Anti-japanese War: Invincible Starts from Yaobai

All are ready to mourn the fallen warriors.

And commemorating their exploits... Lose.

Chapter 217

Five days after the general announced, all the decorations sacrificed in the Sixing Warehouse will be publicly commemorated nationwide.

The time has come now.

Jinling!

In the big square.

Countless crowds of people are surging.

Most of them are dressed in black.

Due to a little bit of the last autumn rain in the morning.

So everyone is more or less holding a black umbrella.

Looking down from the sky, it is like forming a black ocean.

Solemn and solemn.

The time has come to November.

No one expected that there would be such a little drizzle today.

It was very windy.

It was as if the heavens were silently weeping for the dead soldiers.

There were nearly 10 people present.

They all spontaneously lead their children.

Silently stood around the square.

not talking.

Maybe some young children can't understand why their parents are so serious today.

They whispered to their parents.

"Mom and Dad, did something happen today? Why is there no smile on everyone's face!"

Young children will ask like this.

As for their parents, they would just squat down and touch their three-year-old children.

Then he said in a very serious tone: "Baby, I didn't come today, here are some soldiers fighting for us on the front line!

They are our relatives, and they have the same blood as ours!

Mom and Dad brought you here to see off these uncles, look up, they are even looking at us in the sky..."

"Oh……"

The young child looked up at the sky, but saw one piece after another of dark clouds.

There is a concept in the mind of a young child:

It turned out that these dead soldiers were their relatives.

They are all people with the same blood.

These uncles are an amazing bunch.

When they grow up, they should also learn from these uncles!

Fight devils together...

Some of the family members of the soldiers cried here long ago until they passed out.

Because some of their relatives were on the death list.

Not to mention the ashes came back.

Soldiers who are now dead.

It is a luxury to be turned into ashes and handed over to the family.

Because most of the dead soldiers had no one to collect their bodies at all.

Under the mopping up and oppression of the devils, even collecting corpses has become extremely difficult.

and so……

This time, it is one aspect to pay homage to the dead warriors in the four-row warehouse.

On the other hand, there is also a collective memorial to the soldiers who died in previous wars.

"My son, after you die, we are orphans and widows, what should we do..."

An old woman fell to her knees, crying loudly.

Her son had died in the previous war.

Next to him was also kneeling a woman with a pretty face.

This is the daughter-in-law of the old woman.

The two cried as quietly as possible.

People around watched silently.

Some people walked over and patted on the shoulder.

In this way, comfort these two sad people who have lost their husbands and lost their sons.

There are more than 10 people around, logically speaking, it should be very loud!

Even if everyone makes a little noise, 10 people are enough to make a loud noise.

However, the scene was very quiet.

Not even crying.

……

Xie Jinyuan was also holding a black umbrella among the crowd.

He now has a slightly altered face.

Wearing a backpacker's unique regular clothes...

With a serious expression, he stood on the edge of the square not far away without saying a word.

Maybe now he also has mixed feelings in his heart, because he came to participate in his own sacrificial ceremony...

It feels weird, probably the only experience in my life...

"Brothers of the 4th row warehouse, you go all the way, the 100 brothers who died in the warehouse, don't worry, your relatives will be raised by me and thank someone for help!

If you are an old man, I will definitely go and see more, and help you to be filial!

If it is a young child, I will also give all my money to help these children grow up! "

Xie Jinyuan thought silently in his heart.

His eyes looked towards the center of the square.

His mother, holding his blind father.

Walk slowly in the center of the square.

All the people around looked at him with admiration.

This is the hero's parents.

Such glory is well deserved.

After Xie Jinyuan's parents heard that their son had died, the old father was so angry that he went blind on the spot!

My eyes were blinded on the spot, and I could no longer see any light.. 0

The old mother also shed tears all day long.

The body goes from bad to worse.

Every time Xie Jinyuan thinks of his old father's empty eyes, he feels heart-wrenching pain.

At the same time, I am quite glad that I came back early.

If he came back a few days later, his father would probably die slowly because of the hunger strike.

The eyes are blind, and it is basically impossible to recover after losing the light.

Xie Jinyuan's mother walked slowly while leading her blind wife.

Wearing black clothes.

solemn.

It is a good thing that his son is not dead.

but……

After Xie Jinyuan's narration these days!

This old couple found out:

The soldiers led by his son died more than 100 people.

More than 100 Yanhuang soldiers died in the warehouse of the 4th line, and there were no bones left after being bombed.

Xie Jinyuan's old mother and old father felt that they should appear.

I silently pay homage and condolences to these warriors in my heart.

The two old men supported each other, and before reaching a certain place, the people around them would subconsciously make room for them.

Get out of the way.