The Ryukyu War Temple is located on the eastern foot of Zhongshan. On the entire terrain, Shuri Castle guards the western foot of Zhongshan. You can see the entire port of Naha Bay.

The Prime Minister's Mansion is stationed at the highest point of Zhongshan, and is close to the top of the mountain. It was built on the basis of the main military camp of the Shimazu family in the past, and here you can overlook the east and west coastline of the entire Ryukyu Island.

After passing the Prime Minister's Mansion to the east, a foothill with an altitude of more than 100 meters, there were layers of Chinese-style palaces, which was the temple of war in the mouths of the Chinese people.

The Temple of War is just a title that the people say is word of mouth. The official name here is the Chinese Military Memorial Hall. Later, after expansion, a series of buildings such as the Hero Memorial Hall and the Museum of Deeds were added.

To put it bluntly, it is just a cemetery where soldiers died in battle, but it is very high-level here to enjoy the national incense offerings of the Chinese nation.

The ancients believed in gods, Europeans believed in heaven and hell, and Asians believed in reincarnation of souls, and death was not a vanishing but the beginning of another form.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is that no one sacrifices after death, thus becoming a poor lonely ghost.

The Military Memorial Hall is to eliminate the worries of those warriors. No matter who you are or what your identity is, as long as you sacrifice your life for the country, your soul can be sacrificed here.

Those who can find the body will be buried in the cemetery. Those who bring back the ashes can also be parked. If you don’t even bring the ashes back, then send your files here. Your name will become a tablet and you can also be sacrificed.

There are countless carvings in the Military Memorial Hall, including famous emperors, generals and ministers in Chinese history, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors in ancient mythology, etc.

Famous generals from the Han and Tang dynasties also had carvings and worshippings, which was actually to condense the warlike atmosphere of the Chinese people and preserve the martial spirit of the Han people.

Maybe there are too many statues. The people spontaneously call this place the God of War Temple, and even bring incense here to burn incense and pray for blessings every now and then.

Xiao Letian will not go against the kindness of the people in such matters. Everyone is willing to burn incense and pray for blessings, and is willing to worship fragrant flowers and fruits. These are all good things, only encouragement, and no destruction.

It is precisely because of Xiao Letian's support that the Military Memorial Hall has been continuously expanded over the years. With the acceleration of the pace of Chinese wars, more and more soldiers have been buried here.

Not only the military memorial hall, but the CIA also has a secret memorial hall. Unsung heroes who sacrificed on the hidden front but did not receive any honor are also sleeping here.

Even though you are a civilian, you have ever acted as a hero and loved by the whole nation, you can be buried here after you die.

This place has become a memorial hall for the Chinese spirit. After each war, the entry ceremony of the tablets of the heroes of the war dead is essential.

The Pacific Ocean breeze blows bitterly, and along the mountainous mountains of Zhongshan, all the flags leading to the Military Memorial Hall are whistled by the sea breeze.

The road leading to the city of the memorial hall had long been cleared, and all the stone steps were even washed three times by the spring water. Soldiers like javelins stood in military uniforms and guns, one by one, motionless like clay sculptures.

Behind the soldiers, countless people were wearing black or white clothes, wearing paper flowers, waiting quietly, even the youngest child did not dare to feel the slightest impatient.

The wind is howling in the mountains, the birds are singing tragically, the heaven and earth are mourning, and all the people are crying!

Today, the first batch of 600 Chinese warriors with good identities will be buried for peace. The largest public memorial activity after the Far East is about to begin.

Boom boom boom... A dull and monotonous sound rang out from the foot of the mountain, and the soldiers' leather boots carrying the coffin trampled on the stone slabs and made a neat roar.

The Chinese military flag, the residual blood flag, the army number flag... led by various flags, a team of endless coffin teams appeared in front of everyone.

"Here you come! The heroic spirit team is here..." A scream from the crowd, and many white-haired people burst into tears at that time.

