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Many years later, on September 3, the weather was clear in most parts of the country today.

In Nanshan City, Nanhu Province, there is a national holiday today, but the pedestrians on the street are scarcer than in the past, because most people are now sitting in front of the TV, watching the live broadcast on TV, a grand military parade in the capital thousands of miles away.

And at this moment, in the sky above Nanshan City, a translucent figure slowly floated.

The translucent body seemed to float aimlessly over Nanshan City, as if it was walking with the wind, and his eyes were not focused at all.

Gradually, the translucent figure slowly came to a huge park in the city, Nanshan Martyrs Park!

There are few tourists in the park at this time, only the old man walks slowly, and the translucent figure slowly comes to the middle of the park, in front of a huge martyr's tower.

The martyr's tower is a combination of towers and halls, the upper is the martyr's tower, and the lower is the memorial hall.

Among them, the martyr's tower is 38.6 meters high, the plane is octagonal, the tower body is inlaid with the heart of Qiyang stone tablet in the south, and there is the inscription of the great man "Martyr's Park Monument". The memorial hall, the plane is unequal, octagonal, out of the hug building, the four corners of the hall are niches, and the back sacrifice hall.

At this moment, on the memorial hall, under the Martyrs' Tower, an old man sat on his knees, looking at the side of the Martyrs' Tower, and there were more than 76,000 names on it.

In front of the old man there was a bottle of liquor, a box of cigarettes, a few cigarettes lit and placed on the ground, there was little white smoke, the bottle of liquor was opened, and a small white porcelain cup was filled.

The old man was dressed in a dark green military uniform, slightly old, slightly white in some places, only on the military hat, the five-pointed red star was still shining.

The old man's eyes were slightly distracted, and his eyes looked at the names on the martyr's tower.

He didn't know most of them, but occasionally saw a few familiar names, and the old man always involuntarily popped up in his mind a familiar and strange young figure.

At the beginning, he was so young.

After looking up for a long time, the old man's neck seemed to be a little stiff, and he moved slightly, and there was a faint rattling sound in his body, which was the sound of shrapnel rubbing against his bones, and the old man was already used to it.

But suddenly, the old man was stunned, his eyes stared blankly at a familiar name on the martyr's tower, and at the same time, a picture popped out of his mind.

It was in their most difficult time, when they were constantly surrounded and suppressed, in a temporary post-war base area, an open-air camp for wounded soldiers.

There are no tidy wards, no clean beds, only a piece of old clothes on the yellow earth, I don't know whose it is.

The gauze was yellow with a dark red that could not be washed off, of course, they used to be white, but when they helped dozens or hundreds of wounded soldiers, it became like this, and even then, they may have to be washed again, and then continue to help those who need it later.

At that time, the old man was only eighteen years old, and he was lying among the many wounded, he was shot in the right shoulder, and there were more than a dozen fragments left by the bomb on the right side of his body, but fortunately he did not die.

And on the ground beside him, a comrade-in-arms who was a year younger than him was completely blown out of his right leg and turned pale. He was right next to him when a bomb exploded, and he wasn't as lucky as he was.

The comrades-in-arms turned pale, their lips were not bloody, and their eyes were closed.

He knew that his comrade-in-arms was dying, although he was very sad, but on the battlefield, death had long been accustomed to it, and he didn't have much sadness. Maybe tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, he will do the same.

I don't know when, the comrade-in-arms suddenly opened his eyes, looked at him blankly, his dry and pale lips opened hard, and a whisper came.

"Is the position still there, is the country still there?"

Hearing this voice, he was at a loss and didn't know how to answer, because he was carried off the battlefield with him, so he didn't know at that time, and he couldn't wait for him to answer with words, and this sentence became the last sentence spoken by his comrades.

And today, he can finally reply well.

The position is gone, and now it is a garden, a field, a place for girls and ladies to date!

Today, the Motherland commemorates all suffering, sacrifice and victory with a big military parade.

So, please rest assured, the country is still there, and the country is safe!

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I would like to express my heartfelt thanks to all the soldiers who defended their homes and defended the country, because of your existence, they have given us a homeland where there is no garrison, no war, and we can have enough to eat as long as we work hard with both hands.

May the country be rich and the people strong!