Ode to the Dragon

Luo Gang said in a deep voice: "you love the dragon head. The dragon head knows it. Before he left, he specially told me that they are the ones you should give away."

He pointed to the urn held by the soldiers behind him and covered with the battle flag. "These are all martyrs who died on the battlefield. They are all good people and heroes!"

"It is because there are so many people who dare to throw their heads and shed their blood that Donghua has such a peaceful scene."

"So, the dragon head decided to give all the special planes to these martyrs and heroes, and send them back to their hometown with the highest standard and the most revered etiquette

"Among the 36 martyrs born in Yanjing, the dragon head has personally left with their ashes. The rest of the heroes, get rid of you and send them home safely."

Luo Gang saluted again with solemn eyes.

Guan Ping'an and his family all looked at this, with mixed feelings in their hearts and sour eyes -

others were eager to put the credit on themselves, while Chu Feng really achieved the goal of "supporting the clothes after the event, hiding the merits and fame."

He is a hero who really puts his family and country feelings in his heart and melts them in his bones!

"Send the hero home!" Guan Ping'an shouts loudly and bows deeply to rows of solemn and solemn urn boxes.

"Send the hero home."

The general sound of the tsunami sounded at the scene, shocking.

In the eyes of countless people who are eager and respectful, special planes take off, carrying the hot-blooded sons who sacrifice everything for their motherland and fight to the last second of their lives, and embark on the journey back home.

Time is quiet.

The soul sleeps.

At this time, a plane to Yanjing is about to take off.

In the first-class cabin, Chu Feng sat upright, with deep eyes overlooking the distance. He looked at the thirty-six Battle Flag covered ashes boxes on his seat and said in a flat voice: "brothers, we're going home."

Because it's a late night flight, there are few passengers, and no one cares about the first class.

So Chu Feng bought all the empty seats and put the ashes of his brothers in place.

There is no choice to consign, it is the respect for these heroes.

"Dragon head, there's news from Luo Gang. As you expected, the people of Xiye came to see you off spontaneously. There are more than 10000 people." Chen Feng walked forward and said in a voice:

"they have sent the ashes of the martyrs and heroes home by special plane according to your instructions, and let them remember with the highest standards and the most respectful etiquette."

"I see."

Chu Feng nodded, quite emotional, "Chu Feng He De He Neng, is worth to let nearly ten thousand compatriots come to see each other off."

"Dragon head, you deserve it, and you can't escape it --" Chen Fengxing said with a smile: "I just received the news that you are going to come back triumphantly in Yanjing, and tens of thousands of people have spontaneously organized to meet you at the airport, which is bigger than Xiye --"

Chu Feng has no choice but to shake his head and can only go with them.

He took a deep breath and thought that he was going to return to Yanjing soon. When he saw yunmuqing and many flowers, he couldn't help feeling excited and happy.

Full of fatigue and scars, instant swept away, energetic!

Just then, suddenly, a woman's angry curse came from a distance:

"what's wrong with you? It's not good to book air tickets. You're all pig brains to let aunts and grandmothers squeeze economy class with those Dalits? Can you handle affairs? "

Chu Feng frowned and looked up