lerbook Chapter 121
Chapter 121
Chapter 116: The Day of National Sorrow
Guoshang is the top funeral in Kyushu. Once it occurs, it means that Kyushu has fallen.
Three hours ago, the last exploratory force sent by Marshal Lin Jun returned and brought back information that was still unexplorable.
“Marshal, this list of killed… please sign.”
The subordinates gently handed over the list of the dead. Everyone on the list was once a famous soldier in the major military districts.
But now, they all sleep in the deep sea together with the war mech.
And in the first row and first column of the list of deaths, Lu Yu is impressive.
Marshal Lin Jun’s eyes were red, and he stared at the list of the killed in silence for a long time. In the end, he said with difficulty: “I…can’t sign, you go find…Marshal Xu Zhen.”
This list of deaths can be regarded as the list of the highest ranks in Jiuzhou in a century. Everyone is eligible to be listed in the Hall of Valor in Kyushu!
The Hall of Heroes in Kyushu is a higher-level cemetery than the cemetery of martyrs.
As long as the victims have made great contributions to the Jiuzhou State, they can be listed in the Hall of Heroes in Kyushu after their death and enjoy the most lofty condolences of hundreds of millions of people.
The list of sacrifices of this degree must be signed by the military marshal in order to take effect.
The subordinates retired silently, found Marshal Xu Zhen again, and handed the list of deaths up.
“You want Laozi… to admit that Lu Yu is dead?” Marshal Xu Zhen trembled: “Lu Yu is impossible to die. He is the future leader of the Asian coalition army and the future human god of war. How could he die at this time… ”
The subordinate shook, and said with difficulty: “Marshal, General Lu was not killed by the gods and demons, but… by the hydrogen bomb!”
“Marshal, please accept reality!”
Marshal Xu Zhen staggered down and buried his head in his palms, unable to calm his mood for a long time.
Marshal Ye Chenjian next to him watched, sighed, and picked up the list of the dead at random.
“Since the two of you can’t sign, then I will sign.”
Marshal Ye Chenjian looked at Lu Yu on the list, slowly picked up his pen, and wrote his name at the end of the list.
After writing, the pen is lost.
The three characters Ye Chenjian seemed to drain all the marshal’s energy.
A thin list of those killed in battle, at this moment as heavy as it is, was held in both hands, and respectfully sent into the Hall of Valor in Kyushu.
…
On the National Day of Death, all cities in Kyushu will be flagged at half-mast, and Lu Yu’s face will be projected in the center of the city.
People came and went on the street, but they were all silent. When they looked at the young man with the rank of general on his shoulders, they couldn’t help feeling sad.
Life as a master, death as a ghost.
Kyushu will come out of the stars and live up to the old country’s grace!
In just four sentences, Lu Yu’s life can be summarized incisively and vividly.
On this day, everyone knows the name Lu Yu sweeping the world.
And at ten o’clock in the morning on the National Day of Death, all electronic screens across the country were forced to turn.
No one expressed dissatisfaction, because various departments had already notified this matter.
On the electronic screen, the endless blue shores of the East China Sea appeared.
At this time, the national flag and military flag of Kyushu were flying solemnly on the seashore. Behind the flag-bearers, thousands of new tanks were densely packed with fighter planes in the sky.
At this time, a white-haired old man in a marshal’s coat walked to the forefront, with white flowers on his chest and a bunch of tender yellow orange flowers in his hands, his eyes sad and solemn.
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Suddenly, the sound of bells and drums sounded, vast and deep, conveying the longevity of heaven and earth, and the vastness of pain.
With this deep background sound, the white-haired old man slowly opened a piece of faith.
He held Faith in his hand and looked at the blue East China Sea.
In the depths of this sea area, he buried the most proud young soldier of Lin Jun, and buried the guide of the Jiuzhou Kingdom, who had never met in a thousand years…
“Careful and loyal, clank and iron bone…”
The old man spoke slowly in the face of the fishy sea breeze.
Every word of him can be heard by the people of Kyushu.
“You, shape the soul of the Kyushu Iron and Steel Army with a meager body!”
“Take the lead to build the Great Wall of Kyushu!”
“With non-stop day and night, form an army of nine states!”
“You are…” The old man burst into tears. “You are the most outstanding young general of the Kyushu Army. You are the towering backbone of the Kyushu Land and the most proud disciple of my Lin Jun, Lu Yu!”
Shattering!
Thousands of tanks all fired at the East China Sea, and the flames burst into the sky.
Hundreds of fighters carrying spray paints interweave Lu Yu’s face portrait in the sky.
Marshal Lin Jun, this is using Jiuzhou’s most noble mourning ceremony.
From ancient times to the present, there are very few people who can use this kind of mourning ceremony, and without exception, they are the generals of the country!
Under the gunfire, the old man recited the last paragraph of the paper letter in his hand.
“Qiyue Wuyi? The same robe with the son, Master Wang Yuxing, repair my spear, and share the same hatred with the son!”
“Qiyue Wuyi? Same with Zi, Master Wang Yuxing, repair my spear, and work with Zi!”
“Qi said Wuyi? Same clothes with Zi, Master Wang Yuxing, repair my armor, and walk with Zi!”
An Old Qin Poetry “No Clothes”, facing the sea breeze and sacrifice, spread throughout the whole Kyushu.
…
In the military residence of a large city in the East China Sea, an old couple sat in a single-family villa and burst into tears watching the TV.
They hugged each other, crying out of breath, especially the old woman, who almost didn’t breathe.
“My son… my son… come back.”
On the desk behind the two elderly people, there is a family photo.
The young man in the middle of the photo is only a teenager, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, thin and tall.
That was Lu Yu in high school.
“My son… Mom misses you… Come back…”
…
In the cold winter of the northern border, the Gene Second Army was solemn and silent. Thirty thousand soldiers took off their caps and bowed their heads in mourning to the central Gene Second Army banner.
Lin Chenxi murmured: “Life as a master… Death is also a ghost.”
“Chief, you… go all the way.”
On the snow-capped mountains opposite the Gene Second Army, Ma Jian condescendingly watched this scene silently.
He was dancing wildly with red hair, dangling a cigar, and his eyes dimmed slightly.
“General, the Gene Second Army is unstable today, are we…” Ma Li’s adjutant asked hesitantly.
Ma Jian turned his head and shook his head slightly, “Today, the Northern Army is General Lu Yu of Kyushu…Flies the flag at half-mast, sings mourning, and performs a funeral!”
Today, the Northern Heavy Army and the Gene Second Army no longer confront each other, but share the mourning of a young general.
…
The gods and demons troops, Pei Junfeng and Chu Yunzhong walked in haggardly, and all the members have gathered here.
Sword Master Lin Du took the lead in taking off the hair crown, looking sad.
“Since then, Lu Yu has been listed in the Hall of Valor in Kyushu.” Pei Junfeng endured pain and said, “I respect him, so…the army of gods and demons cannot be dispersed.”
“Oh? Are you coming to our gods and demons army to take power?” Ji Daonian asked coldly.
Pei Junfeng nodded silently, and Chu Yunzhong beside him had already pulled out the alloy sword and said, “Come on, the gods and demons only recognize the strength, and Pei Jun and I will inherit Lu Yu’s will…”