It rained continuously for three days in Binhai, and the sky seemed to be falling.
Today is the day when Zhang Xiangbei, the Beimang God of War, held a memorial service and buried his ashes in Binhai.
The entire coastal area was eerily quiet.
No cars honked their horns, and no pedestrians laughed. All the citizens seemed to have made an agreement, dressed simply, and only held black umbrellas.
On the billboards of high-rise buildings, a scene of Zhang Xiangbei's military exercises was uniformly played.
But because he was wearing a helmet and visor, he couldn't see clearly.
When all citizens pass by, they will stop and watch, and send this legendary God of War off in his own way.
Because of Zhang Xiangbei, Binhai was dubbed a hero city.
Still because of Zhang Xiangbei, Binhai is the focus of the world today.
Binhai Academy.
The huge playground, which can accommodate more than 30,000 people, was filled with military students.
They are the hope of the motherland and the future of the military.
Even though it was pouring with rain, this group of future military forces still got up early and gathered in the playground.
Principal Li Peigong walked over and personally presided over the flag-raising on Monday.
Looking at the young and stubborn faces in the audience, Li Peigong was moved.
Zhang Xiangbei's death was a huge loss to the military.
This was an even more devastating blow to this group of military cadets who regarded Zhang Xiangbei as a beacon.
Li Peigong had the tickets in his hand, but he chose to accompany these children and send General Zhang off on his last journey in a special way!
"Raise the flag! Play the national anthem!"
A loud shout.
Magnificent music sounded.
Under heavy rain, more than 30,000 military cadets saluted and the entire army sang the national anthem!
"Rise up, you who do not want to be slaves."
"Build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood."
"The Chinese nation has reached its most dangerous time."
"Everyone is forced to give one last roar..."
The rain wet my face and mixed with tears.
This short song made everyone's voices hoarse.
Every military cadet was trembling with tears.
General Zhang fell.
The God of War in their hearts fell.
"headmaster!"
Suddenly, a hoarse and passionate roar sounded on the playground.
It's Han Dong.
As the flag bearer, he stood tall and tall in the audience and shouted hoarsely: "Can I ask you a favor?"
Li Peigong was stunned. Even though he didn't know what kind of help Han Dong wanted him to do, he nodded heavily: "Yes."
"Please go to the funeral site immediately! For me! For all the teachers and students of the school!"
"Say a few words in front of General Zhang's ashes!"
"You spent your whole life in the army! You were stained with blood on the battlefield! You are a role model for the whole army! You have fallen! There are thousands of us who will stand up!"
"From now on, this land and this country will be protected by us!"
"General Zhang! Have a good journey!"
As soon as this statement came out, all the military students shouted.
"General Zhang, have a good trip!"
Li Peigong's eyes were red and he couldn't help himself.
This is the infectious power of the legendary God of War Zhang Xiangbei.
He is not just a soldier, he is a symbol!
In this era that seems peaceful but has never been peaceful, the country needs military leaders like Zhang Xiangbei.
He is alive and respected by everyone.
Even if he dies, he can still inspire the bloody spirit of the whole army!
Who dares to say that these immature children in the audience will not grow up to be another Zhang Xiangbei in the future?
As long as there is passion in one's heart and an unswerving fighting spirit, how many Zhang Xiang will rise up in China in the future?
Zhang Xiangbei's existence is not only a sharp knife that shocks overseas, but also a legendary god of war.
His real value, his real meaning, is to let his believers become him through his own actions.
And, surpass him!
Staring at the children in the audience, Li Peigong's blood surged.
Maybe this is the real idol?
Boom boom boom!
Hundreds of military off-road vehicles broke into Binhai Academy.
Thousands of Beimang elites stood proudly, swallowing up mountains and rivers!
On every car, there is a bright red national flag flying, as if stained with blood.
Long Fei all saw the flag-raising scene.
The enthusiasm and passion of the children made this experienced veteran feel like he had returned to ten years ago overnight.
His eyes were red and his blood was boiling.
Long Fei will never forget the night when the young commander retired.
Out of anger, he punched the bastard who had thrown away his glory, abandoned Beimang, and betrayed his comrades!
The Beimang Army is famous all over the world because of him! He makes the enemy frightened!
But now, he is leaving!
"Do you know! Everyone regards you as their idol! Even I have always regarded you as a role model!"
"Do you know that all soldiers regard you as the ultimate goal that they must pursue throughout their lives!?"
"Do you know! How many people feel happy and safe because of your existence and your great achievements?"
"Now, you want to leave!?"
"You, Zhang Xiangbei, want to be a deserter!?"
Long Fei was heartbroken and found it difficult to accept.
For personal use.
He couldn't bear to see Zhang Ruoyu's achievements that he had earned with ten years of youthful blood and tears disappear in one fell swoop!
This bastard could have become the brightest star in the Chinese military!
I could have climbed to the top and written a legend for a lifetime!
For the public, if he leaves, if he dies.
How many soldiers will be heartbroken?
How many young people who admire him or even worship him will lose their faith?
Zhang Ruoyu, who received a heavy punch, did not blame Long Fei.
He knew that this little man couldn't let go of him or his ten-year friendship, and he didn't want to be reduced to an ordinary person. Ten years of military service would become nothing in the blink of an eye.
But Zhang Ruoyu never regarded himself as a so-called hero or spiritual leader.
He still remembered what his father said to him when he was very young.
"A real man deserves to die in the wilderness, why should he be wrapped in horse leather?"
Zhang Ruoyu's memory was still fresh in his mind, and he had followed it as before after joining the army.
"Zhang Xiangbei has already achieved great success and is admired by thousands of people." Zhang Ruoyu drank the burning knife and said to Long Fei and all the reluctant comrades around him. "What else can Zhang Xiangbei do for this country? What else can he do for this country?"
What does this piece of land offer?”
"In the future, do you want Zhang Xiangbei to lie on his merits and be worshiped by others?"
"Zhang Xiangbei continues to live as just a person. A so-called idol who may make the people feel at ease and the soldiers may see their strength."
"But if Zhang Xiangbei dies, tens of thousands of Zhang Xiangbei will come forward in China!"
"Zhang Xiangbei doesn't need to be worshiped, he doesn't need to be looked up to, and he doesn't need to be enshrined!"
"What he wants is for others to become him! And surpass him!"
"He is happier dead than alive!"
Long Fei looked at the group of children who had not even left the school gate yet, but could raise their arms and shout that this land will be protected by us.
Tears burst out of the dam and gush out.
"Brother, you are right."
"These kids are just like when you first entered Beimang."
Long Fei saluted all the military cadets and roared at the top of his lungs: "All of you! Get in the car!"
"General Zhang! I want to say my final farewell to you!"
