Chapter four hundred and ninety nine sending comrades
Although the drizzle continued to fall, thousands of Chinese compatriots came and waited quietly on both sides of the street, with sad looks on their faces.
At nine o'clock in the morning.
"rise."
As He Zhenzhong's voice fell, military coffins were lifted up one after another.
He Zhenzhong, Yan Longhui, Situ Lingfeng, and Zeng Fan were at the front of the team, carrying the four corners of the military coffin on their shoulders, and slowly walked out of the cold funeral parlor with neat steps.
boom.
Deng Deng Deng.
boom.
One step at a time, amidst the roar of artillery fire, a long team appeared, and translucent military coffins appeared in everyone's eyes. Everyone knew that there was a young soldier lying quietly inside.
A soldier with no regrets.
boom.
Deng Deng.
The team moved forward, slowly heading towards Independence Square.
"Mom, why are you crying?" A little girl held her mother's hand and shook it.
The woman squatted down, hugged her daughter, pointed to the military coffins, and said with a choked sob: "Qiuqiu, you must remember these uncles, every Qingming Festival in the future, and today, no matter where you are, no matter where you are
Whatever you are doing, you have to come back and lay flowers at that monument, you know? Because the lives of mother and you were bought by our uncles."
"Well, mom, Qiuqiu has remembered."
Amidst the sound of artillery fire and the choking sounds of the Chinese people, 513 military coffins slowly approached Independence Square.
In front, family members of military personnel who came from China stood there with tears on their faces.
Deng Deng Deng.
"The coffin falls."
Swish.
Everyone raised their hands together, supported the military coffin, and slowly and gently lowered it to the ground.
"salute."
Swish.
In the drizzle, all the soldiers stood upright and paid the most solemn and noble military salute to these grieving family members.
"Auntie, this way, I'll take you there."
"Grandpa, here, slow down."
The family members, supported by Huo Fenghuang and the female soldiers of the medical team, walked towards the military coffins neatly placed there.
"Is it here?"
"Well, grandpa, my brother is lying inside." A young woman supported an old man and cried, "He looked very quiet, as if he was asleep, and he was covered with a national flag."
The old man nodded, "Don't cry. His father died on the battlefield in Vietnam, and his uncle also died in the border conflict. He did not disgrace them and died on the battlefield. We should be proud of him, do you hear me?"
The woman looked at the old man. Her grandfather's thoughts had always been feudal and he always wanted to inherit the incense. But after his brother died, there was no male in their family.
Shaking, the old man stretched out his hand, dropped it inside, and gently touched his grandson's face. Although he said he would not cry, two turbid tears suddenly rolled down from his eyes.
beside.
"Mom, didn't you say you would bring me to see dad? Where is dad? Oh, mom is a liar."
Holding her three-year-old son in her arms, she tilted his head back. Two lines of tears kept rolling down the young woman's face, like beads with broken strings. She kept staring at the military coffin, looking at the things inside.
The familiar face said softly with choked sobs: "Dad, he is too tired and has fallen asleep. Bingbing, please stop crying, you will wake dad up."
"Really? But when will dad wake up? He also said he would take me to the amusement park. He said he was from the People's Liberation Army and would never lie." The little boy pouted.
Hearing this, the woman burst into tears and turned her head away. How should she answer her son?
Lin Xiaoxiao stood behind their mother and son, holding an umbrella for them, and she had already burst into tears. Soldiers are worthy of the country and the people, but they can only be sorry for their own relatives.
behind.
"Son, Mom is here, Mom is here to see you off." An old woman with gray hair stood there with the support of Tang Xinyi, tears still dripping down her face, and she was holding a plastic bag in her hand.
Pocket, voice trembling, "Son, mom also brought your favorite pancakes."
As she said that, she walked to the military coffin, opened her pocket, took out pieces of pancakes, and put them next to the military coffin, "Son, Mom thinks, Mom will no longer be able to make them for you in the future, so I will make more."
Take these with you and eat them slowly on the way, ah."
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Tang Xinyi also closed her eyes, tears kept rolling down. The saddest thing in the world is for a white-haired person to give a black-haired person a gift.
"child."
Seeing an old couple helping each other turn around, Ye Cunxin, who was holding an umbrella for them, quickly reached out to support them, "Auntie, uncle, if anything happens, just tell me."
"Well." The woman turned back, glanced at her son in the military coffin, and said, "He hasn't been home for three years. He has grown up and matured a lot. We want to take a photo with him. Can you help?
Help us?"
Ye Cunxin gritted her teeth, held back her tears, and nodded, "Yes."
Looking at everything in front of them, He Zhenzhong and others also turned their heads, feeling their noses sore.
General Gao Shiwei and others who came from the Southeast Military Region were also silent, with sad eyes. They were all veterans and had seen too many scenes like this, but every time they saw it, they still couldn't help but feel sad in their hearts.
after an hour.
The grieving family members were slowly asked aside.
"Lift the coffin."
"Send comrades in arms."
Boom boom boom boom.
The artillery erected around them all opened fire.
A total of five hundred and thirteen rings.
Hua Hua Hua.
All soldiers held their guns, raised, pointing toward the sky.
Bang bang bang.
Clear gunshots rang out one after another.
The team slowly came to the square and faced the Monument to the Heroes standing tall in the middle of the square. Numerous names have been engraved on the monument. However, there are still many empty spaces left by He Zhenzhong and others.
Their own, from the moment they set foot on the Indonesian battlefield, everyone had no intention of returning alive.
Deng Deng Deng.
Heavy footsteps sounded. The supreme leader of China, soaked in the rain, strode over, came to the foot of the monument, stood facing the crowd, then raised his right hand and saluted a military salute.
He Zhenzhong and others were also stunned. Is the supreme leader here too? He didn't receive the notice.
The supreme leader stood there, slowly looked around at everyone, and slowly spoke...