The merman general, who was known for his brutality, was hanged directly on the side of the Heroic Soul Tomb facing the sea, and was exposed to the sun for nearly a month.

Even the soldiers on the city walls were frightened when they kept vigil.

Countless fishmen below sea level could only watch the merman general die, they had no ability to climb the near-vertical cliff in front of them, and there was no way to break through the human walls and rush up to rescue it.

Everyone thought that this matter would end with the death of the mermaid general, but they didn't know that this was just the beginning.

After experiencing this casualty war, the whole barracks had a somewhat solemn atmosphere, and every trained soldier and every trained little radish head began to pay attention to the training on weekdays, and everyone was training hard.

Even the Great Devil doesn't know if this is a good change or a bad change.

The wailing of the merman general irritated these trained people even more, in the final analysis, it was because they were not strong enough, if they were strong enough, then the war would not kill people!

If they were strong enough, then there wouldn't be that Soul Tomb.

In order to survive better and kill more fishmen, tens of thousands of people in the entire Zhennan Military Region are actively training.

Until the death of the merman general, the continuous exposure to the sun, when all the water in its body was dried, when it knew that it was powerless to return to the sky, resentment suddenly appeared in its heart, and it did not blink an eye!

And when its soul came out of its body, a huge soul hand dragged it into the tomb of the heroic soul, and without even screaming, it was suppressed in the tomb.

At the moment when the mermaid general died.

A huge fluctuation of spiritual power came from the direction of the Heroic Soul Tomb.

Suddenly.

A melodious violin sounded all along the coast.

The sound of the violin gently drifted across the sea with the sea breeze, and countless seabirds that flew by no longer flew over the Soul Grave, but stayed quietly on the shore.

The sad sound of the violin stopped the soldiers who were training.

Countless people climbed the city wall and looked in the direction of the Tomb of the Heroic Soul.

I saw that in front of the tombstone of the Heroic Soul Tomb, a lonely black figure was holding a violin in his hand.

The body flutters gently with the sea breeze.

The distance was too far to see the face of the figure, but everyone knew that the figure was an instructor.

"Quiet village with snow. ”

"Fly separately under the hazy sky. ”

"The birch tree has those two words engraved on it. ”

"They swore to love each other for the rest of their lives. ”

"One day the flames of war reached my hometown. ”

The young man picked up his gun and went to the frontier. ”

......

The faint singing reached everyone's ears.

A desolate mood rose from the bottom of my heart, looking at the lonely figure.

Some sensual little radish heads were already choking back tears, biting their lips and not being able to bear to look at them any longer.

"Birch Forest" tells the story of a soldier during the former Soviet War.

A girl was under the birch forest, silently watching her lover go away with the army, she carved his and her names on the birch tree, and waited with great anticipation for her lover's return.

But the army was victorious, but he never returned.

Among the soldiers who died in battle, how many families had wives and children waiting for their return......

Li Badao closed his eyes and clenched his hands fiercely, as if he had made some important decision, he looked at the lonely Heroic Soul Tomb, and gritted his teeth.

"I ...... Dislike...... War!"

Luo Xue's eyes were red, and she bit her lip and looked at the person in the distance.

Chen Yue put away her mobile phone, she took a picture of the big devil's performance into her mobile phone, she wanted to upload it to the Internet, she wanted to do something for these dead warriors.

There are many small radish heads that have the same idea as Chen Yue.

When these videos from different angles were uploaded to the Internet, the Heroic Soul Tomb of the Zhennan Military Region was remembered by countless people, as if the martyr's cemetery had become a tourist attraction, and the Heroic Soul Tomb was also expanded more and more with the number of people who came.

However, because of these videos uploaded by these little radish heads, there have also been a lot of things.

Many years later......

A very special family member of the martyr came to the Zhennan Military Region, an old man who was nearly seventy years old, his whole body was in tatters, and the shoes on his feet were even more worn out.

The old man, who was nearly sixty years old, leaned lightly against the Heroic Soul Monument, and her son's name was engraved just enough for her to touch.

Leaning his head on the Heroic Soul Monument, the old man couldn't help but shed tears, and while crying, he took out a yellowed cake from his woven bag, which was given by someone else, and she knew that it was a good thing, so she was reluctant to eat it and wanted to keep it for her son.

There were also a few fruits bought on the side of the road, fresh.

"Son, forgive my mother for only coming to see you now......"

"Your father has been in poor health recently, and the pigs in the family have been sold to make up enough for my mother's travel expenses......"

"Mother also heard from others, you ...... here"

"Mother......

The old man's voice grew quieter and quieter, and it wasn't until a long time later, when the soldiers on the shift came over, that they realized that the old man had lost his breath.

It's just that no one knows, and she also learned by accident that after her son died in battle, someone built a tomb of heroic souls.

It's just that no one knows that the martyr's father has died.

It's just that no one knows that the mother walked thousands of miles for nearly half a year to walk from her home to the Zhennan Military Region, just to see her son's 'last face'.

Begging for thousands of miles, out of the mountains.

She didn't know how far she had gone, and she didn't know how far she still had, the only thing she knew was that her son was in the southernmost part of Great Xia, and he couldn't see the end of the road he walked.

It was getting hotter and hotter, and my clothes were wet with sweat, and I didn't wear socks on my feet, and my shoes were soaked with sweat.

The woven bag sticks to the back like a rain cloth, getting heavier and heavier.

She had to rest again and again, find a tree, squat against the trunk, take off her shoes, and wait for them to dry.

Because her wife's health is not good, she has never dared to come out.

Both of them actually wanted to come to see their son, but they couldn't help it, their wife's health was not good.

In her life, she has never thought of giving up, and this time, she wants to see her son once, even if only once.

She was on the road again, and after walking for a long time, her calves became harder and harder, and she had to sit on the side of the road to rest.

Seeing that there were still forty miles to go from the Zhennan Military Region, she hesitated for a long time before getting on a bus, for which she spent five yuan.

And the people in the car also stayed away from her because of the smell on her body, and she didn't dare to sit, for fear of soiling other people's seats, but the flight attendant didn't dislike it, and pulled her behind her to put some paper.

The five yuan made her walk forty miles less, but there was still a long distance from the Heroic Soul Tomb, she couldn't walk a little, and wanted to take a ride, but others offered ten yuan.

She was too expensive, and she wanted to buy something for her son...... Other people who came to visit her son had good things, and she wanted to buy some too.

Finally, not far from the Heroic Soul Tomb, two kind girls used their cars to deliver the old man to his destination.

This is the last side of mother and son, and the last side of life. ()

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