The solemn wind came from the heavenly dome and washed fiercely on the body of a javelin figure wearing a white flower on his chest.

This is the Sichuan-Shu Air Base.

Everyone here today wears white flowers.

And in front of everyone, there is an urn.

Each urn is covered with a bright red national flag, and next to the national flag, there is a first-class meritorious medal and countless delicate white paper flowers.

"In the first battle of the Sichuan-Shu Air Force, the forbidden area of the feather demon dragon brigadier general level was leveled, and the lives of one hundred and thirty compatriots and comrades-in-arms were exchanged for the clear sky ......of Sichuan and Shu."

In the drizzling rain, the loudspeaker at the base used a low, magnetic voice to tell the meaning of this urn draped in the national flag over and over again.

Outside the base, there were already countless people of Sichuan and Shu waiting silently, they were wearing raincoats, raincoats and white paper flowers, everyone lowered their eyes and looked solemn.

Suddenly, the national anthem of Great Xia sounded.

"Our Blood, Forge Immortal Great Xia ......"

"Our souls are immortal and ......"

A low, rich prelude sounded.

At this moment, countless Sichuan and Shu people outside the base burst into tears, they stared blankly at the urn in the base, tears welled up in their eyes, and their bodies trembled slightly.

The bright and sunny days in Sichuan and Shu were bought by them with blood and rain, they stood tall, they were as strong as gods, but now they are ...... Lie down forever in that little wooden box.

Trample!

Trample!

Trample......!

The sound of uniform military boots sounded.

A soldier in formal uniform, walking with heavy and crisp steps, with both hands, solemnly holding up the heavy urn, the moment when the national flag was lifted in the wind, it seemed that dragging a living person.

"We don't want our country to fall, we will face a strong enemy."

"We don't want the mountains and rivers to collapse, we turn our backs on sentient beings and go alone."

"If the sun goes out, we will ignite it with our lives."

"If the home is cold, we will warm it with blood."

The rhythm of the national anthem suddenly soared, and it seemed that countless passionate and ambitious sons and daughters were roaring in unison, sending out an unwilling roar to the dark and turbid world.

"We use knives, guns, blood and fire!"

"We will fight to the death, fight, fight to the end!"

"In front of the lights of thousands of homes, there will be fearless people who will be swordsman!"

Lin Xiao stood under the eaves of the command room, looking at the white paper flowers fluttering in the sky, feeling the remnants of the loyal soul in the wind, and his eyes ushered in an unprecedented heat.

At this time, Yang Zhen was wearing an air force general's robe, and walked in front of all the soldiers step by step, stepping on him with white flowers on his chest, and the corners of his eyes were moist, but he said:

"If you don't take off the saddle to defend the river, how many people will come back to fight in ancient times?"

"On behalf of the Sichuan-Shu Theater, I would like to extend my highest respect and gratitude to the 130 elites of Great Xia who died in battle!"

Yang Zhen's white general's robe trembled.

Then under the watchful eye of all.

He slowly knelt down on one knee, and with the highest respect, knelt down on one knee before this one hundred and thirty urns.

Yang Zhen looked up and saw not 130 urns, nor 130 Great Xia flags, but 130 children of Great Xia, who seemed to be still standing alive in front of him, everyone was like a dragon, and everyone went to Huangquan......

"Two years of bloody war in Great Xia......" Yang Zhen's voice was hoarse and vicissitudes, he said: "Surrounded by all the strong, tigers and wolves in all directions, tigers and wolves are eyeing each other, every day, we have our dearest compatriots who die on the battlefield, this is our glory and our fate." ”

All the media present were moved and hurriedly filmed Yang Zhen.

At the same time, every word Yang Zhen said was spread simultaneously across the country.

"The soldiers of Great Xia have no way out."

"If we take a step back, our family and country will be lost."

"But they're all young kids."

"But for the sake of Great Xia, he died generously and died on the battlefield."

"Today, I, Yang Town, with the highest etiquette in Sichuan and Shu, are here to send them off."

Yang Zhen suddenly said in a deep voice: "Congratulations to me for the iron-blooded sons and daughters of Great Xia!" ”

"May the Yellow Spring not be cold, and warm my heart of Daxia Zhongsoul!"

All soldiers, stand upright, salute.

The next moment, mourning music replaces the national anthem.

A respect cannon fires at the sky.

With the most solemn etiquette, farewell to these people lying in the urn, they should be young, but for the family and country, if they can open their eyes, they can see the outside of the base, those people in white, how many people are their relatives.

Outside the base.

Listen to mourning.

Witness the transport plane land.

Watch the soldiers leave with the urn in their hands.

There was an old man who finally couldn't hold back and cried all the time.

"Son...... My son......"

Her son was one of the ones lying in the urn.

I talked to her on the phone two days ago, and at that time she felt that her son's tone was wrong, like a free and easy, and like an explanation of the future, but she didn't expect that today, it will be separated by yin and yang.

The misery in the world is not only that the son wants to raise but the relatives are not there, but also the white-haired people send the black-haired people.

However, at this moment, a young woman suddenly walked out of the crowd, her eyebrows and eyes were dignified, her temperament was cold, and she was wearing a red cheongsam, which looked like the clothes of a wedding banquet.

In the base, the soldier beside Zhang Huhan whispered: "That's Mengzi's fiancée, two days before the outbreak of the Feather Demon Dragon War, he was still in the hotel preparing for an engagement banquet, the wedding order came in a hurry, the engagement banquet just started, Mengzi returned to the barracks." ”

Zhang Huhan's pupils trembled and he looked at the red cheongsam woman, he didn't understand, let alone guess.

But the reality is that the young woman took off the red cheongsam, revealing the white plain clothes inside, and on that gentle face, she smiled desperately and beautifully.

She lit a piece of laying paper, and in the confetti, she stood plain and arrogant: "If you return victoriously, I will marry you in red, and if you die on the battlefield, I will guide you in white......"

On that day, Lin Xiao saw with his own eyes that a young woman dressed in white, carrying a bright lamp, walked to the martyrs' cemetery, ten steps of white paper, step by step to clear tears, and led the souls of the dead in the cemetery back to her home step by step.

"Although he is not married, he can be married in red clothes and attract souls in white, this kind of silent tenderness is simply the most eye-catching love ...... this era"

Lin Xiao was drunk and drunk.

Sure enough, in this chaotic and turbulent world, not only those animals in human skin, but also these sincere sons and daughters of Daxia.

Seeing this, Lin Xiao felt a little sour in his nose.

Huang Quan and Sun Sheng next to him silently handed over tissues.

was snatched away by Yang Yao first.

"Really moved......" Yang Yao cried profusely: "This is the real soul of China, marry you in red, and attract the soul in white, such a woman is worthy of the Great Xia soldiers who died on the battlefield!" ”

……

"May the cemetery always soothe the soul of the faithful."

The entire memorial ceremony gradually came to an end after the urns were sent to the martyrs' cemeteries in various places.

In the Sichuan and Shu base, he began to discuss meritorious deeds.

But there is a figure in decrepit clothes, coming silently.

"Mr. Jiufeng, why are you here?"

"Let's find a young Tianjiao."

The Great Xia Sword God, the town guard of the Great Xia Military Department, and the deputy minister of the Great Xia Military Department, Sun Jiufeng leaned against the door of the Sichuan Shu base, and said to Yang Zhen with a smile: "No way, those generals want me to be the master of the supervision hall, if I don't find some helpers, I will be exhausted to death." ”