C1758 Hero! Go well!

The Ryukyu was situated at the eastern foot of the Zhongshan Peak. On the entire topography, the Shouli City guarded the western foot of the Zhongshan Peak.

Meanwhile, the Prime Minister's Manor was stationed at the highest point of the Middle Mountain, which was close to the summit. It was built on the basis of the Shimadzu Family's main military camp in the past, and from here, one could see the entire east and west coastline of Ryukyu Island.

Passing the mountain range where the Prime Minister's Manor descended a hundred meters from the east, there were layers upon layers of Chinese palaces. This was the Temple of War that the Chinese citizens were referring to.

The Temple of War was just a name passed down from mouth to mouth. The official name for the place was the Chinese military memorial hall, and after some expansion, there were a series of buildings such as the Hero memorial hall and the story museum.

To put it bluntly, this was just a cemetery for soldiers who had died in battle.

The ancients believed in gods, the Europeans in hell, the Asian in reincarnation, and death not in nothing but in another form.

Death was not scary. What was scary was that after death, no one would sacrifice themselves and become a pitiful ghost.

No matter who you are or what your identity is, as long as you die for the country, your spirit soul can be sacrificed here.

Those who can find the body will be buried in the cemetery, and those who bring back the ashes will have their own crematorium to park in. If you can't even bring back the ashes, send your records here, and your name will become a memorial tablet that can also be sacrificed.

There were countless carvings in the military memorial hall, including the famous emperors and generals of China's history and the legendary Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

The famous generals of the Han and Tang Dynasties had their own sculptures as well. This was in order to condense the warlike spirit of the Chinese and to preserve the warlike spirit of the Chinese.

Maybe it was because there were too many statues, the commoners spontaneously called this place Temple of War, and they even brought incense here every few days to burn and pray for blessings.

Xiao Letian would definitely not disobey the kind wishes of the common people on this matter. Everyone was willing to burn incense and pray, willing to burn fragrant fruits as offerings.

It was precisely because of Xiao Letian's support that the military memorial hall was being expanded continuously these years. Following the acceleration of the Chinese campaign, more and more soldiers were being buried here.

Not only the military memorial hall, the CIA also had a secret memorial hall. Those nameless heroes who sacrificed their lives without the slightest bit of honor were also sleeping here.

In the end, there was even a Hero's Memorial. Even if you were a commoner, you had done the deeds of a hero, and if you were loved and buried by the entire people, you could still be buried here.

This place had already become a memorial hall for the Chinese spirit. After every war, the memorial ceremony for the Heroic Spirit who died in battle was essential.

The cold Pacific breeze blew over, following the mountainous terrain of the Zhongshan Mountains. All the flags that were headed to the military memorial hall were blown about by the sea breeze, making loud noises.

The road from the memorial hall to the city had long been swept clean. All the stone steps had even been washed three times by the spring water. The javelin-like soldiers were dressed in military uniforms and stood still, as if they were made of clay.

Behind the soldiers, countless civilians dressed in black and white were waiting quietly with paper and flowers covering their chests. Even the youngest child did not dare to show even the slightest bit of impatience.

The mountain winds whistled, the sea birds cried out miserably, the heaven and earth mourned, and all the people shed tears!

Today, the first 600 corpses of Chinese soldiers to be identified would be buried in the ground to rest. After War of the Far East, the largest public offering ceremony was about to begin.

Boom! Boom! Boom! A dull sound came from the foot of the mountain. The soldiers who were carrying the coffins had their boots and horses' paws trampling on the flagstones, making a neat rumbling sound.

Chinese army flags, blood flag s, army banners... Under the various banners and banners, a team of unending coffins appeared before everyone.

"It's here!" "The Heroic Spirit Team is here …" A miserable cry sounded out from the crowd, and quite a few white-haired people ran away in tears.

The first 300 coffins were all carried by soldiers who had brought all the dead bodies back, with each coffin being carried by 8 soldiers. The coffin carrying team of more than 2400 soldiers circled from the city center all the way to the foot of the mountain.

Following closely were the soldiers carrying the urns, and behind them was the Heroic Spirit with only the tablet and nothing else.

