At the gate of the Babaoshan Martyrs Cemetery, there were two soldiers with live ammunition standing at the door, with serious expressions.

Lao Zhou stood next to the door, watching the people who came to worship leave.

"What the hell is going on? Why did you let us go? ”

"I didn't give you any notice beforehand."

"I can only come back in three days"

“……”

Those who came to worship were also dissatisfied.

Lao Zhou stood silently aside, and when others asked, he could only say that the above notice was given, and did not say the specific reason.

He was the guardian of the Martyrs' Cemetery, nearly 60 years old, his face was covered with wrinkles, and there was a shallow scar on the corner of his right eye.

This is when he was a soldier, he was cut by a bullet during a mission, and at that time, his life was almost gone.

He has no relatives, no wife and children, and has been in charge of guarding the cemetery since he was discharged from the army.

When he was young, he also had a partner, but the woman persuaded him to change the job, but he didn't agree, so they broke up and never got along.

Lao Zhou suddenly received a notice that the martyr's cemetery would be sealed for three days, and no one was allowed to enter or leave casually.

He looked at the pilgrims who were stopped outside and was very surprised.

"What's going on? Why don't you let people come to worship? ”

Lao Zhou asked his superiors, but as a result, his superiors only told him one sentence, special circumstances, strictly keep secrets.

Lao Zhou walked around the door with his hands behind his back, he had been guarding for most of his life, and it was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

Is there something big?

After about half an hour, the martyr's cemetery became empty, except for the soldiers guarding it, there was not a single pilgrim.

It didn't take long for a military vehicle to drive at the door, with the sign of the Modu Military Region.

The military vehicle stopped, and a female officer in military uniform walked down first, with a slender figure and a heroic posture.

What made Lao Zhou strange was that this female officer actually opened the door for someone.

Lao Zhou thought it was for a certain big leader, but it turned out to be a young man who was less than 20 years old, and he didn't even wear a military uniform, but wore a black sportswear.

The young man was very handsome and very athletic.

Who is he?

Disciple of the gate?

Could it be that this young man is coming to close this place temporarily?

Not really, right?

However, Lao Zhou was quite surprised, there were many people worshipping in the cemetery every day, but basically they were all elderly, and few young people came.

Countless doubts flashed through Lao Zhou's mind.

At this moment, Long Xiaoyun stood next to Chen Feng and looked around, there was no one else around.

She exhaled and said, "I'll send you here, I still need to deal with something, if you need to call me again." ”

Chen Feng nodded.

"Gone."

As soon as Long Xiaoyun turned around, he heard Chen Feng say, "Sister, thank you." ”

Long Xiaoyun was stunned for a moment, stopped, smiled softly, and said a little helplessly and a little funny: "Only at this time, I remember that you are still a big boy, the youngest soldier king of the current generation, work hard, come on." ”

Long Xiaoyun reached back and waved his fist.

Long Xiaoyun got into the car and drove away.

Through the rearview mirror, Long Xiaoyun's eyes stayed on Chen Feng for three seconds.

"Chen Feng, I can't understand you anymore." Long Xiaoyun said softly.

Although she didn't understand Chen Feng, she knew that what Chen Feng did must be right.

Chen Feng stood at the gate of the cemetery, looking up at the steps along the way, and a huge stone monument was erected on the top of the mountain.

Chen Feng stared at it for a long time, quietly feeling everything around him.

The land under your feet is the place where the soul of the strongest army in modern China rests.

A gust of wind came out, the surrounding trees rustled, and the surroundings were very quiet.

Chen Feng took a deep breath and strode into the gate, and when he passed the gate, the two privates did not stop him, but saluted Chen Feng.

Lao Zhou looked very strange, he felt that the young man in front of him was very special, but he couldn't say what was special.

He wondered what this particular young man wanted to do here, was it a simple worship?

Lao Zhou was about to go in and have a look, when an extended military vehicle drove over and stopped at the door.

Then, two old men stepped out of the car.

Shofu!

Old Zhou recognized it at a glance.

This is a big shot!

Lao Zhou is a veteran, and of course he knows what this uniform represents.

What's going on today?

At this time, an old man walked up to Lao Zhou and said, "Are you the mausoleum keeper here?" ”

"Report the peak, yes!"

"From today onwards, in the next three days, what should you do, what should you do, don't disturb the young man inside." Dai Lao said in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

Lao Zhou stood up, saluted Dai Lao, and said sonorously.

"You used to be a soldier?"

"Report to the peak, Zhou Jianguo, 3rd Battalion, 3rd Company, 3rd Squad of the 125th Regiment of the 123rd Combat Brigade of the Third Army of the former Modu Military Region." Lao Zhou replied loudly.

Dai Lao raised his right hand and saluted Lao Zhou.

"Remember, no matter what he does, no matter what you see, don't bother him, he is the hope and spiritual sustenance of our modern soldiers." Dai Lao said solemnly.

"Yes!" Lao Zhou replied loudly.

Lao Zhou's heart trembled, how could he let Shangfeng praise a young man so much, shouldering such a big mission on him?

"Go get busy."

"Yes!"

Lao Zhou turned around, walked into the cemetery, and returned to his small wooden building.

Lao Zhou walked to the window, picked up the binoculars from the desk, and looked in the direction of the cemetery.

He was so curious.

What is this young man who carries the future and spiritual sustenance of modern soldiers in the mouth of Shangfeng to do?

Lao Zhou was surprised to find that the young man walked in front of one tombstone after another, and he stopped in front of each tombstone.

"What does he want to do? It's weird. ”

Lao Zhou had never seen such a strange thing, and he was even more curious about the behavior of young people.

The young man's steps were very steady, neither fast nor slow, and he seemed to be reading something and saying something.

However, the distance was too far for Lao Zhou to hear what he was saying.

"Did he walk through every tombstone?"

Lao Zhou looked at the young man in surprise.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Feng walked through all the tombstones, and finally, walked to an open space, sat down, and closed his eyes.

Chen Feng carefully felt his surroundings and tried his best to integrate himself into the surrounding environment.

When Chen Feng completely calmed down, a vast picture slowly unfolded in his mind.

On the vast battlefield, the billowing smoke of gunpowder, the rain of bullets in the qiang forest, the sound of horns, qiang, artillery, shouts of killing, countless soldiers went forward to follow one another......

Countless martyrs fell in the flames of war, and countless soldiers stood up......

That's history.

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