chunfeng and others, as well as the approval of the people of Daqingshan.
"Second worship to the heroic spirits of Daqingshan, they will be immortal and their intentions will last forever!"
Li Yang bowed again.
After the person behind him stood up, he knelt down again. This time, he bowed deeply to the ground. A dense crowd of men, women, old and young, including Chunfeng and others, all knelt down respectfully. There were more than 300,000 people kneeling on the ground.
, its momentum rises to the sky, shining through the ages.
The surrounding Daqingshan wild beasts also howled one after another, unexpectedly in unison.
At this moment, Zhao Shushan and others were holding long incense sticks and lighting them one by one.
"Dr. Li explained that times have changed. When guests come, they will get what they want and there is no need to kneel down." After a person from Daqingshan whispered, he turned around and left in a hurry, then knelt straight on the ground and leaned over.
Kneel down when you accept your head.
"Three times pay homage to the heroic spirit of Daqingshan, who will forever guard the country, guard the home and the country, and die nine times without any regrets!"
Li Yang bowed again.
The group of people behind him knelt down deeply this time in a dark atmosphere.
Zhao Shushan held a long incense stick, opened the buttons of his shirt, and suddenly knelt down on one knee, with the incense burning above his head.
This time I am worshiping not the ancestor of a family, but the heroic spirit of a warrior who came to Xichuan seven times for the country. Not to mention that he is just a feudal official, even the leader of the country, in front of countless graves and densely covered with white hair.
In front of the veteran, I can also bear his kneel and bow.
Feng Zhen's face was solemn, and his standard incense stick was above his head. His posture was no different from that of Daqingshan people. He knelt down on one knee and bowed deeply.
The leaders behind him didn't hesitate at all and knelt down one after another.
At this time, reporters were hurriedly taking pictures. However, in this solemn and solemn atmosphere, even if they were taking pictures, these reporters couldn't help but kneel on the ground and turned their heads to take pictures. For them, kneeling down was okay.
, the posture is appropriate, even lying down is normal.
This dense ceremony of kneeling and worshiping was solemn and solemn, shocking everyone present and online.
Many people consciously made an emoticon of hands together, along with text.
"Thumbs up for the heroes of Daqingshan."
"Thumbs up for the heroes of Daqingshan!"
"Thumbs up for the heroes of Daqingshan!!"
The screen is constantly refreshing, and millions of messages have popped up. At this moment, the backends of major websites are alarmed, and information is constantly being summarized on them.
A big leader of a company said something after reading it.
"Heroes are immortal and should be remembered by everyone. The homepage is in black and white and a banner is hung to let everyone know that China has Daqingshan and that there is a family of unsung heroes in the country."
"President, now is not the officially designated public memorial day. If you do this..." an assistant said worriedly.
"Go ahead and do it. My grandfather was rescued by soldiers from Daqingshan. Before he died, the old man wanted to find his benefactor and repay his kindness. If I do this, he will definitely be happy." The middle-aged man was silent.
"Yes." The assistant nodded, turned and left.
Soon the screen of the largest forum in China turned black and white, and the banner was printed with eleven large characters.
"Sacrifice ancestors in Daqingshan, heroes have a safe journey!"
The website's online presence was quickly praised by official media.
Soon after, other websites also changed to black and white, and October 20th became a national public memorial day, and the whole country mourned.
Subsequently, the air raid sirens in Xichuan Province sounded one after another, and also in other places, echoing for a long time, moving throughout China to see off the heroes.