The more than 300 coffins at the beginning were soldiers who came back with Quanhe's bodies. Eight soldiers were carrying each coffin. The coffin carrying team of more than 2,400 people hovered from the city to the foot of the mountain like a long dragon.

Following closely were soldiers holding urns, and behind were heroes with no corpses and tablets.

In front of each coffin, direct relatives hold spiritual cards to guide the way. There is no distinction between superiors and soldiers, nor is there a difference between nobles and civilians. All sortings are only in the order of hundreds of surnames.

"Zhao Wenlie...wuwuwuwuwuwu...is the tablet of Wenlie in my neighbor...Brother! You are back..." There was a bang on the mountain road and there was a group of kneeling down. People were crying at the familiar names. The tiger in the army, who was still alive before the New Year, was lying quietly in the coffin waiting for others' burial.

"Sun Lei... Little Stone! Wuwuwu... I am your cousin, look at me again..." As the crying sounded, countless people stepped forward, but were stopped by the military and police who maintained order.

There were crying everywhere, and paper money was floating everywhere. The military and police were moved by the atmosphere, and they were crying and snot desperately. "Master and aunt... I know you are not feeling well, and we are not feeling well... Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w

"Brother, I've given you money... I'll walk all the way!" As the roar, stacks of white paper money were thrown into the air, blown away by the sea breeze and fluttered in the dense forests like heavy snow.

The scene could no longer be controlled at this moment, and familiar names were called out by the people, and the public memorial meeting with 100,000 people participated in it was completely crying.

"Soul Xi is back...Soul Xi is back!"

The strong wine worth hundreds of gold was smashed and sealed, and the fragrant wine was scattered on the earth. The simple people used all the ways they could think of to pay homage to these sacrificed heroes.

Basically, there is an incense burner filled with incense every four or five steps. The precious sandalwood emits curling blue smoke, making the entire valley feel like it is steaming thick fog.

I go up the mountain and I go down the sea and I am a great hero. I waved my hand and started the rain, and I danced the wind to see my Chinese dragon rising from the east. After so many thunderstorms, how many winds have passed, after thousands of frosts, I have spent tens of thousands of winters, why fear the wind, how afraid the rain, why fear the mountains and the earth are shaken. If I shake into the sky, its momentum can swallow the long rain..."

At some point, someone suddenly sang the earliest Chinese military songs in the crowd, and they used their singing to commemorate these heroes who had become gods.

"I am a tiger going up the mountain, a dragon going down the sea, and a great hero on earth! I waved my hand and started the rain, and I danced with wind, watching my Chinese dragon rising from the east. The children of the Tianlong are united, and I don't believe in the quiet and quiet state of China. I don't lead the world wind, and the vast and turbulent spirit is like a surging wave of billions of dragon species, and there is my Chinese dragon in the surging wind..."

The singing gathered together like waves like wind and clouds, and rushed forward to the Temple of War God. At this moment, the flag leading the way had been placed on both sides of the square, and the first coffin was finally lifted up.

The figure familiar to millions of Chinese people walked out. The Grand Marshal's uniform took off all the stars and gorgeous decorations, and his eyes were swollen. When the first coffin walked to Xiao Letian, the soldiers stopped.

The tablet with the name of the heroic spirit was quietly facing Xiao Letian, as if the soul of the dead soldier was watching him, the founder of the Chinese race who led them to revival, to fight, and finally led him to death.

It seemed that until the end, the soldier still reported to his leader with his heart in his heart, "I did not fail, I was not afraid, from beginning to end, I died on the way to charge! The Chinese people won thousands of victories!"

At this moment, Xiao Letian could no longer suppress his emotions. He burst into tears and placed his right fist on his chest, and actually knelt on one knee in front of millions of soldiers and civilians.

"Brother! I heard your voice... You have completed your historical mission! The Chinese people will win thousands of victories!"

Tears rolled in, and Xiao Letian, who was kneeling on the ground, shouted, "I have seen your achievements! Enter the memorial hall, public memorial!"
Chapter completed!