There are no memorial words, only whispers, "whispers" with those who have passed away.
Laughing, crying.
Cried and laughed again.
Chu Qing muttered words that no one could understand, and burst into tears.
"Fourteen years, 35 million, 21 million..."
"I don't want you to be filial in my presence. I only want you to be loyal to the nation. The country is in crisis, the Japanese invaders are ferocious, and everyone has a share in the rise and fall of the country. I wanted to serve, but I was too old. Fortunately, I have a son, and I volunteered voluntarily for the gift.
A flag, always carry it with you to wipe the blood when you are injured, wrap yourself up after death, move forward bravely, never forget your duty, the flag with the word "death", the word "death" flag, how many fathers..."
"The Sichuan Army has never failed the country. Its 640,000 heroes are the backbone of China..."
"With a population of 30 million, 2.1 million troops were sent, and the sons of Sanxiang fought to the death to protect their homes and country..."
"Wolf Soldiers Gui Jun..."
"There are countless good sons and daughters of China..."
Chu Qing couldn't talk any more. He was choked with sobs and couldn't speak, and his heart felt like angina.
Because it is impossible to imagine what our ancestors, martyrs, and heroes have paid and what they have experienced.
It is even more unimaginable why in just a few decades, these things have become a set of numbers in many people's minds, and they can't even remember the numbers clearly.
Tao Ruolin was also crying. This was the first time she felt Chu Qing's sadness. She was so sad that she was like a helpless child, kneeling there, choked with sobs. She wanted to say something, but every word was too small.
It can only turn into tears.
The battle flag was inserted into the soil and fluttered in the wind.
With tears on their faces, Chu Qing and Chang Xian stood up, straightened their clothes, and on behalf of the Chang family rather than the royal family, they thanked the heroic spirits and kowtowed.
Chu Qing did not bring any tribute.
No tribute can express his gratitude, whether it is the heroes thousands of years later or the good captains of the Chang Dynasty today.
All he could do was tell the heroic spirits who died in the battle that this island was dead, with thousands of miles of scorched earth and millions of corpses lying on it. The man of the boat master did it.
From sunrise to sunset, for the whole day, the so-called accumulation of soil is just talking, crying and thanking.
There are no salutes, entrances, first offerings, second offerings, and final offerings.
Only letters were burned, only letters turned into ashes.
"When you were on earth, you gave your life and everything to protect us. Now that you are in heaven, you no longer need to remember us or worry about us. We will do the rest ourselves so as not to shame our ancestors."
Chu Qing knelt down again and let the strong wind dry his tears. He held Chang Xian's hand and walked down the mountain.
What should be missed should be missed no matter what.
It’s just that you shouldn’t miss him in Yingdao. When he returns to the East China Sea, Chu Qing will naturally build the Heroes’ Shrine on the south side of Guocheng.
I came to Yingdao just to accumulate soil for Fuji.
The biggest worry in Chu Qing's heart was settled.
On the way down the mountain, Chu Qing thought that he would be proud and proud, and he did it. He came here and swaggered to the top of Mount Fuji. No one stopped him, no one dared to stop him.
But he couldn't be proud, let alone proud.
A long procession, with torches forming a fire dragon, marched forward in the night.
Chu Qing never said a word. No one knew what he was thinking, not even Fu San and Tao Ruolin.
Some secrets really cannot be shared, and some pains cannot be expressed.
Victory in war will make people happy. The less they lose, the more joyful they will be. The more they lose, the more pain they will feel.
When the war really ends, the injured people will be even more sad and confused.
Chu Qing has no nostalgia for Yingdao anymore.
After descending the mountain, except for necessary stops, there was hardly any stop, and we returned to the south camp.
It is worth mentioning that on the way, everyone met a group of refugees, the Yingdao refugees, more than seventy people.
Chu Qing said nothing, but his cold eyes were extremely dissatisfied.
Before Xu Tianchen could say anything to explain, the third brother had already rushed forward with his men, chopping melons and vegetables to kill all the naked Japanese thieves.
Returning to the south camp, Chu Qing was lying in the military tent.
For some reason, he didn't want to stay on this island for a second longer. With his eyes closed, he saw many people, tens of millions of people.
He slept with his clothes on, tossing and turning, until it was almost dawn when Chu Qing got on the boat.
We originally planned to rest for three days and wait for the other three flag ships.
Everyone could see Chu Qing's impatience and his impatience with Yingdao.
Everyone boarded the Donghai, trying their best to look equally impatient.
Chu Qing smiled knowingly and stood on the flagpole waving his arms.
"set sail!"
With a sound of setting sail, the sails were spread out, and I rode the wind and waves to the peninsula, which just started my action of sending warmth to the Three Kingdoms.
As Yingdao disappeared from sight, Chu Qing finally smiled again, hummed a tune, carried the fishing rod, and continued fishing.
The boat was filled with laughter and laughter again, and it was lively.
The Donghai was big enough, and both of Qingyang's legs became phantoms, and he kept shouting.
Qingyang didn't really want to see the giant eagle soaring in the sky again. To her, the giant eagle was a symbol of freedom, incomparable freedom.
Just like Yingdao, for Chu Qing, it symbolizes hatred and pain, which can never be erased. No matter how many years have passed, the pain and hatred that cannot fade away, even if the island is bombed, the past and present life will be the same.
in this way.
Tao Ruolin sat on the bucket of clear water and looked at Chu Qing's back. For some reason, she always felt that Chu Qing was a little lonely. She had been so lonely ever since she set foot on Yingdao.
As if feeling Tao Ruolin's gaze, Chu Qing turned his head, grinned, and waved.
Tao Ruolin also smiled, walked over and sat next to Chu Qing.
He hugged Tao Ruolin's shoulders and rubbed them hard twice, earning Tao Ruolin a big eye roll.
"Look at this shawl, your shoulders are almost exposed."
Chu Qing gently arranged Tao Ruolin's shawl and touched it three times in two seconds.
"My shoulders are really slippery." Chu Qing laughed and said, "Watch my husband jump a big fish for you, and I will ask my uncle to make you a bowl of fish soup to replenish your body."
Tao Ruolin said angrily: "You should drink it, you should take the supplement."
Chu Qing: "..."
Many times, Tao Ruolin always gave Chu Qing an illusion, an illusion that she didn't look like an ancient woman. Perhaps this was because he fell in love with Tao Ruolin's growth...and her kind heart.
The sun and moon alternate, and sailing on the sea is boring, but not boring.
Qingyang is like an ADHD person, whining and calling for everyone to play Werewolf.
Halfway through the game, he threw down his full hand of cards and went to roast chicken wings for her to eat.
After eating two bites, I tied a rope around my waist and plunged my head into the sea one by one to catch fish.
On a ship, Qingyang alone contributed all the entertainment activities.
He Jizhen always walked close to the side of the boat. Everyone looked nervous, as if all the assassins on the boat were trying to kill him.
There were only two days left to reach the peninsula, and Chu Qing also began to study the business. Looking at the map, he became more and more tempted.
Because Xu Tianchen is always chirping next to him.
Fight Baekje, fight Baekje, lead the way alone, teach Baekje a lesson!
Chu Qing was tempted. Baekje really lacked education.
It's just that the power is not very easy to control now. If you hit it lightly, to destroy the country, hit it hard. To destroy the country, hit it lightly or hard. To destroy the country, should you hit it lightly or with more emphasis?