Henry Lee sat in the car, his eyes closed, his lips pursed, and he didn't say a word. He had heard Qing missionaries describe the civil war of the Qing decades earlier, the brutal killing of prisoners, especially surrendering officers, but at that time on Maui, he had no choice. When the Yellow Man rioted, he killed a few with his own hands, he didn't think that he could be pardoned, but he hoped that after his death today, those robes could return to the United States alive. This is my last wish in this world. Farewell, Lucy; I'm sorry, grandfather, but I didn't take on the responsibility of reviving the family......

Zhang Yuanji sat opposite Henry Lee, he was also very embarrassed, he didn't expect that Zhu Qiu asked himself out early in the morning, but he actually went to the barracks and picked up Henry Lee. Although he was standing upstairs at the time and did not look very carefully, he recognized this handsome American officer from his bushy and beautiful beard, a lieutenant who commanded in front of the colonial government building. Zhang Yuanji originally planned to talk to Zhu Qiu about translating books, but there was an extra white man in the car, but he couldn't say anything.

Zhu Qiu didn't pay any attention to the silent and awkward atmosphere in the carriage. He closed his eyes, it seemed that the old god was there, but in fact, he had been thinking about the academy he had just mentioned, he had always been proud, and naturally hoped that the academy would be on the right track at the beginning of its opening.

After a while, the carriage stopped again.

Last night's drizzle added a little freshness to the already beautiful scenery of Hawaii, and at this moment, in front of the Freedom Cemetery on Oahu, tens of thousands of people dressed in the dark night, holding yellow flowers in their hands, stood solemnly on the grass, quietly waiting for the ceremony to begin.

Today is the day when the martyrs of the uprising are buried in the Freedom Cemetery.

Zhu Qiu and the three of them got out of the car, and someone guided them to stop at one place. Zhang Yuanji looked around at this moment, only to find that not only this American lieutenant, but also many American officers were standing on one side, and even there were a few people who looked like generals.

Not long after, at 9 o'clock in the morning, a master of ceremonies announced the beginning of the ceremony.

After a solemn and deep chanting, a monk and a priest ascended the podium, the monk chanted excessively, and the priest prayed and wished.

Afterwards, a speech was delivered by Queen Liliukalani of Hawaii:

"For thousands of years, the people of Karnaca have lived in Hawaii, free and happy. More than 100 years ago, white people came to Hawaii, brought science to the Kanaka people, kept the Kanaka people away from ignorance, brought disease, and lost the lives of hundreds of thousands of Kanaka people; It brought civilization to the Kanakas, and at the same time, it also put a heavy shackle on the Kanakas. ”

"Three days ago, the three hundred and ninety-two warriors of Hawaii gave Hawaii a chance to regain its freedom and happiness with their lives and blood. As our survivors stand here and face the bodies of the deceased, we are all the more aware of the sacredness and daunting of the unfinished business, but we have no obligation but to do our best to restore Hawaii to a land of freedom, equality, and happiness for all people. ”

"May Hawaii always be the land of freedom in the Pacific!"

After the Queen's speech, a low and tragic piece of music gradually sounded, followed by an ethereal and sad female voice in the air.

It was the first time for Zhang Yuanji to attend this Western-style funeral, and everything seemed so fresh and relished. But Henry Lee, who was beside him, slanted his eyes to the sky: Three hundred and ninety-two? We, the American military, where could we possibly kill so many people?.

Hundreds of carriages in the distance stopped, and the coffins of the martyrs arrived.

“attention！”

"Stand upright!"

In the distance, hundreds of men greeted them, and then six people in a coffin, solemnly, walked in step by step with neat steps, and behind them was a long queue that could not be seen at a glance.

Zhang Yuanji looked very novel, but suddenly heard Henry Lee next to him "Huh", and when he looked back, he saw Henry Lee standing on tiptoe, stretching his neck, and opening his eyes wide, as if he was being lifted by an invisible person pulling his hair. Zhang Yuanji followed his gaze and said "huh" in surprise.

For they clearly saw that the coffin that walked at the front of the long serpent was clearly covered with a Stars and Stripes, the flag of the United States of America.

When the coffin approached, Henry Lee's body trembled slightly, because he saw that in front of the coffin, there was a clear inscription: "Kim Wayne". The name of the man who died in the storm of Han protest six days ago, his robe of life and death.

Henry Lee raised his head and looked at the clear sky that was getting bluer and bluer, and the tears in his eyes couldn't stop rolling down.

He took a long breath, calmed his mind, strode out, greeted the coffin, and walked solemnly towards the cemetery instead of a soldier.

At the entrance of the cemetery, two men stood on the left and right, and every time they entered the coffin of a martyr, they loudly reported the name of that person:

"Kim Wayne"

"Ding Yongsheng"

…… …… …… …… ……

Listening to the registration, Zhang Yuanji turned his head to look at Zhu Qiu and did not speak, but Zhu Qiu understood what he meant, and said softly: "Whether it is my Han Chinese, or Japanese, Hawaiian, or even this American soldier, no matter which camp they were in when they were martyred, when they gave their lives, they were all for the same belief, that is, for the freedom and justice of Hawaii, and for the people of this land, the happiness, wealth and dignity of life." Therefore, after the sacrifice, the body should be buried in the Freedom Cemetery, which is the honor that each of them deserves. ”

Hearing Zhu Qiu's explanation, Zhang Yuanji suddenly felt a little emotion in his heart, in China's history books, there are many self-slaughtering Dou Jiande, the Southern Tang Dynasty queen, and how many Xu Shixian?

