Chapter 594: Chapter 587: Soldier, Stand Tall Between Heaven and Earth
Capital City.
People’s Hero Monument.
A man as handsome as a demoted immortal from a painting, with eyes like the vast starry sky, quietly gazes at the names of hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits.
At this moment, the wind rises, causing Ye Tian’s hem to flutter loudly.
Every name engraved on the People’s Hero Monument represents a vibrant life that once passed away.
They all had an ideal, for the peace and harmony of the motherland, the happiness of the people.
Fighting for life!!!
This hero monument, stretches for several miles, is several meters wide, and the names inscribed on it once went out for the country and its people, only to sleep forever underground after a battle!
For the country and the people.
Exhaust every effort, only death ends the duty!
"If only the young people nowadays could be like you and Miss Xiao."
"Every name here is a hero fighting for the motherland and Huaxia people."
"They should have made a name for themselves, yet due to various reasons, only a name remains."
The one-armed old man looks at Ye Tian, feeling deeply emotional yet somewhat comforted.
At least, more and more young patriots are emerging.
After a long silence.
Ye Tian looks at that crimson national flag and smiles, "This flag is the honor our countless Huaxia soldiers fought for, sacrificing every drop of sweat and blood."
"It is the faith of our soldiers. Initially, one hundred soldiers escorted the flag home, and in the end, only one remained."
"Kid, have you been a soldier too??"
The one-armed old man feels like he found a kindred spirit, excitedly grabs Ye Tian’s arm.
Ye Tian smiles at the old man, "I served for a few years, that time is unforgettable."
"Hahaha, good, a real man should serve the country!!"
"A noble man, being a soldier is great!!"
The one-armed old man uses his only hand to pat Ye Tian’s shoulder, his eyes full of joy.
"Come, let me tell you my story from back then."
The one-armed old man leads Ye Tian aside, sits down with a face full of happiness, and starts narrating.
Back then, I was the leader of the fourth sharpshooter company, I was invincible, hitting the bullseye at a hundred steps with one shot.
.....
Unfortunately, in the final battle, the enemy was too strong, we ran out of bullets, but they kept coming in waves. Even if it cost an exchange of lives, we fought to the end...
In the end, our army was completely wiped out; to protect the flag in my arms, I took the hit from a grenade and became disabled.
The one-armed old man talks on with tears slowly streaming down, touching the hero monument as though his comrades were back, drinking with him.
"After retirement, I applied to be a caretaker here." The one-armed old man says calmly, smiling brightly.
It’s rare to chat with another soldier.
Some people think being a soldier is merely for three things.
Battle merits, status, glory.
But real soldiers fight for the countless hot blood shed for this country.
A cold night.
On the vast, desolate border of the motherland, watchtowers stand illuminated.
Countless young men stay awake all night, standing between heaven and earth, looking at the stars and moon, eyes shimmering.
Fifteen minutes.
The one-armed old man seems tired from talking, feeling thirsty, but finds the liquor bottle empty.
"Kid, I’m going to get some water." The one-armed old man supports himself with his single hand and nimbly stands up, running to a distant small house.
"Today’s clothes are too shabby, I’ll change." Ye Tian stands up too, pats the dust on his clothes, puts down the wooden box in his left hand, and squats.
The simple wooden box slowly opens.
"Seems like I’m wearing you for only the third time, sorry about that."
Ye Tian touches an olive-green military coat, softly smiles, and gently takes it out.
The exquisite craftsmanship seems carved by divine hands, every stroke meticulous, those so-called luxurious clothes are nothing compared to this uniform.
Ye Tian carefully puts on the uniform, adjusts the collar, pats the dust, a satisfied smile forming at the corners of his lips.
Ye Tian’s figure was already impressive, now it’s even more unparalleled, a true king’s air.
The aura is not aggressive.
But, just by standing there silently with both hands behind his back, an unique aura spreads from him, making him seem like... a ruler of the world!
Perhaps, this word best fits Ye Tian!
One star, two stars.
Three stars.
Four stars.
Five stars.
Under the moonlight, they shine brilliantly, illuminating the dust for miles.
Ye Tian clenches his fist behind his back, each step forward, his eyes seem to reflect the universe’s birth and death, also overlooking the human world, sharp as a knife.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
"Sigh, need to buy wine tomorrow, only water tonight." The one-armed old man runs out of the small house with a helpless face, looking up, instantly shocked.
That young, towering figure, amidst casual conversation, stands out uniquely!
Though he is old, those five brilliant stars in his eyes magnify infinitely.
"One, two, three, four, five, five stars." The one-armed old man counts aloud, voice trembling, "I, I think I see a general??"
Over the years, climbing mountains, crossing seas.
Witnessing majestic sunsets.
And waves crashing like a thousand layers of snow, building a riot of roaring waves.
Looking back, only one’s shadow remains of former comrades.
But, worth it, absolutely worth it!!
This great homeland must not be trampled by foreign invaders!
The magnificent scenery cannot be provoked by barbarians!
If you offend Huaxia, even if far away, we will annihilate!
In the square of the People’s Hero Monument, the center has a hundred steps, all cut from high-quality granite.
At the top, the crimson flag flutters.
Without wind, it moves automatically!!!
Ye Tian quickly walks up the hundred steps, lifts his head, quietly gazes for a while.
"Salute!!"
Ye Tian opens his five fingers, at ease, salutes, performs a standard salute.
Then, his tall figure bows before the immortal hero monument, faces the crimson flag, and kneels on one knee.
"I, Ye Tian, pay tribute to the martyrs!"
This kneel shakes Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang.
This kneel represents all current highest-ranking officers, offering the utmost remembrance and mourning to those heroes who died for the country and the family.
"Pay tribute to all of you who sacrificed heroically!"
The one-armed old man stares blankly at the grand figure, his eyes turning red.
He smiles, brightly.
He places the water bottle on the ground, stands straight, at ease, extends his only hand, shouts loudly:
"Salute!!!!"
The sound pierces the lonely vast sky.
Soldiers defend the country.
Redefine death, never feared!
Never retreated!
Ye Tian stands up, salutes the flag again, looks respectfully at the old man standing in the wind.
This old man is also a hero.
The one-armed old man quickly runs in front of Ye Tian, his voice somewhat hoarse, takes deep breaths, stands in military position, salutes proudly,
"Former Northwest Sharpshooter Fourth Company, sniper Zhao Long, greets the General."
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