Late afternoon!

In front of a certain gate in the capital, in front of the huge stone monument, people come and go, many people come here, stop to take a group photo, and their expressions become solemn.

When you arrive in the capital, there are three places that you must go, the Gate of Heaven, the Forbidden City and the Great Wall.

And in front of the gate of heaven, there is a place that must be visited, that is, the monument, all the tourists who come to this stele have serious expressions, this tall stele is the most sacred place in the hearts of all the people.

Every cent of the stele is watered with blood, the blood of heroes who sacrificed for the nation.

There was no joke, no fighting, and the people who came here looked extremely serious, even if they were with children, they would forbid the children to make noise, because they were afraid of disturbing the heroes who were sleeping here.

But at this moment, a row of armed police suddenly came not far away, and these armed police stopped the entrance of the queue, which made many tourists look curious on their faces, not knowing what happened?

"Could it be that dignitaries from a certain country are going to visit?"

A local tour guide explained, "Don't be nervous, this situation is normal, and it was like this when foreign dignitaries came here in the past." ”

The tourists in front of the monument quickly disappeared, but none of them left, wanting to see which dignitaries were coming.

They didn't have to wait long, but in a few minutes, a car drove directly to the entrance of the monument, and then, the door opened, and an old man got out of the car.

This is an old man in a tunic with white hair, and when he saw the old man appear, the platoon of armed policemen all saluted.

Huai Yuanshan got out of the car and looked at the monument in front of him, with a look of amazement in his eyes.

"Xiao Wang, come down. ”

whispered to the car, the other side of the car opened, from there Wang Zhenhu slowly got out of the car, and Huaiyuan Mountain is different, Wang Zhenhu got out of the car caused an uproar, all the tourists were shocked by Wang Zhenhu's medal hanging on his chest.

Densely packed with no less than twenty medals, what this means, all tourists know, it means that the old man is a battle-hardened warrior.

In this era of peace, no soldier, including those generals, could not have won so many medals, only in that special era, those soldiers who shed their blood for the sake of the nation can get it.

The uproar disappeared quickly, so everyone looked at Wang Zhenhu with respectful eyes, Wang Zhenhu's steps were a little staggering, and because he had been tortured by ghosts for more than ten years, the whole person was a little rickety, but even so, he still walked towards the stone tablet step by step.

In the end, Wang Zhenhu always arrived in front of the stele, and Fang Ming also followed, and there were only two people in the entire stele, him and Wang Zhenhu.

"Brothers, I can't drink with you at the grave, so today, I'll come here to see you. ”

Wang Zhenhu whispered, his eyes staring at the stele, his thoughts seemed to drift to that war era......

Fang Ming didn't disturb Wang Zhenhu, his eyes looked at the stele, there was also a solemnity in his eyes, this stele gave him an extremely heavy sense of oppression, under this stele, even if he was already a four-star wizard, he still didn't dare to make any moves.

A few minutes passed, Wang Zhenhu suddenly bowed deeply towards the stele, and his already rickety body looked even more humble, but none of the onlookers at the scene showed a look of ridicule.

A veteran who has won so many medals, no one can laugh at him, as long as this person is still a descendant of Yan and Huang.

Time, minute by minute, Wang Zhenhu maintained a bowing posture unchanged, and Fang Ming's pupils standing next to Wang Zhenhu dilated slightly, because in his senses, at this moment, he clearly felt a terrifying evil aura coming from the stone tablet, which made him subconsciously operate the power of the wizard in his body, but the next moment his body staggered back more than a dozen steps.

Seeing Fang Ming retreating, Ye Ziyu on the side showed a worried look on his face, but Fang Ming quickly signaled that he was okay with his eyes, and asked others not to approach.

Standing firmly, Fang Ming's eyes looked at the stone tablet, there was a look of horror in his eyes, he knew that this stone tablet was extraordinary, but he didn't expect it to be terrifying to this extent.

Don't say it's him, I'm afraid it's those ground-level powerhouses, if they dare to make any changes before this stone stele, they will be directly suppressed by this terrifying evil qi.

Of course, in addition to the evil qi, Fang Ming also felt another force, although this power was not as violent as the evil qi, but it made Qin Yu even more shocked, it was an incomparably pure power.

The Power of Faith!

Fang Ming muttered, and soon he guessed the origin of this power, which was left by everyone who came to the stele to stop and remember, and as more and more people came, this power would continue to increase.

Fang Ming didn't dare to imagine how terrifying this stone tablet would be if another hundred or hundreds of years passed, I am afraid that it would be much better than those rumored immortal weapons.

