When the plane was still drizzling. After several twists and turns, Ye Jian finally arrived at the Yellow River where Principal Chen personally sprinkled his old company commander, squad leader and two comrades-in-arms. The rain changed from drizzling to drizzling drizzling.

It was very cold here, with thick ice forming by the river and under the rocks. However, the yellow water at the waterfall still sounded so strong that it broke the sound of ice that prevented it from surging, and continued to go downstream with the broken ice.

The cold wind blew the hair and the icy rain wet the face. Ye Jian walked step by step to where Principal Chen once stood. There was an iron fence here and he could no longer go up.

Standing here, Ye Jian looked upwards and saw the water, mud and sand, and the large ice cubes rushing down from the upstream, surging with majestic momentum, standing on the gray-brown rocks, looking at the Yellow River that has been surging for thousands of years, holding the box tightly in his hand for a long time without moving.

Here, there are not only the heroic souls of Uncle Chen's comrades, but also many heroic souls of martyrs here. The rolling yellow water rushes towards you with a biting cold wind. Ye Jian, who seemed to hear the war song, looked down at the tight box and whispered: "Uncle Chen, I'll take you, and you will be able to reunite with your comrades soon."

"You said you don't want a memorial service, you don't want to be known by too many people. Look at you, and at this time, you still want to be unknown."

He slowly opened the box, the wind blew with the rain, wet the white ashes and blew away countless ashes. Ye Jian knelt on the cold and wet rocks, holding the ashes with his hands trembling...

The wind whimpered, like a trumpet, like a cry; the rain whimpered, it was tears, and it was sad; the strong wind blew away the ashes held in the palm of his hand, and blew handfuls one by one, and Principal Chen, who made countless contributions to the country, disappeared bit by bit until he only saved a box containing his ashes.

Looking at the empty box, Ye Jian blinked lightly, and there was water drop on his face that was not in the box, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

After leaving, Uncle Chen left. From now on, she will never see Uncle Chen again, nor will she hear the voice that makes her feel awe when Uncle Chen is harsh.

Leaving, really leaving...

Close the wooden box, Ye Jian, whose eyes were red, kowtowed to the Yellow River. When she kowtowed for the third time, she knelt for a long time and never got up.

Put down the military salute that had been honoured since the ashes started to spread, and the group stood quietly and did not persuade Ye Jian to come down early.

The wind and rain are still blowing, and as they are falling, the person who has been kneeling for a long time is still kneeling, and his slender back is like a spear that is temporarily stuck to the end. When he gets up, the spear is violent and the sword is cold, which will cut the sword through the darkness and then use bullets to destroy all sins.

Now, they were waiting for the female soldiers like spears to stand up.

"Goodbye, Uncle Chen, Ye Yatou will come to pay tribute to you next time." Ye Jian, whose forehead was hurt, stood up. The cold wind was too strong and the tip of his nose was blowing red. Ye Jian finally stopped standing between the storm at the storm. There were long ice thorns below. She retreated from the high place with the box and retreated between the leader and the guard. This time, she completed the military gift she gave alone.

There was another hero in the rushing Yellow River water, and another heroic soul. When Ye Jian turned around and left, he looked back again, as if he was looking at the rain, and the wind reflected a kind back towards the wind and the rain...
Chapter completed!