Military: Starting From The Night Tiger As A Deputy Company

This war lasted nearly eight years. During these eight years, more than two million soldiers were killed on both sides, and countless people were affected by it.

At this moment, although Yanjing has just entered the end of September, it can feel the biting wind hanging on its face. On the square, the crowd who had been waiting for a long time stood in an orderly manner according to the rehearsed formation; on the street, the soldiers returning from the front line raised their heads and looked forward. The clothes on their bodies and the chariots behind them were not neatly dressed as in previous military parades, but they were wearing their usual combat clothes, and some even had bloodstains on them. The vehicle was also not wiped down and was covered in dust.

This is not a deliberate show, but these troops have indeed just returned from the front line. Some of them have just been withdrawn from the Western Pacific; some are from the Baixiang Peninsula; some have just come from the Tianshan Mountains.

"Salute!" Zuo Qingyun shouted loudly when the new commander-in-chief Yang Changming passed in front of the army in a review car.

The uniform movements made people's eyes full of blood. Although these troops have experienced several years of war and live on the edge of life and death every day, they still have not forgotten the most basic actions of the Yanhuang army. The straight military posture and uniform movements, which have always been criticized by people, have become the indelible military spirit of this army. There are no slogans, only eye contact. Yang Changming had tears in his eyes, while the soldiers' eyes were full of determination and murderous intent.

When Yang Changming returned to the viewing platform, there were enthusiastic cheers from both sides. This kind of joy couldn't wash away the sadness on Yang Changming's face. He walked slowly to the microphone, looked at the hundreds of thousands of people waiting in the square, and at the soldiers on the street, tears streaming down his face again. This is not a show, this is joy and sadness from the heart.

"We must remember those who died, without them we would not be where we are today; we must respect those living soldiers, without them fearing life and death, we would not have peace today; we must thank those sons and daughters of China who have contributed to this war , we could not have gotten this far without their support. At this moment, we need to thank people too...  

Yang Changming didn't take the manuscript to explain the subject according to the script, but shouted from the bottom of his heart. His voice and images were transmitted to 80% of the countries in the world through radio and television, which not only brought tears to the Chinese people, but even some foreigners couldn't help it. This time Yang Changming's passionate speech was later (ajbh) called the cry of the nation by the world. It can represent many nations, represent those who have been influenced by other nations, and represent the greatest power in the world.

"Flowers are given to the living. Black and white are the only home for heroes. We are the luckiest people in this world."

All the joy was taken away by Yang Changming's speech, and the flowers disappeared from the crowd. Those sitting on the viewing platform stood up one after another and looked up at the troops ready to go, their eyes full of respect. Those former and active soldiers saluted directly and waited silently. It seems that at this moment on the street, a ghost troop is passing by.

"The matter is over, and we must devote ourselves to future work. We still need to correct many places, and many places need to be corrected. Our nation is still in a state of confusion these years. We must carry forward our culture, and we must publicize our country. , Only in this way can our nation continue. If a nation does not have its own history and culture, then this nation can only be abandoned by history..." After Yang Changming finished speaking, he was already crying. The end of the war does not mean the end of the struggle, and some countries will not give up their struggle.

Dull mourning sounds echoed in the square, everyone now understood why Yang Changming chose September 30th. In his speech just now, he designated this day as National Day of Remembrance. This day was chosen to let everyone remember those soldiers who died, and to let everyone understand that only on this day can there be a later National Day.

The guard regiment, who had been preparing for a long time, handed the small white flowers and black gauze to the soldiers on the parade. When the soldiers took these things, they were all full of tears. Because each of them can survive, except that it is not easy to be used to the momentary parting of life and death of comrades in arms. Some are still drinking together today, but tomorrow they will be separated from each other. Some survived entirely because of their comrades in arms.

"The military parade begins." Zuo Qingyun rode through the queue on a white horse. This was his glory, and no one cared about his presumption, because he deserved it.

The sound of gun salutes echoed in the air, and troops passed by Tiananmen Square accompanied by the military band. When all this is over, there will be a parade of hundreds of thousands of people. The former commander watched all this silently. He knew that the prosperous age belonging to Yanhuang was coming.

a month later

"Dad, do you think there will be war again?" On the capital square, a ten-year-old girl asked her father beside her.

"Maybe." The man nodded while looking at the monument to heroes erected on the square, and the wife next to him looked at the big and the small with gentle eyes, "Zijin, you have to remember that our road to struggle will stop."

"But Yanhuang is now the most powerful country in the world." Zuo Zijin asked with some doubts.

"Strongness achieved through war is not real strength." Zuo Qingyun squatted down. His appointment order had been officially issued a week ago. The No. 2 person was awarded the rank of Marshal by Yang Changming at the same time. Since then, it has become a common practice for the No. 2 in the military to be awarded the rank of Marshal. Really powerful."

"I see, Dad, I will definitely work hard." Zuo Zijin's face was determined. At this time, she didn't have a specific idea of ​​Zuo Qingyun's identity. She Song knew that she wanted to be a person just like her father. .

"Okay." Zuo Qingyun smiled and hugged her. He owed her these eight years. After he came back, he specially took two months off to spend time with them.

At this time, Du Feifei suddenly saw an officer in the uniform of a colonel walking not far away, her brows were slightly frowned, and then she sighed silently.

"I'm sorry, Commander Zuo, the commander-in-chief called to invite you to come over, it's related to the Nantianmen Project."

"okay, I get it."

"Is Dad leaving again?" Zuo Zijin's eyes showed a hint of reluctance.

"Well, I'm sorry, Zijin."

"It's okay, Dad, you will double compensate me next time."

"Okay, it's a deal."

(End of the book).