Chengying woke up, but his mind was full of a thought, and he wanted to explode and open, and Chengying couldn't raise his head.

Write a scripture, "Unknown Sutra", pay tribute to those unsung heroes, and become the faith and impulse of Chengying.

In order to protect the ten dynasties from abuse, the unsung hero who died under the swords and guns of wolves and beasts.

The name on the Gaza flag is just a symbol of the very small number of them in their hearts, the nobodies. The infinite box of Gaza's flags is the true face of the scriptures! This is Chengying's highest respect for them.

Chengying's basic swordsmanship of sword practice has not been completed for three years, and his immature shoulders have not borne a heavy burden.

In the handwriting of Chengying, there are no adults and the same old people, and the rich connotation of the font.

However, Chengying will not be discouraged, a true scripture can be completed in a lifetime, and Chengying will proudly say, "There are no regrets in this life".

But the writing is not good, and he has wronged a nobody, and Chengying's heart is really uneasy.

Looking up at the dilapidated tent, the couch covered with a few weeds on top of the snow.

I can't help but think about it, and I don't know how much suffering we have to go through.

The task can be completed.

Sitting up, looking at the separate tent, I remembered yesterday's nameless words.

"We are equal", there are only a dozen or so tents, how can they not be wronged Chengying's face is like fire.

I don't know how to raise it, and I don't dare to meet people.

simply took out a slender soft sword and practiced the swordsmanship of love and hatred.

The cold winter, the icy sword flowers, and the faint smell of blood have not yet dissipated.

Half an hour, after half an hour passed, the body was a little stiff and soft like cotton, indescribably relaxed and comfortable.

Although the swordsmanship has not improved much, the problem just now is understood.

"No matter what, people always need to face".

But before I went out, I remembered that my mother was raining, was it a heavy responsibility?

Mom Drifting Rain, Mom Drifting Rain Owner, Chengying's father!

Since he is a father, how can he not embarrass Chengying and blame him.

Now that you know it, why do you want Seungying to find the answer?

embarrassed Chengying, scratched the lesson, and became the hardship of Chengying's memories.

Could this be what you, Mom's Rainy Fun do?

In the midst of a hurried footsteps, a figure opened the door sheet of the tent and ran in, a five-flowered face, red as fire, bulging eyes like a ball, when he saw Chengying, he was a little nervous, cowering, not knowing how to speak.

Chengying looked at such a cute move, and couldn't help but relax even more, and said, "Say it, since you're here."

The seven-foot-tall man knelt in front of Chengying and said, "Please lead the atonement."

"It's burned, the nameless hall master is burned."

"After you fainted last night, the nameless hall master burned."

When Chengying heard such words, he couldn't help but feel a little sad. In my heart, I also feel that as a commander, I should also send them on their last journey.

But as a commander, he can only hold it in his heart.

He said: "Burn it, burn it! It's because Chengying is not good, I didn't accompany them, and I sent them all the way."

"You'd better get up."

The prime man kneeling on the ground was even more red-eyed and red-eared. He just didn't stand up, and stubbornly said, "The ruler is not like this, it is the hall master who has not washed their faces."

Chengying's heart was also full of a little regret, how could he not take a look?

Why? The words come out of the mouth.

Commander Chengying, the master of the Nameless Hall has spoken, and their faces can only be approved by the owner of the Drifting Rain Village, and the approval of the Commander of Chengying. Why?

The nameless hall speaks, this is a rule, does the commander really have this rule?

Chengying knew that Chengying would understand these things, but who made Chengying the commander, and said differently: "Chengying and Nameless are discussing and making decisions." ”

"You get up first!"

"Yes, Commander Chengying, I am the 500th team of unknown soldiers, and the team leader is the second egg.

Captain Erdan, thank you for Commander Chengying.

"Let's go, go out with Chengying to have a look, our mission has just begun."

The two walked out with each other.

On a sunny day, the sunlight reflected an arc of light on the snow-white earth, stinging Chengying's eyes. After slowly recovering, Chengying also had to understand a truth, what kind of situation also needs to learn to adapt.

Looking up at the hill not far away, it was snow-white, but it was at the top of the hill, about five feet high.

He looked back at Captain Erdan and said, "Captain Erdan, is this hill too high?"

Tell the commander of Chengying, it is high, the heavy snow and the corpses of the Guyue clan are only five feet high, and there is still a long way to go from the corpse mountain bone mansion of the owner of the Drifting Rain Village, and we still have a long way to go.

In the vast sea of snow, there is no end to forget, the busy and unknown soldiers, in addition to practicing swords, guns, swords and sticks, are even more nervous to add firewood and shovel snow for cooking.

The melting snow water may be really sweet, far away, Chengying smells the fragrance, and adds a little, smoky and burning world.

The most beautiful moments, but that's it.

Said to the captain of the second egg, "Is it noon?"

Captain Erdan, swallowing his saliva, slid his Adam's apple up and down and said, "It's not there yet." ”

Chengying sighed and said, "Accompany Chengying to the place where the unknown soldier is cremated, let's go!"

In the blink of an eye, the two of them came to a two-foot-deep pit, looking at the black nest without a trace of blood, and there was still a trace of heat and temperature.

Chengying watched, looking at the traces of life that disappeared without a trace, picked up the wine bag hanging on his waist, pulled the stopper, and splashed a little on the ground, with a "rest in peace".

Plunged into deep mourning.

Not long after, Chengying jumped into the bottom of the nest and said loudly: "Hold a trace of your ashes."

Chengying picked up a handful of ashes in his hand, slowly poured them into the wine bag, grabbed a handful of charcoal that had not been burned completely, kneaded it into pieces like fine noodles, and added the remaining little burnt knife wine bag.

Pulled out the soft sword on his waist, and on the middle finger of the wine bag, he slashed a thin hole, and the bright red blood slowly flowed into the wine bag, and when he took it for a while, when the stopper was tightened, he said to Captain Erdan:

"The soft sword is the pen, the wine bag is ink, there are no traces of the people who are nameless, Chengying has no faces, and they can relieve their fatigue with the burning knife of the owner of the Floating Rain Village. The Gaza flag is paper".

"The pen, ink, and paper are ready, and the shadow will not miss a trace of the engraved medal."

It's that Chengying's brushwork is still very rusty, and there is no sense of a famous artist.

Captain Erdan said: "Thank you, Commander Chengying." ”

Unable to breathe with excitement.

But why is it that deep in Chengying's heart, he really doesn't want to write once!

Take a deep breath, the clear sky and the cold east wind make the breath even colder.

Chengying's thin body is not afraid of the cold winter that has not yet grown. Chengying's inner will is not yet as hard as iron.

sighed, the burden was too heavy, but how could time stand still, how could there be a moment of waiting for Chengying.

Go back! sigh how can you use it!