C1759 Mourning all over the city

Three hundred coffins and three hundred urns of bone ash. The six hundred Heroic Spirits were so tall they couldn't even see their heads. The first tablet had already begun entering the temple, and the last one had just entered Pan Shan Road.

Xiao Letian and the Chinese officials kneeled on the ground, welcoming the heroic souls into the temple. Although Xiao Letian canceled his daily kneeling ceremony, in this kind of place where humans and gods were separated and the gods sacrificed themselves, the survivors were worth kneeling to.

If six hundred Heroic Spirits were to kneel from beginning to end, it would at least take four hours. Wang Huaiyuan felt sorry for the Prime Minister, but did not dare to advise against it, so he could only give a meaningful glance.

"Prime Minister, you have arrived. Please rise! Let's kneel in the back... "It will be a long time …"

"Step down!" Xiao Letian berated her, "These heroic spirits are willing to sacrifice their lives for the sake of the Chinese race, is it not worth me kneeling down to? The living have become gods, and the dead are revered, do you understand? "

After being scolded, Shang Tai retreated with an ashen face. He then turned his head to give Sima Yun and the others an expression of helplessness. At this time, the coffin carrying team had already increased their speed, and the atmosphere had become more and more serious.

No one dared to act out of the way anymore. The crowd of Heroic Spirit tablets carried with them the aura of mountains as they slowly passed by. The hundred thousand people gathered in front of everyone's eyes and the wails were earth-shattering.

Even the new churches were beginning to offer mass and pray for the dead.

The whole city was in a state of stagnation. All the workers had stopped what they were doing, the merchants had stopped their trades, and the citizens who were unable to go up the mountain because of the limit of the number of people were all standing on the street in silence.

All the citizens of the city were shocked. The captain and sailors on the ship did not dare to urge the stowaways who had stopped their work, the European merchants who were crossing the ocean, and stared blankly at the Chinese merchants who were in the midst of negotiation. They put down their abacus and walked out of the street towards the Eastern Temple of War in silence.

Seeing this scene, the foreign merchants were all moved. They all took off their hats to show their respect, recording this moving scene in the diaries of many of the returnees.

"The color of the entire city suddenly became dark. That ba belongs to the tropical ocean climate, where there are flowers blooming in all seasons, trees that never wilt, and all kinds of colorful buildings decorated with fuel."

"But on that day, the whole city changed... "The people automatically covered the bright flowers with newspapers and cloth. The red decorations on the houses were also temporarily put away, and the people on the streets all gave up on their bright clothes. They were all dressed in black and white instead …"

"All of them pray for the souls of the dead, and I even see children who learn to speak, throwing flowers of prayer in front of shrines in temples …"

"This is an official-led but voluntary sacrifice event. This is a holiday without laughter and only tears. I have never seen such a spontaneous mass sacrifice event anywhere in Asia …" It can be seen from the Chinese spirit of fighting spirit! "

"It's really too scary, the Chinese are like a spell, all the Asian who threw themselves into it, whether it's Han, Fusang, Nan Yang or Korean … "They suddenly abandoned the weak side of the past and became exceptionally aggressive. The light in their eyes is truly terrifying …"

"I have only seen that kind of expression in the eyes of the Prussian New barracks. It was a spirit that was solidified by the martial arts of the whole people. It was the aura of a nation that had weakened its head and was ready to pierce the other country's pressure..."

"The Chinese had accumulated a lot of explosive power since the day it was born. Maybe the power has always been in the hearts of the people in Asia, and Xiao Letian was just a good guide!"

This event not only shocked the countless foreigners in the city, but it also shocked many of the Western guests who were watching the ceremony in the memorial hall.

With the increasing status of the Chinese, more and more attention was being paid to the Ryukyu in the various countries of the world. At this moment, all the major powers in the west had already opened their offices in Na Ba.

Of all these, the Prussian and American offices were the most luxurious and would probably be upgraded to embassies in a short time.

Currently, there were no ambassadors sent to the Ryukyu, but there were a lot of Counseller-level diplomats. They had also received an invitation to the Communion.

The Counsellor of Sha Russia angrily rejected the Prime Minister's Manor's invitation. The Counsellor of France just sat there without making any statement. As for the diplomats from other countries, they all published a memorial article in the Chinese daily newspaper to show their respect.

As for Prussia and the United States, they had sent people to give a speech at the Sacrifice Assembly. The soldiers who had died in the war were flattered, causing the French and British Minister to raise their eyebrows in shock.

The bored spectators couldn't sit still any longer when the ceremony started. They thought it was just a formless show, but they didn't expect it to be a shocking scene of 100,000 people crying their hearts out and a million people mourning.

This was not a play, nor was it a planned performance. This was a cry that came from the heart of millions of Chinese people.

The white paper money that filled the sky had already covered the greenery of the valley, the cigarettes that were being offered were like clouds, the sound of crying shook everyone's eyes, and most importantly, the moment Xiao Letian knelt down, the atmosphere of the sacrifice was ignited.

All the European spectators could not sit still. Even the French attaché, who hated the Chinese more than he did, had to stand up straight on this occasion.

The European diplomats bowed their heads. In such a sorrowful atmosphere, any hint of disrespect could trigger a huge diplomatic conflict.

And what was even more terrifying was that they seemed to truly feel that there were countless heroic souls looking at them from mid-air. They stared at them without blinking, making them feel as if they were sitting on pins and needles as they had no choice but to stand still.

The atmosphere had broken out. The diplomats were not the only ones who felt uncomfortable. In a corner of the memorial hall, behind the window of a room, two pairs of frightened eyes were sizing up the scene in front of them.

Akson and Molière, the two captives were imprisoned here by the soldiers of the CIA, their hands carrying heavy iron chains.

The position of the windows was very good. With a wide field of vision, he could see the whole Sacrifice Assembly, the coffins, the altars, the medallions, the banners … In front of the duo, the wind howled like a wailing ghost. The duo's backs were drenched in cold sweat.

"Molière... Can you guess what Xiao Letian wanted us to do? Will they try us in front of the people? "Will he shoot us in public …"

"Molière... You are smarter than me, so think of a way! "I don't want to die, I don't want to die …"