Chapter 657 In front of the hero’s tomb, the hero’s tears
Today's welcome banquet for the [Chen Royal Family] ended in such a farce.
The senior officials of the Chen family ordered the thirteen candidates for the throne to stay in [Shangjing] for the time being, waiting for a series of tests later.
The competition for the throne is a matter related to the fate of the [Chen Royal Family], so it cannot be taken carelessly.
It is impossible to determine who will be elected based on martial arts talent alone.
Moreover, in today's martial arts talent test, only half of the people were tested, and the other half were not tested.
For the sake of fairness, the Chen family decided to invalidate today's martial arts talent test results.
The martial arts talent test will be examined later.
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The night was dark, and the night sky was covered by a layer of thick clouds.
After the welcome banquet of the Chen family, Chen Qi and Zhuque were walking home.
Chen Qi's residence is not far from the Chen family's residence. It takes more than ten minutes to walk there, which saves the trouble of driving.
It is now eleven o'clock in the evening, the traffic flow on the streets has stopped, there are few people around, it is peaceful and quiet.
But you can still see a few lonely figures walking on the street, including even women and children.
Generally speaking, women, girls and children should not go out alone at this time.
But [Shangjing] is one of the three imperial cities, and the safety factor of this city is much higher than that of second- and third-tier cities.
Therefore, even if it is close to midnight, there is no need to worry too much about your personal safety.
Probably, this is one of the charms of the imperial capital!
"Dragon Lord, how will you arrange the next few days?"
Suzaku suddenly asked.
Chen Qi replied without thinking, "I finally came to [Shangjing] and took my wife and children around. [Shangjing] is known as one of the three imperial cities. Let them experience the alternative scenery of the imperial city."
"But before that, we have to go to the Tomb of Heroes first."
On the way to [Shangjing], Chen Qi proposed to visit the Tomb of the Heroes [Shangjing].
[Shangjing] Tomb of Heroes is the largest tomb of heroes near the northern border. It contains the souls of countless heroes who died fighting for the country.
Most of the soldiers who died in the [Dragon Temple] led by Chen Qi are also buried here.
They didn't catch up with the Tomb Sweeping Day, but now that it's here, they should naturally pay respects as soon as possible.
This is also a tribute to the heroes.
Suzaku nodded, "I'll make arrangements immediately when I get back."
Chen Qi glanced at Suzaku, "Do you want to go home?"
"Home?"
Zhuque was stunned, "Whose home is it?"
"Yours, isn't your home in [Shangjing]?"
Suzaku shook his head and replied firmly, "I won't go back!"
Chen Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, "Suzaku, tell me honestly, what happened in your family?"
Suzaku tilted his head to one side and remained silent.
Seeing this, Chen Qi became even more convinced that there was something unspeakable about why Suzaku didn't want to go home.
Ever since Chen Qi met Zhuque, Zhuque has always been by his side, inseparable.
Perhaps, Suzaku subconsciously regards Chen Qi as a 'family member'.
So why not Chen Qi?
Just like other generals in [Dragon Temple], their friendship with each other far exceeds the relationship between superiors and subordinates.
When Chen Qi saw Zhuque in such trouble, he naturally came up with the idea of helping her.
"If you have any difficulties, just tell me, maybe I can help you?"
Suzaku was silent for a moment again, "Then, can you ask Dragon Lord to come with me then?
I'm a little scared to go back alone..."
"I am glad to."
"Um."
Chen Qi smiled slightly, then raised his head and looked up at the night sky, "This is it, it's going to rain."
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Tick tock~~tick tock~~
The next day, the entire city of Shangjing was shrouded in a curtain of rain.
However, this little rain will naturally not hinder the prosperous start of the city's day.
Correspondingly, in the east of the city of Shangjing, a cemetery composed of hundreds of thousands of heroic spirit walls seemed particularly peaceful.
A huge monument stands in it, with eight characters engraved on it: People's Heroes, Immortal!
Not far from the monument, you can see a one-armed old man wearing a raincoat and a cloak, holding a big broom and cleaning some accumulated water on the ground along the way.
His name is Wang Dawei, which means he has great potential.
Decades ago, he responded to the country's call and rushed to the battlefield to protect his family and country and bravely kill the enemy.
The old trumpet on his waist implies that he was a trumpeter in the army at that time.
At that time, the battle was so dark that the sky was dark, the sun and the moon were dim, corpses were strewn across the fields, and blood flowed like rivers.
Fortunately, in the end, they won.
But many of his comrades-in-arms are all sleeping underground.
The arm he lost was also lost in that battle.
The army decided to let Wang Dawei be honorably discharged, but Wang Dawei spent the rest of his life waiting at the Tomb of the Heroes.
It has been cleaned patiently and maintained carefully for decades.
Just because buried here are his most kind and lovely comrades!
Pa-ta~~~pa-ta~~~
At this time, I heard a subtle sound of feet tapping on the rainwater, coming from not far away.
Wang Dawei stopped what he was doing and subconsciously looked for sound.
But in the rain curtain, I saw a young man and woman, with solemn expressions, walking towards this side one behind the other.
The man's steps were sonorous, his face was bright and handsome, and he was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
The woman is extremely graceful and heroic, holding a big black umbrella in her hand.
Wang Dawei was a little confused.
Although it didn't rain heavily today, the roads were full of water and difficult to walk.
Logically speaking, most people would not come to the Tomb of Heroes in this kind of weather.
In fact, excluding festivals such as Tomb Sweeping Day and Army Day, there are not many people who come to the Tomb of Heroes on weekdays. It is considered good to have more than a hundred people coming every day, and most of them are just a few here and there.
But the two people in front of me actually came to visit the grave in the rain, which was really rare.
As the two approached, Wang Dawei took the initiative to move out of the way, watched them off, and walked toward the [Heroes' Tombstone].
Holding a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of liquor, Chen Qi placed the gifts he brought in front of the [hero's tombstone].
He looked back sideways, looking at the tombstones around him that had names, no names, or were slightly incomplete due to the age, and fell into silence.
‘Zhang Dequan, male, sergeant of the 13th Brigade of the First Army of the Northeast Field Army, a native of Shangjing, died heroically in the defense of Beilang City. He died at the age of 21!’
'Liu Zhen, male, captain of the 11th Brigade of the Third Army of the Northwest Field Army, was born in Biancheng, Puzhou. Because he was responsible for smooth communications, he crossed the battlefield several times to rescue communications. He was hit by artillery fire and died heroically at the age of 19!
'
'He Xiaodong, male, sergeant of the 7th Brigade of the 2nd Army of the Northeast Field Army, was from Wuyang, Nanchuan. He bravely rushed into the local fortress with explosive packs in hand because of attacking local positions, and died with the enemy. He died at the age of 22!'
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How many young men as young as a flower died in the sea of blood filled with flames before they could enjoy the beautiful life in this world.
How many times, their faces have been scorched black by the ruthless flames of war, but when they smile, they can still keep their teeth white and their eyes resolute.
There were so many of them that even their bodies were incomplete at the moment of death.
Do they regret it?
No!
They are heroes who care about their country and their country. Even if they shed blood and sweat for it, or even sacrifice their young lives, they have no regrets!