Immortal weapons are the purest energy in this heaven and earth, from ancient times to the present, there is only one thing that has been called immortal weapons by the cultivation world, and that is Jiang Ziya's god list.

One is the power of heaven and earth, and the other is the belief in the world, which is stronger and which is weak, which is not something that Fang Ming of this realm can figure out.

Fang Ming was shocked back by the evil qi, but under the stone tablet, Wang Zhenhu did not have any abnormality, this evil qi did not cause any harm to him, on the contrary, these evil qi was still condensed around him.

"It's time to start. ”

Fang Ming's eyes had a look of expectation, that's right, his plan was to use the evil spirit of the heroes condensed in the stone tablet to directly destroy those ghosts on Wang Zhenhu's body.

If the ghost on Wang Zhenhu's body is not a little Japanese devil, then this method is really useless, but the ghost on Wang Zhenhu's body comes from those little Japanese devils, and for these heroes, the little Japanese devils are the ones they hate the most, and these evil spirits will take the initiative to take action.

Fang Ming, who closed his eyes, could clearly feel that these evil qi fell on Wang Zhenhu's body like rain, and every time it fell, Wang Zhenhu's body would lose a ghost.

A total of sixteen ghosts were completely wiped out in less than a minute, and the speed was somewhat unexpected by Fang Ming, but after thinking about it, Fang Ming smiled.

What kind of existence is the stele, representing tens of millions of heroes, how can the ghosts of a dozen little Japanese devils be opponents, this is like an elephant trampling an ant to death, effortlessly.

Without more than a dozen ghosts, Wang Zhenhu's back and posture have not changed, but it gives people the feeling that there is no previous rickets.

All these changes, as a party, Wang Zhenhu did not know.

Time passed minute by minute, and when Wang Zhenhu stood up straight, the medals on his chest began to shake, shining with an intoxicating luster under the afterglow of the slanting sun.

"That's it. ”

After hearing Fang Ming's words, Huai Yuanshan and Zeng Guangnan showed joy on their faces, and the group helped Wang Zhenyuan get into the car and drove away, while hundreds of tourists watched the car go away with respect.

"Xiao Zheng, thank you this time. ”

In the car, Huai Yuanshan was making a call, "It's over on my side, and I can return to normal." ”

On the other end of the phone, a middle-aged man in a military uniform put down the phone and said to the soldier next to him: "Pass the order, the stele will return to normal." ”

"Yes. ”

After the non-commissioned officer conveyed the order, he asked with some concern: "Chief, will it cause you trouble, if the time comes, the superiors will be held accountable." ”

"What's wrong with accountability, don't say that the superiors won't be accountable at all if they know it, even if they will be held accountable, I will still promise to be nostalgic, a veteran who was born and died for the revolution, what's wrong with enjoying this little special treatment when he is old?"

"I'm worried that some tourists will take videos and post them on the Internet, which will cause a burst of public opinion. The non-commissioned officer added.

"You think too much, although I don't deny that there are many trolls on the Internet in my country, but I believe that even if he is a troll, as long as he is a member of my Chinese nation, he knows what the bottom line is and what not to spray. ”

In fact, what the officer said was not wrong, when a tourist posted a video of Wang Zhenhu bowing in front of the stele on the Internet, not a single troll appeared, on the contrary, the number of likes reached the top.

No troll will spray a veteran, a veteran who is full of merits and is loyal to the country.

Not spraying the army that protects the country, not spraying the teacher who educates people, and not spraying the doctor who saves people, this is something that people with a conscience know.

……

Asakain!

"Fang Xiaoyou, I will replace the wine with tea for this cup, thank you for your help this time. ”

Huai Yuanshan stood up, the ninety-year-old raised the teacup in his hand, Fang Ming hurriedly stood up when he saw this, he didn't dare to let the old general salute him.

"Huai Lao is polite, this is what I should do, I believe that any capable Chinese will not stand idly by when he meets Wang Lao. ”

Fang Ming's expression was solemn, and Huai Yuanshan took a deep look at Fang Ming, and the next moment he suddenly burst out laughing.

"Good!"

Huai Yuanshan looked upward, "It's not in vain that those old brothers shed their blood for this...... Dear old friends, the people have not forgotten you. ”

Zeng Guangnan and Wang Zhenhu on the side were also red-eyed at the moment, and stood up, and the three old men were singing softly at this moment: My home is in Songhua Jiangshan in Northeast China......

"The sword slashed at the heads of the devils, and the armed brethren of the whole country ......"

Fang Ming was also moved, looking at the three old men shouting there, but at this moment, the sentence came to his mind: In this prosperous world, as you wish, the mountains and rivers are still there, and the country and the people are safe.