In front of each coffin was a relative holding a spirit tablet and leading the way. There were no differences between officers and soldiers, nor were there any differences between nobles and commoners. All the orders were arranged in the order of 'Bai Family'.

"Zhao Wenlie …" Wu wu wu … This is the memorial tablet of Wen Lie from my neighborhood … Brother! "You're finally back …" Kneeling on the mountain path, the people looked at the familiar name without a sound. The soldier who was full of vigor a year ago was now lying quietly in a coffin waiting for someone else to be buried.

"Sun Lei …" Little stone! Wu wu wu … "I'm your cousin, look at me again …" In the midst of their wails, countless civilians stepped forward, but they were stopped by the military police who maintained order.

There were wails everywhere, paper money scattered everywhere. The military police were all moved by the atmosphere, tears and snot flowed everywhere, "Uncle … Auntie …" I know you guys are having a hard time, and we're having a hard time … Wu wu wu … Please don't rush, don't crash into the lucky time! "I beg of you …"

"Big Brother sent you money …" Take a walk! " In the midst of the roar, stacks after piles of paper money were thrown into the air, blown away by the sea breeze and blown into the dense forest like snow.

At this moment, the situation could no longer be controlled. Familiar names were shouted out one by one by the commoners. This event, which was attended by 100,000 people, was completely filled with tears.

"Ah, you've returned …" The spirit has returned! "

Intense wine worth hundreds of gold shattered the seal, wine that was so fragrant that it stung the nose was sprinkled on the earth. Simple people used every method they could think of to pay homage to these heroic souls who had sacrificed themselves.

Basically, every four to five steps, there would be censers filled with incense. The smoke of the precious sandalwood filled the entire valley with a thick mist.

I go up the mountain is a tiger, I go down to the sea is a dragon, I am a great hero in the human world! I wave the rain, I dance to the wind, and look at my rising Chinese dragon in the east. "How many thunderstorms have I experienced, how much wind, how much frost, how many winters have I had to live through, what fear of wind, what fear of rain, what fear of shaking mountains and moving earth? If I were to soar into the air, my power would devour the rainbow …"

At some point, someone from the crowd began to sing the earliest Chinese military songs. They used the songs to pay homage to the heroes who had already become gods.

"If I go up the mountain, I will be a tiger. If I go down to the sea, I will be a dragon. I will be a great hero in the human world! I wave the rain, I dance to the wind, and look at my rising Chinese dragon in the east. "Pu Tianlong's sons and daughters are tied together like a string. If you don't believe me, then I won't lead the world's wind. I'm like a surging wave of billions of dragons, and I'm the one in the middle of it all …"

The sounds of the singing converged together like the waves in a stormy sea, and rushed straight towards Temple of War. Just at this moment, the flags that were guiding the way had already been divided into two sides of the plaza, and the first coffin had finally been lifted up.

The familiar figure of thousands of Chinese people walked out. The Grand Marshal's uniform took off all the golden stars and beautiful decorations, his eyes were red and swollen, and when the first coffin walked in front of Xiao Letian, the soldier stopped.

The memorial tablet with the heroic spirit's name written on it quietly faced Xiao Letian, as if the spirit of the dead soldier was looking at him, the one who led them to a revival, fought against them, and finally led them to their deaths.

It was as if the soldier was still puffing his chest out as he reported to his leader, "I did not fail, I did not submit, from the very beginning I died on the road of a charge! "Chinese will win it all!"

At this moment, Xiao Letian could no longer suppress his emotions. Hot tears rolled down his face as he placed his right hand on his chest and fist, and actually kneeled down in front of the tens of thousands of civilians and soldiers.

"Brother!" I heard your voice... You have completed your historic mission! "Chinese will win it all!"

Hot tears rolled down his face, and Xiao Letian, who was kneeling on the ground, roared out, "I have already seen your achievement! Enter the memorial hall, the public offering! "

"Hero!" "Take care!" All the ceremonial soldiers in front of the memorial hall, as well as all the high-ranking military and political officials of the Chinese army, fell to their knees at this moment.