National Juggernaut

Chapter 98 Nameless
Shiqian City, First Ring Road, City Hall Back Street, Historical Memorial Hall.

Every city, every race, has its own history, whether it is war, or peace, or sacrifice, or betrayal, or declaring light, or half-covering it, it can be denied, it can be obliterated, or even It can be altered, but its once-existing reality will always be proved by history itself.

In an era when consciousness can determine matter and the future, "knowing" is a kind of power. Museums and historical memorials are not deserted public dating places, but areas where scholars, students, and even soldiers and soldiers often come.

Conventional large libraries and historical museums are the most popular public facilities, where countless people find their goals. Apart from myths and stories, the hottest areas are historical novels.

But in addition to the big history of mankind, the small history of the city-state also has special weight for the people living in it.

Even today, the "five-haired man" is still the substantive incarnation of the strongest shield guard. The hero who opened up the future and guarded the city in the past accompanied future generations in another way.

As for whether there are some mistakes and deviations, it doesn't really matter, whether it's in terms of use value or people's cognitive level.

At least, he, or she, has existed, struggled, and sacrificed for Cheng En's descendants, and has not forgotten.

There are more than 30 blocks in Shiqian City, most of which have their own museums and memorial halls. In addition to the prey of the "leaders", they are also exhibition halls of the deeds of the predecessors and victims in each area.

Many people think that the "prey exhibition hall" of the former is the real focus and a popular viewing spot, but the soldiers come here basically for the latter.

After the newcomers reach a certain level, they often come to see them. They have psychological needs and comfort, as well as material needs in a substantial sense. Even if it is not for the sake of future myths, they can also refer to the evolutionary path of their predecessors and do some refer to.

All the memorial halls are free and free to enter and exit. The only one that strictly checks the entry and exit conditions is the super-large historical memorial hall in the back street of the municipal government.

Only the first half of it is open, and from the middle, it is heavily guarded.

According to gossip, this is the base camp of the Ministry of Culture of the Twelve Chinese Ministry of Culture, and the most elite unit of the Ministry of Culture, the "History Watcher", is permanently stationed here.

At a higher level, this rumor has long been confirmed. The watchman of history is the gravekeeper of heroes.

In the second half of the museum, there is the legendary [-] Immortal Heroes Memorial Hall. They are often a small independent room, in which there is a complete portrait sculpture, and his past and main deeds are inscribed on the inscription at the back, and finally. On his own coffin, there are still a pile of tributes from posterity and his personal items, such as novels and DVDs related to him.

The name says it is one hundred and eight, but today, there are actually more than 400 rooms. It is said that every time after using that strategic weapon, the "heroes" have the right to choose whether to return here.

This is not a comfortable choice. Every time I wake up, I am in the worst state. I go out to fight for my life and then come back with injuries all over my body. I put it in a coffin with more pain, waiting for the next call. Even so, most of the seniors will still come back.

"Thirty times you will be free."

This is the unspoken rule among them, and it is also the motivation to encourage them to persevere. In fact, very few people can live to that day, and the very few people who really wait until that day, how can they choose to be free.

"I wish you to lie in the museum as soon as possible."

Before the expedition, such blessings were circulated among the soldiers of Shi Qian.

This is not only a vicious curse, but also a great honor.

Fortunately, in the past 50 years, "One Hundred and Eight" has only been activated twice, and not many people died in battle, but ten people have been replaced, most of which are replacement applications made by younger generations.

If a senior really lies down in it, all his family members will come to watch the ceremony, which is also an extremely glorious moment.
"Really, it's kind of absurd."

But today, in front of a small memorial hall that has just been built, facing two serious watchers of history, Xie Ying, the only spectator, feels a little absurd.

【Hero of Shiqian City, Zheng Li】

The copper signboard set up in advance is hung on the door of the small room, and there is a jade statue of a smiling young man inside, but the inscription on the back is empty.

People are still outside, but the tomb has been built and is not yet empty.

Jiang Fengyin had just been put into the stasis room under the promotion of four historical watchmen who were walking forward.

The disciple's tomb, but let the master go down first.
"Zheng Li, do you really know what this means?"

mean what?If Zheng Li were here, he would probably laugh at Xie Ying's stupidity.

Since he proposed the terms of exchange, he naturally knew what it meant. It meant that as the price of the exchange, he would have to lie in sooner or later!
But this is the only answer among thousands of possibilities.

Perhaps, if he was really here, he would say something with a smile.

"It's fine if I don't go to the end."

Faintly, Xie Ying seemed to have heard someone say such a sentence.

In a blink of an eye, a history watcher stood in front of him. On the red tray, there were three objects wrapped in blood-red embroidery.

A medal, a certificate, and a contract.

Taking a deep breath, Xie Ying signed his name on the contract. There is only one genre left.

That's right, one person.

A few days ago, under the operation of someone, Lan Mengqi and Zheng Li quit Fengmingliu in the written registration, and left a strange message of "We will join again when Sister Yinzi wakes up",

According to the usual rules, Xie Ying, the only member of Jiang Fengyin's faction, became the person who had to watch the ceremony and sign the oath.

How is he feeling?No one can know.

However, when he slowly walked out of the memorial area, he sighed deeply and shook his head again.

Putting on sunglasses, walked around the corner, and met the black armbands who had been waiting for a long time.

Today is the training day, Director Xie has booked the usual training spot, and the bus is waiting to go together.

[The designated archery training place of the Seventh Division of Disciplinary Inspection——Brother Fengmingliu, Xie Yingliu. 】

Looking at this familiar signboard, Xie Ying himself felt a little ironic.

The colleagues and subordinates behind him also remained silent.

After entering, those who should wipe the floor should wipe the floor, and those who should clean the dojo should clean the dojo. When the whole dojo has a new look, it will be in the afternoon.

After eating a terrible box lunch together, everyone said goodbye.

In the gymnasium, only the tall and thin figure was left, silently tasting the unpalatable bento.

"It's really unpalatable. It's far worse than Master Jiang's."

The lonely figure, eating and lowering his head, seemed to have some more unpalatable liquid mixed into the box lunch, which made him unable to eat anymore.

He put down his lunch box, picked up his bow, and walked to the gym.

One arrow, one arrow, one arrow.
My heart finally calmed down, but the sound of stepping on the floor was heard far away in the night, and it seemed a little lonely.

(End of this chapter)