Many years later, on September 3, a certain year, the weather was clear today in most parts of the country.

Nanshan City, Nanhu Province, is on holiday nationwide today, but there are fewer pedestrians on the street than before, because now most people sit in front of the TV and watch a grand military parade in the capital thousands of miles away.

At this moment, a translucent figure slowly floated over Nanshan City.

The translucent body seemed to float aimlessly above Nanshan City, as if it was walking with the wind, and its eyes were not focused at all.

Gradually, the translucent figure slowly came to a huge park in the city, Nanshan Martyrs Park!

At this time, there were few tourists in the park, only the old men in groups of three or three were walking slowly, and the translucent figures slowly came to the middle of the park, in front of a huge martyr's tower.

The Martyrs' Tower is a combination of tower halls, with the Martyrs' Tower above and the Memorial Hall below.

Among them, the Martyrs' Tower is 38.6 meters high and has an eight-sided plane. The tower body is inlaid with the heart of the Qiyang stone monument to the south, and there is a great man's inscription "Martyrs' Park Monument". The memorial hall has a different plane and an octagonal shape. It comes out of the caucus, and the four corners of the hall are niches, and the back sacrifice hall is sacrificial.

At this moment, in the memorial hall, under the martyrs' tower, an old man sat in his knees and looked at the side of the martyrs' tower, with dense names on it, with more than 76,000.

In front of the old man was a bottle of white wine, a box of cigarettes, and a few cigarettes were lit and placed on the ground. There were only a few white cigarettes, and the white wine was opened and a small white porcelain cup filled.

The old man was wearing a dark green military uniform, slightly outdated, and some places were slightly white. Only above the military cap, the five-horned red star was still shining.

The old man's eyes were slightly dissipated, and his eyes looked at the names on the Martyrs' Tower.

Most of them he didn't know, but occasionally saw a few familiar names, and the old man's mind always appeared in his mind, familiar and unfamiliar young figures.

He was so young at the beginning.

After looking up for a long time, the old man's neck seemed a little stiff. After moving a little, a rattle sound came from his body. It was the sound of shrapnel rubbing against his bones. The old man had long been used to it.

But suddenly, the old man was stunned, his eyes staring at a familiar name on the Martyrs' Tower, and a picture popped up in his mind.

That was when they were constantly surrounded and suppressed, and in a temporary base after the war, an open-air wounded battalion was in a temporary base.

There is no tidy ward or clean bed, and there is only a piece of old clothes on the yellow soil that I don’t know who it is.

The gauze is yellow and has a dark red that cannot be washed off. Of course, they were once white, but after they helped dozens or hundreds of wounded soldiers, they became like this. Even so, they might have to wash it again and then continue to help those in need later.

At that time, the old man was only eighteen years old, and he was also lying among the many wounded people. He was shot on his right shoulder, and there were more than a dozen fragments left by the bomb on his right side of his body. Fortunately, he did not die.

On the ground beside him, a comrade who was completely blown away with a pale face and a year younger than him. When a bomb exploded, he was next to him, but he was not as lucky as him.

The comrades' face was pale, his lips were not even bloody, and his eyes were closed.

He knew that his comrades were almost out of reach. Although he was very sad, he had already seen death on the battlefield, and he did not have much sadness. Maybe he would do this tomorrow, the day after tomorrow.

At some point, the comrade suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him blankly, his dry and pale lips opened hard, and a whisper came.

"Is the position still there? Is the country still there?"

Hearing this voice, he was confused and didn't know how to answer, because he and he were carried off the position together, so he didn't know at that time, and could not wait for him to speak and answer, so this sentence became the last sentence he comrades said.

And today, he can finally reply.

The position is gone, and it is now a garden, a field, a place for girls and young men to date!

Today, the motherland uses a great military parade to commemorate all suffering, sacrifice and victory.

So, please rest assured that the country is still there, and the country is prosperous and the people are safe!

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Chapter completed!