The change came very abruptly and caught people off guard.

The two people who had just witnessed Liu Tengfei's weird madness were still thinking hesitantly in the resort.

However, at this time, they or no one in this world noticed, and before they knew it, the trajectory of the real world had once again undergone an imperceptible and small change.

……

Beijing time, just after 2 p.m.

In Moscow, thousands of miles away from Beijing, the capital of the Soviet Socialist Russian Federation, which experienced the first cold wave of autumn, white snowflakes drifted in the air in the wind, and the citizens on the road were also in a hurry.

In a garden on the outskirts of a huge city, the morning sun shines through the dense clouds, scattered chaotically and misneatly on the freshly snow-covered grass and gravel path; Between the larches and birch trees in the breeze, the crystal snowflakes flutter everywhere, as if adding a bit of sacred air to the whole cemetery.

"Squeak--, squeak-"

The sound of leather boots stepping on the snow is neat and uniform; The honor guards in woolen coats walked slowly on the central road of the martyrs' cemetery in neat appearance, and the snow flakes on their shoulders and military caps shook off from time to time and slowly fell to the ground.

The three soldiers marching at the front of the short honor guard procession have solemn expressions and solemn demeanors; Escorted by two soldiers on the left and right with shiny SKS semi-automatic courtesy guns on their shoulders, the middle soldier carried a red flag with a golden sickle, a hammer, and a hollow five-pointed star. Under the cold wind blowing with snowflakes, the flags fluttered, and the military appearance was solemn. A simple and solemn memorial ceremony is about to begin here.

Over here. It is an air force martyrs' cemetery left over from the Soviet era; The cemetery is buried with the commanders and fighters of the Air Force who bravely sacrificed their lives for the country and the nation in all the wars to defend the Great Soviet since the October Revolution.

The cold wind continued to blow. There was a lot of silence in the empty cemetery, and there was a little cold loneliness.

Standing not far from the main road and watching for a while, an old man in charge of the cemetery care, although he felt a bit of a biting chill at this time, still rubbed his hands, tightened the placket of his heavy clothes, and then began his daily routine inspection. He served here as a cemetery keeper for more than ten years, and he was also a glorious Red Air Force soldier at the time, although he was also very unconvinced by the pilot boys who flew the war eagles in the sky when he served, but now he is with these comrades who once served together in the same great army. In such a way, the emotion in his heart has not subsided for many years.

Yes, the young men buried here, after all, cannot be compared with the number one aces such as Kozhdub and Pokryshkin who are buried in the Novodevichy Cemetery, but they are also tough guys who bravely sacrificed their lives for the country; It is said that "veterans don't die, they just wither", compared with these comrades-in-arms who are sleeping underground, they can live to the end of their lives, which is a kind of luck or misfortune.

Step by step through the lawn covered with the first snow. The old man's hand caressed the white marble tombstones that passed by, bringing down patches of cold snow; He recognized every tombstone here, every good young man, and it was as familiar and impressive as his close family for so many years.

"--Stand upright! - Raise your gun! ”

Listen to the sound of orders in the distance. The old man's steps were still calm, and he came to the vicinity of the end of this large white tombstone; The tombstones here are still as clean as new, and there is no writing on them. It is a place reserved for future relocation. - Of course, look at the shape of the world right now. The last war in this huge country was fought in Afghanistan almost forty years ago, and there will probably be no newcomers in this cemetery for a long time.

It was as if he stood still in a bit of a daze. Looking at the rows of blank marble tombstones extending out in front of him, the old man heard a crisp empty gunshot, which was the honor guard firing guns in tribute; Standing in place for a long time and not turning back, there seemed to be tears gradually sliding down on his old cheeks.

Can you still hear the gunshots, comrades?

Ah, have those glorious times become forgotten history after all......

"After the ceremony! Put away the gun! ”

With the sonorous sound of the butt of the gun hitting the ground, the neat queue stood solemnly with guns, and two groups of honor guards slowly walked forward carrying wreaths. On this cold autumn day, with the first snow falling in Moscow, on behalf of the glorious Soviet Union, they paid high tribute to the heroic sacrifices of the predecessors of the Red Air Force, and stepped forward step by step with the firm determination to practice the glorious path of their ancestors and bravely defend the motherland.

At the end of the brief ceremony, as solemn as when they came, the honor guards raised their guns and shoulders and marched in a neat line across the snow-covered gravel road. The cold wind blew, and the sunlight that dispersed the dark clouds shone brightly again, shining on the monument in the center of the cemetery, and the shining golden five-pointed star reflected the shining light.

With the departure of the mourners, silence returned to the empty cemetery.

In this peaceful era of singing and dancing, a secluded place like the martyrs' cemetery may have been forgotten by many people in the depths of memory; The dusty years that accompanied countless young lives seemed to have turned into a wisp of light smoke in the boundless sky, quietly dissipating in the vast river of history.

However, even so, the old man who had finished his inspection still stood silently in the cold wind; The figure covered with snowflakes was still straight, facing the huge cemetery that was already covered with snow, the old man's arm slowly raised, facing these lovely comrades-in-arms who were sleeping in the ground, taking off his hat and saluting.

Comrades-in-arms have come to see you, boys!

The war-torn times are gone, but are you doing well in Heaven? Igor, Maxim, Anatoly, Sergey......

History cannot be forgotten; No matter how long the years pass, the blood and fire of the past will never be forgotten.

The old man, who had stood for a long time, gradually turned away with a complicated heart; The group of white tombstones in the wind and snow is still standing silently.

At this moment, in the martyr's cemetery, no one noticed, no one noticed, in the snowflakes flying in the sky, located in the penultimate row of a large number of tombstones, a white marble tombstone on the left, the original smooth and unmarked tablet, but at this time there were already Taoist marks out of thin air.

Just a moment ago, the monument was blank; However, when the unknown factors flashed, the situation had become different. On the slightly rough stele, the carved patterns and records are as usual; What emerged out of thin air on the stele was a rather unusual name:

Viktor Antonovich Rezonov.

…… (To be continued......)

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