The return. "Dong dong dong..."

Amidst the heavy and solemn salute, the policemen in several cars began to get out of the car slowly. The first to get out of each car were two policemen in uniforms holding rifles with bayonets. After they got out of the car, they all held their guns solemnly.

They stood on both sides of the carriage with serious expressions. Immediately afterwards, two more police officers jumped out of the car. They pulled the carriage door hard and heard a "crash, clatter, clatter" sound. When the carriage door was opened,

At that moment, all Tianjin soldiers saluted the convoy. At this time, An Shiping, who was standing at the Martyrs Cemetery, shouted loudly in accordance with Jiang Qiangjun's regulations: "Police officers, your merits will always be remembered by the motherland.

Your heroic name will always be known to the world. You have fulfilled your promise with your life. Tianjin is proud of you, and your motherland is proud of you. Now...you are going home."

At this time, all the soldiers and policemen present, regardless of whether they were Tianjin soldiers or not, regardless of their military rank, all stood aside and solemnly saluted a standard military salute. This is the respect of soldiers for those who sacrificed their lives for the country, and it is also the tribute of soldiers to those who died.

Pao Ze's final farewell. Non-soldiers all bowed their heads and the crowd was filled with cries of sorrow. The gates of Tianjin Cemetery are all made of Shandong Cangshan ink jade marble. On the left side of the cemetery, there is a bright blue sky and white sun engraved on it.

The ground red flag has the emblem of the Tianjin Police Department engraved on the right side, which looks solemn and solemn.

When six policemen in uniforms carried the coffins of the fallen soldiers out of the car, the bugler standing at the Martyrs Cemetery raised the copper bugle from his armpit, put it to his mouth and blew slowly

The lights-out signal sounded, and amidst the low sound of the trumpet, the funeral policemen slowly raised their steps, and then lowered them slowly, as if they were afraid of disturbing the rest of the fallen soldiers. The sound of the bugle floated in the gloomy sky, and the

The slow and solemn trumpet sounded so sad. At this time, the sky suddenly started to drizzle, as if it was also crying for these heroic fallen soldiers. When the funeral policemen carried the red flags and policemen covering the blue sky and white sun on the ground,

When the coffin with the flag passed in front of people solemnly, people's mood seemed to be so gloomy that they could not breathe. Soon hundreds of coffins passed through, and people slowly followed the coffins to a row made of white marble from Cangshan Mountain in Dali, Yunnan.

Next to the cornerstone of the platoon. At this time, the relatives of the fallen soldiers have been invited to the front row. They include gray-haired old parents, and there are also women in their prime with babies waiting to be fed. At this time, their tears may
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