Zhang Yuanji was sighing to himself, when he suddenly heard a person at the gate of the cemetery singing:

"Zhao Dali"

What the? Zhao Dali? Zhang Yuanji suddenly looked over in surprise, and sure enough, he saw that the person holding the coffin in front of him was Zhao Erniu, who drove him to the Chen Mansion! Zhang Yuanji felt a pain in his heart: Ah, that enthusiastic Zhao Dali, just like that? Before I could thank him, he was buried in a foreign land?

Zhang Yuanji's heart suddenly cried bitterly.

Slowly, the coffins of the martyrs have been carried to their respective cemeteries. The soldiers walked forward, took down the national flag covering the coffin, folded it neatly, and presented it with both hands to the relatives and friends of the deceased, asking them to keep it as a memento.

The banner covered by the coffin has different flags for different people. The soldiers of the United States of America used the flag of the United States of America, the Star-Spangled Banner; The Han people, on the other hand, use the Hongmen Hui Banner - the Yehuo Red Lotus Flag (because Hongmen believes in Buddhism); Japan, if it joins the Hongmen, it is also the karmic fire red lotus flag, otherwise, it is to respect its wishes, or the Japanese flag, or the cherry blossom flag, which is different; The Hawaiians, on the other hand, are the uniform yellow hibiscus flag.

“attention！”

"Stand upright!"

The soldiers standing on either side—one in the uniform of the United States of America, the other in a cypress uniform (presumably the uniform of the Kingdom of Hawaii, or possibly, the uniform of the Hongmen)—stood on their feet when they heard the order.

“up！”

"To!"

Two columns of soldiers held their guns in unison, pointing high into the air.

“fire！”

"Naru!"

Two columns of soldiers pulled the trigger, and dozens of crisp gunshots echoed on this small island in the Pacific Ocean, long and far-reaching.

If so, three.

When the coffin of the martyr was put into the ground, the teenagers of the Chen Mansion, dressed in the black costumes of their own nation, lined up in several columns, slowly walked to the high place of the cemetery, and recited a poem aloud:

“No man is an island,

Entire of itself.

Each is a piece of the continent,

A part of the main.

If a clod be washed away by the sea,

Motherland is the less.

As well as if a promontory were.

As well as if a manner of thine own

Or of thine friend's were.

Each man's death diminishes me,

For I am involved in mankind.

Therefore, send not to know

For whom the bell tolls,

It tolls for thee.”

"No one can be self-sufficient,

No one is an island,

Everyone is a piece of the continent,

It is necessary to respond to the local area.

That's a piece of land,

That's a cape,

That's a manor,

Whether it's yours or a friend's,

Once the sea water washes away,

The kingdom will be smaller.

the death of any person,

It's all my reduction,

As a member of the human race,

I grow old with the living.

For whom the bell tolls,

I don't know,

Not for the eternal separation of the light,

It is mourning for you. ”

The young people's voices are loud and sad, and this short poem is used here to give to the people who remember here, whether they are white, yellow, or brown, all have relatives and thoughts in their hearts.

The dust gradually obscured the appearance of the coffin, and those who had accompanied him through the ups and downs were rested here peacefully forever. From then on, life may be lonely and moving forward.

Those who came to see off the deceased gathered in front of the graves of their relatives and friends, offering yellow flowers in their hands, and silently shed tears.

At this time, the soft guitar sounded, and the teenagers sang the elegy again:

"When the bell rings, the signal of returning home seems to be a little sad in his life

The meaning of colored skin to him is a lifetime of dedication to the struggle of skin color

Years and months turn possession into loss, tired eyes with expectation

Today, there is only a remnant of the shell to welcome the glorious years, and hold on to freedom in the wind and rain

After a lifetime of hesitant struggles, self-confidence can change the future, ask who can do it

Can there be no boundaries of skin color May there be no distinction between you and me in this land

The beauty of the flash of color is because it doesn't separate each color

Years and months turn possession into loss, tired eyes with expectation

Today, there is only a remnant of the shell to welcome the glorious years, and hold on to freedom in the wind and rain

After a lifetime of hesitation and struggle, self-confidence can change the future, ask who can do it"

Listening to this singing voice, even the American officers seemed to have been touched to a soft place in their hearts, and the tears in their eyes flickered. And some people have already lost their voices and wept bitterly.

After the rain, the rainbow passed through the sky, and the sunlight shone on a stone tablet at the entrance of the cemetery, and the words on the tablet seemed to be plated with a layer of golden light.

The stele is written in Hawaiian, English, and Chinese respectively, with the following passage:

"The people who rest here have given their lives for the freedom of Hawaii. People passing by, please remember and cherish this happiness, it is not easy to come by! ”