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Chapter 872: Hero¡¯s Sacrifice

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    In a quiet and sad atmosphere, Zhou Weiguo¡¯s motorcade stopped far away from the Martyrs¡¯ Shrine.

    At the beginning, Zhou Weiguo issued an order not to make loud noises in front of the Martyrs' Shrine, not to ride in a car, not to run and make noise, and not to disturb the spirits of the martyrs.

    As the person who issued this order, Zhou Weiguo should set an example.  So his convoy stopped at a long distance.

    Behind him were Yang Jie, Jiang Baili, He Yuchen, Bai Jiansheng, Li Delin, Huang Shaohong, Liu Cuigang, Xu Huansheng, Chen Houfu, Zhou Gen and other ministers.

    The soldiers all wore black cloth on their arms and a small white flower hung on their chests.

    The staff all put on a black tunic suit with a small flower hanging on their chest.

    Today¡¯s Zhou Weiguo is no exception. He is wearing a black tunic suit, black leather shoes, and a small black flower hanging on his chest.

    Zhou Weiguo was walking at the front with heavy and slow steps. The crowd around him looked at the god in their hearts quietly.

    Today is Qingming Festival, a time for people to pay homage to their deceased relatives and ancestors.

    But in Jinling today, people do not take the lead in offering sacrifices to their ancestors and relatives, but come to the Martyrs' Shrine. The first thing they want to offer sacrifices to is the heroes who died for the country and the people.

    Their sacrifices have brought about the strength of China today, the peace in China today, and their current life.

    Zhou Weiguo walked to the furnace and looked up at the high platform in front of him.

    There was no one up there, not even a guard.  There were only countless white wreaths and other sacrificial items placed on it.

    Zhou Weiguo did not ascend to the high platform. The high platform today does not belong to him, but to the undead.

    Belongs to those soldiers who died fighting for their country. Today¡¯s stage belongs to them.

    Zhou Weiguo stared at it for three minutes before lowering his head and walking to the furnace.

    A guard brought some wax paper money from the side, but Zhou Weiguo waved it down.

    He personally walked to the place where the incense wax paper money was placed, picked up three sticks of incense, a stack of valuable money and two sticks of wax, and slowly lit them.

    There were endless and low sorrows in the square of the entire Martyr's shrine, and it seemed to be mourning the soldiers who donated their lives for the country.

    Zhou Weiguo bent down and bowed to them three times, then silently walked to the side and stood there.  Yang Jie, Jiang Baili and others who followed him silently stepped forward, picked up the wax paper money, lit it, and then bowed three times for the dead soldiers.

    Zhou Weiguo did not accept the scented wax paper money handed over by the guard, and naturally those people behind him would not accept it either.

    Soldiers and officials one after another came forward to offer sacrifices and bow.

    Zhou Weiguo watched all this with an expressionless face. After half a day, the officials and top military officials had completed the sacrifice.

    The surrounding soldiers and people also began to offer sacrifices.

    Many people had tears dripping down their faces during the sacrifices, and some even spread them on the ground.

    Zhou Weiguo knew that these people had relatives who died on the battlefield.

    From the Battle of Songhu to the Battle of Jinling, and then to the First Battle of Jianghuai, the Second Battle of Jianghuai, the Second Battle of Jinling, the Second Battle of Songhu, the Battle of Crossing the River, and so on until the final victory over Neon  In a big battle.

    How many Chinese men died on the battlefield?  How many parents have lost their sons?

    How many women have lost their husbands?

    How many people are sad about it!

    The Han nation is a strong nation.  They are kind, compassionate, loving, can be sad, shed tears of pain, and hate war.

    But they are never afraid of war. The history of China is a history of war. I don¡¯t know how many corpses of Han family members have been buried underground here throughout the ages.

    Wearing filial piety in every household has become a norm in the troubled times of ancient times.

    During the late Qin and early Han Dynasties, the late Han Dynasty, the Three Kingdoms, the Sui and Tang Dynasties, etc., during these troubled times, it has become a habit for every household to wear filial piety.

    It is in such an environment that the Han nation has developed its strong character.

    Even if they cry bitterly in front of the graves of their loved ones, even if they shed tears silently in the late night when they can't sleep, even if their hearts have been greatly traumatized, they are never afraid of war.

    They are still shouting war!  Because the sufferings of China over the past thousands of years, especially in contemporary China, have made them understand that without war, they would continue to live in an uncertain world.Future generations of ?? will suffer the same difficulties as them.

    Only war can solve the problem, and only war can save their descendants from suffering.

    Time passed slowly, and more and more people gathered in the square. They all stood here quietly without speaking. They all looked at Zhou Weiguo, who had been standing there for two hours, motionless.

    After a long time, there were more people in the square, and there was an endless stream of people coming to offer sacrifices. Zhou Weiguo turned his somewhat stiff neck.

    Slowly sweeping over everyone in the square.

    ¡°Today is the Qingming Festival, and we are all here to pay homage to those soldiers who died fighting for the country. I don¡¯t want to say anything more here. I can only say: war is inevitable.

    Death continues. Even though we hate war and hate its cruelty, we still have to carry it on.  If one day we face defeat, as a member of the Chinese National Revolutionary Army, I will attack the enemy and die on the battlefield.  "

    After Zhou Weiguo finished speaking, he left. There was no sound in the audience, and they silently watched Zhou Weiguo leave.

    Other military and political officials also slowly left here.

    Surabaya, the station of the Chinese Ocean Fleet

    Jinling, the capital of China, is holding a sacrificial ceremony today, and here, a sacrificial ceremony is also being held.

    Throughout the naval military base, all flags were flown at half-mast, and soldiers took off their hats and stood in awe.

    After the sacrifice, Chen Jiliang and his chief of staff Jia Qin returned to the headquarters.

    "Commander! Telegram from the Supreme Command!"

    A staff officer ran over and said loudly.

    "read!"

    "You are hereby ordered to launch an attack on the Citigroup fleet stationed near the island of Papua Guinea before the 16th. At the same time, we will cover the landing of the First Marine Division on the island of Papua Guinea.

    This order shall take effect immediately on April 6, 1943.

    The Supreme Command of China, Zhou Wei Guodian!  "

    "The war is finally here!"

    A flash of light flashed in Chen Jiliang's eyes. The long-awaited ocean war is finally about to break out!  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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