This number made Fang Che's body suddenly shake, and his pupils dilated: "So many?"

This number is too huge.

You must know that these people guarding the main hall are all high-level warriors compared to ordinary people!

Even if it is four thousand years, there are more than 400,000 people, and an average of more than 100 people die in battle every year! At least!

Fang Che only felt that his throat was dry: "Is there no such thing as a peaceful year in these thousands of years, where no one dies?"

"That's for sure."

"That means that if you exclude the Taiping Year, hundreds of people will die every year on average!?"

Fang Che was shocked.

How many people are there in the entire guard hall in normal times? Counting the city branches, the logistics and finance canteen, etc., the total number of people is less than 5,000.

"Sometimes, when encountering the demonic flames, the deaths of those guarding the main hall are simply shocking. I heard that in one of the worst years, there were three groups of people guarding the Baiyunzhou main hall in one year. The first two groups... all died.

Clean and tidy, not a single one left.”

"That year, ten thousand people died just from the warriors guarding the main hall in Baiyun Continent!"

Yuan Jingjiang chuckled, stretched out his hand, pointed at the entire territory of the huge Baiyun Continent, and said softly: "Mr. Fang, the current prosperity of Baiyun Continent, with hundreds of millions of people and a majestic city, is built on the foundation of more than 400,000 heroic souls.

!”

"But we...if you don't come, we won't even be able to take care of the descendants of Yinghun's family."

Yuan Jingjiang's voice was heavy and vicissitudes of life.

Fang Che was silent.

The two of them didn't speak for a while, just watching quietly.

Looking at Baiyunzhou, which is made of heroic souls, the more I look at it, the more lovely I feel. The more I look at it, the more sour my heart becomes, and I feel like I want to cry. The heavy weight on my shoulders seems to be the entrustment of the heroic soul.

Fang Che remembered something.

"The lights of thousands of families are all on my shoulders; the life and death of all people are on my body!"

There has never been a moment when I understood this sentence so deeply and felt the responsibility in this sentence so deeply. It’s like the sky, the sea, the mountains!

A loud sigh.

Dissipated in the wind.

…

afternoon.

Countless crowds of people began to gather towards the Baiyunzhou Guarding Hall from all directions. There were white-haired old men, middle-aged women with young or young children, and women alone; some were well-dressed, and some were alone.

The clothes are shabby but clean...

It can be seen that each of them has worked hard to dress themselves up.

There are warriors and ordinary people.

Guarding the entrance of the main hall, colorful baskets full of flowers stretched out on both sides, like soldiers lined up to welcome him.

On the ground among the flowers was a bright red carpet, which was spread hundreds of feet from the outside in, covering the ground directly.

The entire ground of the guard hall was paved with red carpet.

Mountains of flowers and seas of flowers, fragrant and fragrant.

Twenty-four elderly warriors who had guarded the main hall in Baiyunzhou for more than sixty years were waiting at the door to welcome guests. They knew many people.

When I see a family member, I can basically call out each person's name accurately, and then the deacon in charge of registration will check the box, and two other people will come over to pick him up.

Move on to the next one...or the next one.

In front of the main hall, there are two huge couplets.

The first couplet is: Loyalty and iron bones build the glory of the mainland!

The second line is: Heroism and heroic spirit protect a continent of white clouds!

Hengbiao: Loyal and loyal through the ages!

Entering the guard hall, you are faced with a huge mountain stone. It is cut flat and square.

There are names engraved on all sides.

Densely packed!

Every name is carved with a steel knife, stroke by stroke, the golden sword is faint, the iron is painted with silver hook, fierce and majestic, and the sharp edge is revealed!

Just like a team of soldiers on the battlefield, everyone still holds a sharp steel knife in their hands!

It gives people a clear feeling from the bottom of their hearts that ‘the hero’s soul has passed away, but the war is still going on!’.

In front of the stone monument is a huge incense burner, with incense curling up.

Every family member who came in looked eagerly for the familiar name on the stone tablet.

When I finally saw it, my eye circles suddenly turned red and tears fell down.

An old woman whose hair was about to fall out was supported by a warrior wearing a robe to guard the main hall. She stood tremblingly, looking at the name above with turbid eyes, her eyes wandering.

