Together, they had fought against the super-effective nomadic militia over there.

So, the aborigines of the ethnic groups over there also came to bid farewell to Qin Jin.

Simple off-road trucks transported the coffins of Qin and Jin, and the meandering funeral procession finally arrived in the Mustag Mountains, the northwestern frontier of the Far East, the Wakhor River in the upper reaches of the Wakhan River, where Pakistan-administered Kashmir and Afghanistan meet.

The cold wind, whirring and blowing on King's Landing Love's face, like a knife cut, solidified tears, forming an upside-down glacier on her eyes, she was wearing a thick sheep's felt hair turban, and Min Yichen was not afraid of the cold, and she only wore a thin leather windbreaker at an altitude of five thousand meters.

"It's a river of ice." King's Landing said to her husband, exhaling a white mist of water.

Min Yichen also saw the wide and long glacier.

The sparkling Wakhan River illuminated by the icy sun, this season, a thin layer of ice has formed on the river, and the biting ice water flows slowly under the ice, according to the water burial rites of the mousse, this will be the final destination of Qin and Jin.

The imam, dressed in a white robe and a white hat, presided over a brief funeral ceremony, and four soldiers carried the coffin covered with the flag of the Far East out of the car and put it on a small boat, and the boatman carried the four soldiers far away to the deep waters of the mouth of the glacier.

When the soldiers lifted the coffin covered with the national flag and gently sank to the bottom of the river, King's Landing Ai cried uncomfortably, although she never stopped crying.

Hot tears melted the glacier in the corner of the eye, and soon a new one was formed.

And the only thing Min Yichen can do is to wipe away the tears that freeze when the wind blows for his wife, and then hold her in his arms and touch her lower abdomen with his hands.

The sunlight of the alpine geography sprinkled on the glacier, like a layer of broken gems, shining on Qin Jin's coffin, where it sank.

Goodbye, Qin Jin.......

Rest in peace, our great hero.......

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At the end of the funeral, Min Yichen helped King's Love.

"King's Landing Love!"

And at this very moment.

A woman's voice resounded very abruptly behind Jun Lin Ai and Min Yichen.

The couple turned back at the same time, and King's Landing saw a woman dressed as a local woman, dismounted, the woman's eyes were cold, and she didn't look very friendly.

The woman wore a thick camel hair turban, her skin was dark, and she wore a cashmere robe and a black robe.

Who is she?

King's Landing Love was very unfamiliar with her, and looked up and down at the sturdy woman, not quite sure if it was a female soldier on the Qin and Jin troops.

"May I ask who you are?" King's Landing Love calmed down his inquiry.

Without saying a word, the woman stepped forward and stuffed a wooden box in her hand into King's Landing's hand.

Holding the wooden box in his hand, King's Landing Love understood that it might be a relic of Qin Jin.

The woman spoke very unkindly.

"He didn't leave anything, you know, money and real estate don't matter to him, I cleaned up his dormitory, and after cleaning up, I found this, it's related to you, and I brought it over."

King's Landing looked at the wooden box in his hand in amazement, it was badly worn, but it had been carefully wiped and repaired, obviously Qin Jin cherished the contents very much.

Min Yichen looked at the woman silently, and the woman didn't say anything next, but walked silently to the shore, looking at the place where the sun shone a layer of light in the distance - Wakhan Glacier, the burial place of Qin and Jin.