It rained on the coast for three days in a row, and the sky seemed to be falling.

Today is the day when Zhang Xiangbei, the god of war of Beimang, held a memorial service and buried his ashes in Binhai.

The whole waterfront is eerily quiet.

There were no cars honking, no pedestrians laughing, and all the citizens seemed to have discussed it, dressed plainly, and only wore black umbrellas.

On the billboards of high-rise buildings, a picture of a military exercise heading north was uniformly played.

But because he was wearing a helmet and mask, he couldn't see clearly.

When all the citizens pass by, they will stop to watch, and in their own forms, send this legendary god of war on his last journey.

Because of Zhang Xiangbei, Binhai was crowned as a hero city.

Or because of Zhang Xiangbei, Binhai is in the spotlight of the world today.

Primorsky Military Academy.

The huge playground, which is large enough to accommodate more than 30,000 people, is full of cadets.

They are the hope of the motherland and the future of the military.

Even though the pouring rain was pouring down, this group of future military forces still got up early and gathered in the playground.

Principal Li Peigong paced over and personally presided over Monday's flag-raising.

Looking at the immature and stubborn faces in the audience, Li Peigong was moved.

The fall of Zhang Xiangbei was a huge loss to the military department.

It was a devastating blow to this group of military cadets who regarded Zhang Xiangbei as a beacon.

Li Peigong had a ticket in his hand, but he chose to accompany these children to send General Zhang on his last journey in a special form!

"Raise the flag! Play the national anthem! ”

A shout.

Magnificent music played.

Under the heavy rain, more than 30,000 military cadets saluted the military and sang the national anthem!

"Arise, you who do not want to be slaves."

"Build our flesh and blood into our new Great Wall."

"The Chinese nation has arrived, the most dangerous time."

"Everyone was forced to let out a final roar..."

The rain wet his face and mixed with tears.

In just one song, it sang everyone's voice.

Each cadet trembled and burst into tears.

General Zhang has fallen.

The god of war in their hearts has fallen.

"Headmaster!"

Suddenly, a hoarse and passionate roar rang out from the playground.

It's Han Dong.

As the flag bearer, he stood tall at the bottom of the stage and shouted hoarsely, "Can I ask you a favor!" ”

Li Peigong was stunned, even if he didn't know what Han Dong wanted him to help, he nodded heavily: "Yes." ”

"Please go to the funeral immediately! For me! For the whole school teachers and students! ”

"Say a few words in front of General Zhang's ashes!"

"You've been fighting all your life! Bloodstained Territory! It is an example for the whole army! You're down! Thousands more will stand up! ”

"From now on, this land, this country, will be guarded by us!"

"General Zhang! You're good all the way! ”

As soon as these words came out, all the cadets shouted.

"General Zhang, go all the way!"

Li Peigong's eyes were red, and he couldn't help himself.

This is the infectious power of the legendary god of war Zhang Xiangbei.

He's not just a soldier, he's a symbol!

In this era that seems to be peaceful, but has never been peaceful, the country needs military leaders like Zhang Xiangbei too much.

He lives and is admired by all people.

If he dies, he can also stimulate the blood of the whole army!

Who dares to say that these immature children in the audience will not grow up to be another Zhang Xiangbei in the future?

As long as there is blood in the heart and an unswerving fighting spirit, how many Zhang Xiangbei Pingdi will rise in China in the future?

Zhang Xiangbei's existence is not only a sharp knife to deter overseas, but also a legendary god of war.

His true value, his true meaning, is to make his believers who he is.

And, surpass him!

Staring at the children in the audience, Li Peigong's blood was bursting.

Maybe this is the real idol?

Boom Boom!

Hundreds of military off-road vehicles broke into the Primorsky Military Academy.

Thousands of Beimang elites stand impressively, swallowing mountains and rivers!

On every car, the bright red national flag fluttered, as if it was stained with blood.

Long Fei saw the scene of raising the flag.

The children's enthusiasm is surging, making this veteran of a hundred battles seem to go back to ten years ago overnight.

His eyes were red, and his blood was rolling.

Long Fei will never forget the night the young marshal retired.

Because of his anger, he punched the bastard who lost his glory, abandoned Beimang, and betrayed his comrades!

The Northern Mang Army, famous all over the world because of him! Strike fear into the hearts of your enemies!

But now, he's leaving!

"Did you know? Everyone thinks of you as an idol! Even Lao Tzu has always regarded you as a role model! ”

"Did you know that all soldiers see you as the ultimate goal to catch up with all their lives!?"

"Do you know! How many people are happy because of your existence and because of your great achievements! Feeling safe? ”

"Now, you're leaving!?"

"You Zhang Xiangbei, you want to be a deserter!?"

Long Fei was heartbroken and difficult to accept.

For selfishness.

He couldn't bear to watch Zhang Ruoyu's exploits in exchange for ten years of youth and tears disappear in one day!

This bastard could have been the brightest star of the Huaxia military!

I could have climbed to the top and written a legend!

For the sake of the father, if he is gone, if he is dead.

How many servicemen will be heartbroken?

How many young people who adore him, or even worship him, will lose their faith?

Zhang Ruoyu, who received a heavy punch, did not blame Long Fei.

He knew that this little man was reluctant to give up on himself, reluctant to be reluctant to be a comradeship for ten years, and he didn't want to be reduced to an ordinary.

But Zhang Ruoyu has never regarded himself as a so-called hero or a spiritual leader.

He still remembers what his father said to him when he was very young.

"The eldest husband should die in the border field, why should he be shrouded in horse leather!"

Zhang Ruoyu still remembers it vividly, and after joining the army, he has always pursued the same as before.

"Zhang Xiangbei has become famous and is admired by tens of thousands of people." Zhang Ruoyu drank and burned the knife, and said to Long Fei and all the reluctant comrades-in-arms around him. "What else can Zhang Xiangbei do for this country? What else can be given to this land? ”

"In the future, do you want Zhang Xiangbei to lie on the merit book and be worshipped?"

"Zhang Xiangbei continues to live, just one person. A so-called idol that may reassure the people and may make the military see the strength. ”

"But if Zhang Xiangbei dies, there will be tens of millions of Zhang Xiangbei in Huaxia!"

"Zhang Xiangbei doesn't need to be worshipped, he doesn't need to be looked up to, and he doesn't need to be offered up!"

"What he wants is for someone else to be him! And surpass him! ”

"He is better to be dead than alive!"

Long Fei looked at the group of children who hadn't even left the school gate yet, but could raise their arms and shout about this land, guarded by us.

Tears burst and gushed out.

"Brother, you're right."

"This group of children, just like when you first entered Beimang."

Long Fei saluted all the cadets and roared angrily: "All of them!" Get in! ”

"General Zhang! I want to say my last goodbye to you! ”