"Xiao Qi...I finally see you again..."

The three words "Yan Xiaoqi" on it are powerful and powerful every stroke, as if they are about to fly out of the sky, fly into your eyes, and fly into the bottom of your heart.

"Xiao Qi, you came to Baiyunzhou to take office ten days after we were married. It's been eighty-three years since we parted ways..."

The old woman burst into tears: "Eighty-three years! I know you are resting in peace, but do you know how I came here? It has been eighty-three years, and the son you have never seen has become a guardian.

Now, you are still standing here, as sharp as before!"

She pointed her finger at the name and said to the son next to her: "That... is your father! Let your father see you. You are better than your father. At least you are living well. Give your father some incense."

The middle-aged warrior bowed deeply, lit a bunch of incense, respectfully inserted it into the ashes of the incense burner, stepped back, and bowed again.

"Yan Xiaoqi, this is your son. I have been worthy of you in my life! When I die, I will come to keep you company. I am afraid that you will still be young and handsome then, and you may not like me, an old woman..."

She looked at it infatuatedly, without turning her head. She just said softly: "My child, when mother dies, she will also come to Xishan Cemetery. Remember."

"...Mother will always live."

"I have lived enough... Your father has been waiting for me for eighty-three years..." The old woman shook her head, glanced at her husband's name with nostalgia, then turned around and gave up her seat.

As he walked, he kept looking back.

When she finally walked into the hall, she let out a desolate sigh: This was the place where her husband had been on duty during his lifetime. She affectionately reached out and touched the walls, tables and chairs, as if feeling that her husband's breath still lingered somewhere...

Countless people stopped in front of the big rock.

Incense.

Tang Zheng's mother also came down with the help of her sister. She saw the word "Tang Zheng" at the bottom. The old woman's eyes were red and she stretched out her hand to touch it gently.

"Zheng'er... are you still used to being there? Now that you have a wife, stop being so timid. If you have something to do, discuss it with your wife more often. If you miss your mother, come and see her in your dream... Your mother misses you too, every day.

think……"

She lit the incense in her hand but did not put it in. Tears kept flowing: "I really don't want to put the incense down. As soon as the incense is put up, it tells me that you and your mother are in two different worlds..."

Next to him, there was a thin old man squatting on the ground, stroking the name 'Li Changxue'.

Not a word, just an affectionate touch.

Just like back then, when my son was young, he stroked his head.

"Your mother has missed you for thirty years...she also came to find you last year. Have you reunited?"

The old man's wrinkles were like ravines, and there was some envy in his eyes: "You are reunited... But you have to wait for me, I want to see my grandchildren... I will report to your mother one by one when I go down..."

People kept coming in on the red carpet, coming to the big stone, stopping, searching, and muttering something.

More and more incense candles were lit in front of the stone monument.

Amidst the smoke.

This huge stone seems to have a bit more divinity. Every name is more lifelike, powerful and solemn.

It seems that these thousands of heroic souls have returned collectively and reunited with their families silently.

Follow your family silently...

Jing Xiuyun was busy at the door, but suddenly her eyes were fixed and she walked forward: "Mr. Ju, why are you here?"

Opposite is a tall woman with a high ponytail wearing a Venus deacon costume, carrying a long knife on her back, and two gold stars on her collar. She looks neat and heroic.

"Let me see Zuo Guanglie."

The woman with high ponytail said softly.

Fang Che, who was at the door of the hall, turned his head suddenly when his ears twitched.

Yuan Jingjiang whispered: "That's Ju Xiushui, the general deacon of Baixiangzhou; it's Zuo Guanglie's... they are lovers, anyway, it's quite complicated. Both of them have very strong personalities."

Fang Che let out a confused sigh, his eyes were deep, and there was inexplicable pain deep in his eyes.

The woman with a high ponytail carried a knife on her back, with a faint smile on her face, and said to Jing Xiuyun: "Zuo Guanglie said at first that he would go to Baixiangzhou to propose marriage after getting into Venus; but I waited until now..."

She looked at Zuo Guanglie's name on the boulder in trance, and murmured: "...he didn't go either."
To be continued...