After a moment, the car slowly stopped at the main entrance of the cemetery.

Tang Luo got out of the car, opened the back door, and got out of the car to the old man.

Xiang Chuan took out the things prepared in advance from the trunk of the car.

At the entrance of the cemetery, Secretary Zhou Heng and Secretary Sun, who were already waiting, and Director Xie of the cemetery, came forward.

"Hello, Mr. Xiang."

Secretary Sun greeted respectfully.

"You are here, Xiang Lao."

Director Xie also greeted him.

"Well, two, I'm working hard."

Smiling and nodding to the old man.

Tang Luo and the other two nodded, saying hello.

"Master Xiang, please ask if you have any needs. Director Zhou repeatedly reminds us to arrange it for you."

Secretary Sun said respectfully.

"No, I just come to see my old comrades. It doesn't need to be too complicated. After all, the chances you want to come will be less and less in the future, haha."

He smiled at the old man, his words were not heavy.

In fact, according to his original intention, he just wanted to take his three children to take a walk and see, it would be best if no one knew about it.

"You should take care of yourself."

Secretary Sun hurriedly said.

"Yeah, let's go."

He looked forward and said slowly.

"Old Xiang, please get in the car."

Secretary Sun made a gesture and parked a dozen convertible trams on the side of the road.

He looked at the old man at the tram and shook his head.

"No, I'm going to walk up."

Mr. Xiang spoke firmly.

"you……"

Secretary Sun wanted to persuade him again, but he noticed Director Xie's eyes and stopped talking.

Director Xie knew that when Mr. Xiang came to the cemetery, he never took a bus.

Of course, if you don’t sit back or sit back, as the cemetery director, he still has to prepare the car. After all, he is considering that Mr. Xiang is old.

"Walk!"

Taking steady and powerful steps towards the old man, he walked towards the Martyrs' Cemetery in the West District.

Tang Luo and the other two followed closely behind.

Director Xie arranged for the tram driver to take a few words and walked towards the old man with Secretary Sun.

The tram started and followed the end.

In the middle of the main entrance of the West District, a sculpture of a red flag is even more vivid in the sun.

The ones on both sides were soldiers riding on war horses and waving their swords.

Behind him there are sculptures of warriors who are rushing forward.

Mr. Xiang stayed here for half a minute, then bypassed the sculpture in the middle, and the group entered the west area.

I saw a central axis that extends from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain. Halfway up the mountain is a towering monument with eight big characters on it - the people's heroes will be immortal!

On both sides of the stone steps are full of green pine and cypress.

Asking the old man climbed up the stairs, Tang Luo and others followed closely behind.

In a quiet cemetery, there are only birds singing.

After walking for a long time, Xiang Laozi started to move slightly slowly, but he did not stop and came to the monument.

Around the monument’s base are ten white marble reliefs, showing the great spirit of the Chinese nation’s perseverance and self-improvement.

Two heroic soldiers and ritual officials saw Mr. Xiang coming to the front and stood attentively saluting.

Then he turned back and stood facing the monument.

There is a large wreath between the two soldiers.

Mr. Xiang stood up, sorted out his clothes, let out a long sigh, calmed down, and nodded to Director Xie.

Director Xie understood and made a gesture to the ceremony officer beside him.

"Step in a straight way."

The command sound is sonorous and powerful, echoing in the cemetery.

When the two soldiers heard the order, they raised the wreath together, took solid steps and made a clanging sound.

Tang Luo, Xiang Chuan and Xiang Ling'er stood behind Mr. Xiang with a solemn expression.

Next are Secretary Sun and Director Xie.

Mr. Xiang walked slowly with his eyes firm.

A distance of more than ten meters, majestic and solemn.

When they arrived at the monument, the two soldiers changed their positions and turned the wreath over, facing the old man Xiang and others, and finished it in one go.

Elegiac couplet on the wreath: [The green mountains and green waters will last forever before your lifetime, and the pine and cypress can comfort the heroic spirit after your death]

Tang Luo and others stood behind Mr. Xiang, facing the monument and wreath.

Mr. Xiang took two steps forward, carefully sorted the wreath, and returned to the position just now.

He looked at the old man like a torch and bowed deeply.

The person behind him followed and bowed to the old man and stood solemnly for three minutes.

Xiang Laozi looked up at the monument again, his eyes becoming deeper.

"Let's go and see my comrades."

After saying that to the old man, he turned around and walked towards the cemetery.

The martyrs’ tombs are divided into erected monument areas and erected monument areas.

Most of the erected monument areas are soldiers who died in the war years, but the content on the monument is not unified.

If there are detailed names, date of birth, time of sacrifice, ancestral home, etc.

There are also unknown people who may only retain the same object on their bodies at that time, but there is no way to explore any information.

Wobei District is a soldier who died in recent decades or a veteran who died.

No matter which area, there are enough empty areas left.

That was for the remains of soldiers found again, the death of surviving veterans, and the heroes who died in peacetime.

Mr. Xiang slowly walked to the monument erecting area and soon arrived at a tombstone.

"Yonghui, brother is here to see you."

Xiang Lao's voice seemed to tremble but also felt happy.

Tang Luo and others walked up and looked at the introduction on the tombstone.

Old Master Xiang took the wine and cigarettes from Xiang Chuan's hand, Xiang Ling'er took the flowers, and carefully placed them in front of the monument.

He took out three cigarettes from the old man, Tang Luo lit them and placed them in front of the monument.

Then, Xiang Laozi opened the wine in his hand again and shook it gently: "Yonghui, look, what brother brought you, I will know you are so good."

After he finished speaking, he held the wine bottle in both hands and sprinkled horizontally in front of the tombstone.

After sprinkling, he poured another glass of wine, gently put it down, and placed the remaining half bottle in front of the monument.

"Yonghui joined the army and came to our company. Later, during a transfer, in order to cover the retreat in the rear, he was surrounded by the enemy on the mountain..."

"Later, I was a local fellow villager. I found them and buried them..."

I recalled to the old man and told the children behind me to listen.

"Brother, wait for me, let's drink it happily."

At the end of the day, Xiang Lao's voice choked up.

After staying for a while, he turned around and walked backwards to a nameless monument.

"Little brother, I'll come to see you."

As he said to the old man, flowers and wine were also placed.

"He added it temporarily and no information was left."

Reminiscing to the old man.

"At that time, the enemy's artillery fire was too strong, and there were tanks, but we were old-fashioned rifles and bullets were not rich..."

Mr. Xiang was not only talking to Tang Luo and the others, but also talking to this young comrade-in-arms.

"You, pick up the explosive bag and drill under the tank just to replace a tank of the Japanese."

Speaking to the old man, his eyes turned slightly red when he looked at the tombstone.

Listening to Mr. Xiang's words, Tang Luo and others were moved, as if they followed the old man back to the battlefield filled with smoke.
Chapter completed!