The morning of Changbai and late autumn is overcast, the sky is overcast, and the sparse light rain makes people feel cold and drill into their bones.

The shops on both sides of the street were very unusual today, all the shops were not open, and everyone was wearing dark clothes and standing at the door of their respective shops.

Lao Zhang subconsciously tightened his neckline, he always smiled all day long, but today he has an old face of vicissitudes, and his eyes reveal a deep sadness.

A week ago, the gathering place launched the second expansion plan, and his son, as a member of the second battle group, naturally needed to contribute to this end.

The result of that battle was the victory of the agglomeration, and the fallen high-tech zone finally returned to the hands of humanity again, when the surrounding people cheered for it.

Lao Zhang closed the shop he relied on for a living, and drank sullen wine alone in the small shop, he was so old at that moment, even the gray hair with sideburns was so obvious.

His son did not come back, and when he saw several members of his son's group, Lao Zhang guessed the ending, and his son would never come back.

Lao Zhang took the clothes stained with his son's blood without saying a word, and there seemed to be the smell of his son still on them.

He has no resentment, his current shop is allocated by the gathering place, and his long-standing neighbors are still struggling in the slums of the North End.

But because his son is the chosen one, Lao Zhang is now living a better life than in peacetime.

There are gains and losses, this is a sentence that Lao Zhang usually always hangs on his lips, everything he has is his son in exchange for strength, and his son must also bear the responsibility that ordinary people can't bear.

The slightly rickety body stood upright, Lao Zhang's eyes were fixed on the other end of the street, today was the day when his son was buried in the ground, as a father, he was going to send his son on the last journey.

"My lord, it's raining outside, I'll go get you an umbrella" Deliana carefully folded the neckline of Zhao Mu's white and black shirt.

"No need, you go upstairs and call Yoyo down, it's time for us to go, the people below should have gathered, we can't let them wait too long" Zhao Mubai said lightly.

After hearing this, Delena turned around and walked upstairs, the hall where laughter was heard all day long was very deserted today, Luo Tianyi and a few little girls changed their favorite clothes in the past and put on a long black dress.

The four little girls stood at the door and looked out the window, the gloomy sky was full of dark clouds, this rain should be the last one in autumn, but I don't know when it will fall.

Zhao Youyou walked out of the upstairs accompanied by Deliana, and even Chen Pujia was wearing a pure black long dress.

"Let's go!"

Zhao Mubai sighed faintly, beside him, Zhao Youyou, Chen Pujia, and Luo Tianyi, the four little girls followed.

At the entrance of each villa in the villa area, people who have been waiting for a long time have joined this team, and everyone wearing black tones and clothes when they look at it makes people feel depressed and breathless.

The sky was cloudy and rainy, and Zhao Mubai was soon drenched, and the rain dripped down the tips of his hair, but Zhao Mubai turned a blind eye.

Li Miao, Liu Shan and other four ministers and a cadre of managers joined the team one after another, and everyone followed Zhao Mubai outside without saying a word.

The procession passed through the main street in the four districts of the gathering area, and people joined the procession along the way, and by the time they reached the halfway point of the mountain, the group had grown from a few hundred to tens of thousands.

The team continued to move slowly up the hill, sobbing and sobbing rising and falling, making the already oppressive atmosphere even more sad.

At the top of the hill, 2,000 Noxian heavily-armed axemen in black and red armor stood in a square under the leadership of Darius.

These indomitable warriors are motionless, and just standing there gives people a sense of slaughter!

The soldiers of the 1st and 2nd Regiments also sent some people to join the funeral, and they had already gathered at the cemetery.

Zhao Mubai took the lead in entering the cemetery, and when the last old man entered the cemetery, Zhao Mubai took a deep breath.

Taking a step, Zhao Mubai stood steadily under the stele, the names of some of the fallen soldiers had been engraved on the thirty-meter-high stele, but more places were blank.

Zhao Mubai took a deep breath, and his eyes as clear as water scanned everyone present.

"The end came three months ago, and in order to survive, people chose to unite together, so with today's Changbai, the gathering place is safe, but this is what countless soldiers have exchanged for their lives."

"When we are comfortably enjoying the hard-won peace in the gathering place, how many people and zombies are fighting to the death outside the gathering place!"

"They are unknown and soon forgotten after their deaths, but they are heroes, they are worthy of our memory, and they should always be remembered by us and by our descendants!"

"Because it was them, it was they who gave their blood and lives in exchange for what we have today, so they should not be forgotten"

"So we built the Martyrs' Cemetery and the Martyrs' Monument" stroked the Martyrs' Monument with one hand, and the cold and rough texture was transmitted to the mind through his fingers.

"The martyrs' monument is inscribed with all the heroes who sacrificed for mankind, I hope that one day my name will be engraved here, I hope everyone will not forget us, these heroes and martyrs who fought for mankind!"

Water droplets flowed down his cheeks, and Zhao Mubai didn't know whether it was rain or tears.

Standing under the monument of martyrs, Zhao Mubai bent down and bowed to countless martyrs.

Raising his head again, Zhao Mubai's eyes were resolute, "Send the last ride to the heroes!" ”

The soldiers of the 1st and 2nd regiments shouted in unison.

"Do you say you have no clothes? with the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear. Enmity with the Son"

"Do you say you have no clothes? With the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my halberd. Together"

"Do you say you have no clothes? with the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my armor soldiers. Walking with the Son"

It is obviously a poem that inspires the fighting spirit, but it is so pathetic shouted by the soldiers, they are paying tribute to the martyrs who have died, and the survivors will still fight for survival, in order to protect human dignity!

The rain was continuous, and the gusts of wind blew from nowhere, and the nameplate hanging next to the martyr's monument made a crisp sound of gold and iron.

In the dense procession, people have already shed tears, and the cemetery is full of their relatives.

Ps: Well, the writing is still a little insufficient, I can't write that feeling, but when I write, I still have some blockages in my heart, and finally thank the shangkou brothers for their reward.