An extremely low voice sounded in the Caoshan camp.
On the huge screen in the square, the scene of one hundred thousand soldiers embarking on the journey was played. Although this scene was performed by actors, the sense of immersion was very strong.
Everyone was immersed in the music and the visuals, as if they were watching the soldiers going off to battle in front of them.
Zhou Yuan stood quietly in the crowd, no one could recognize him.
Zhou Yuanqi already had tears in the corners of his eyes, and his heart was touched for a while.
When he was very young, Zhou Yuanqi listened to Uncle Steel telling the story of the 100,000 soldiers. Without them, the city of Grasse would surely perish.
If Glass dies, it will be difficult to find the Divine Key.
If the divine key cannot be found, then all this will no longer exist.
"Dad!" Zhou Yuanqi called softly and grabbed Zhou Yuan's wrist.
Zhou Yuan glanced at Zhou Yuanqi and replied: "Let's go forward!"
Zhou Yuan nodded.
Then, Zhou Yuan and Zhou Yuanqi left the Caoshan Camp and walked along the Cao-Georgia Railway.
On one side of the Cao-Georgian Railway, countless stone tablets stand. On each stone tablet are engraved the statues of soldiers and the lives of these 100,000 soldiers.
"The soldiers of Caoshan Camp are considered a very special force in Longdian."
"When the Battle of Tianhe started, they fought a fierce battle with the Yuecheng people in order to protect the Tianchi. Each of the brothers braved the hail of bullets. Even though the enemy was outnumbered, no one retreated!"
"Nearly 70,000 people died in that battle." Looking at these stone tablets, Zhou Yuan's face was full of pain.
Many people around were looking at the words on the stone tablets and reading the life stories of these soldiers.
Zhou Yuanqi burst into tears as he listened to his father's story.
Sudden.
A young man on the stone tablet attracted everyone's attention.
"Dad!" Zhou Yuanqi called.
Zhou Yuan walked over and looked at the young man carved on the stone tablet.
Du Xiaohe, codenamed Zhan Tianhe, was just eighteen years old on the day he went out with the team.
"As old as you, an eighteen-year-old child." Zhou Yuan stretched out his hand and touched Du Xiaohe's face on the stone tablet.
Closing his eyes, Zhou Yuan seemed to feel the scene on the battlefield at that time.
A brave and fearless young man, in order to kill the behemoth in the sky, did not hesitate to use his own body to detonate the ammunition and die with it.
"He should be the youngest one. Zhan Tianhe is Liu Ao's subordinate. He was fifteen years old when he first joined the army. Liu Ao has been training him all this time."
"He may still have parents who are still alive." Zhou Yuan continued.
"I was only eighteen years old, and I sacrificed myself like this." Zhou Yuanqi's tears kept falling.
Zhou Yuan said no more and continued walking along the railway.
If he didn't see a stone statue, he would stop and look at it quietly for a while.
Zhou Yuanqi stayed quietly by his father's side without saying a word.
Along the way, Zhou Yuan was telling stories to Zhou Yuanqi.
Zhou Yuan said: "Yuanqi, dad missed your growth when you were young. Your uncle Iron should have taught you many, many things, right?"
"Yes!" Zhou Yuanqi responded.
"For me and for this world, Uncle Steel has sacrificed a lot."
"He told us never to be intimidated by the difficulties in front of us. He also told me that no matter where I go in the future, I must remember where I came from."