The Ryukyu War Temple is located at the eastern foot of Nakayama. Shuri Castle guards the western foot of Nakayama on the entire terrain. You can have an unobstructed view of the entire port of Naha Bay.
The Prime Minister's Mansion is stationed at the highest point of Zhongshan, which 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. From here, you can overlook the east and west coastlines of the entire Ryukyu Island.
Passing the Prime Minister's Mansion and heading east to the foothills, where the altitude drops by more than 100 meters, there is a group of Chinese-style palaces stacked on top of each other. This is what the Chinese people call the Temple of War.
The War Temple is just a name passed down by the people orally. The official name here is the Chinese Military Memorial Hall. Later, after expansion, a series of buildings such as the Heroes Memorial Hall and the Deeds Museum were added.
To put it bluntly, this is just a cemetery for soldiers who died in the war, but it is a very high-level place where Chinese people can enjoy national-level incense offerings.
The ancients believed in gods, Europeans believed in heaven and hell, and Asians believed in reincarnation of the soul. Death is not the disappearance of things but the beginning of another form.
Death is not terrible. What is terrible is that there is no one to offer sacrifices after death, and thus the person becomes a pitiful 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 worshiped here.
Those who can find corpses will be buried in the cemetery. Those who bring ashes back can also have ashes in the columbarium. If you don’t even bring ashes back, then send your file here. Your name will become a tablet and you can also be offered sacrifices. .
There are countless sculptures in the Military Memorial Hall, including famous emperors and generals in Chinese history, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors in ancient mythology, etc.
Famous generals in the Han and Tang dynasties were also engraved and enshrined. This was actually to condense the warlike ethos of the Chinese and preserve the martial spirit of the Han people.
Perhaps because there are so many statues, the people spontaneously call this place the Temple of War, and even bring incense here from time to time to burn incense and pray for blessings.
Xiao Letian will never go against the good wishes of the people on this matter. Everyone is willing to burn incense and pray for blessings, and they are willing to offer fragrant flowers and fruits. These are good things that can only be encouraged and not undermined.
It is precisely because of Xiao Letian's support that the Military Memorial Hall has been continuously expanded in recent years. As the pace of the Chinese war has accelerated, more and more soldiers have been buried here.
Not only is there a military memorial hall, but the CIA also has a secret memorial hall, where the unknown heroes who sacrificed their lives on hidden fronts but received no honor are also sleeping here.
So much so that a Heroes Memorial Hall was added in the end. Even if you are a civilian but you have performed heroic actions and are loved by all the people, you can be buried here after your death.
This place has become a memorial hall for the Chinese spirit. After every war, the memorial ceremony for the memorial tablets of the war dead is indispensable.
The sea breeze from the Pacific Ocean blew fiercely up the mountains of Zhongshan, and all the flags leading to the Military Memorial Hall were blown by the sea breeze.
The road leading from the memorial hall to the city has long been cleared, and all the stone steps have even been washed three times by spring water. Soldiers with javelin-like shapes wearing military uniforms and holding guns stand in awe, each one as motionless as a clay sculpture.
Behind the soldiers, countless people dressed in black or white plain clothes, with paper flowers on their chests, were waiting quietly. Even the youngest children did not dare to be impatient at all.
The mountain wind roared, the seabirds screamed, the heaven and the earth mourned together, and all the people shed tears!
Today, the first batch of 600 identified Chinese warrior corpses will be laid to rest. The largest public memorial event after the Far East War is about to begin.
Boom, boom, boom... a dull and monotonous sound sounded from the foot of the mountain, and the horse shoes of the soldiers carrying the coffin trampled on the stone slabs, making a neat roar.
Chinese military flags, residual blood flags, unit designation flags... led by various flags, an endless procession of coffins appeared in front of everyone.
"Here we come! The heroic team is here..." There was a scream from the crowd, and many white-haired people burst into tears.
The more than 300 coffins at the beginning were all soldiers returning with Quan He's body. Each coffin was carried by eight soldiers. The coffin-bearing team of more than 2,400 people circled like a long queue from the city to the foot of the mountain.
Immediately behind them are the soldiers holding the urn, and after that are the heroic spirits with no bones left but memorial tablets.
In front of each coffin are immediate family members holding spiritual tablets to guide the way. There is no distinction between officers and soldiers, no distinction between nobles and commoners. All ordering is only in the order of the surnames of the families.
"Zhao Wenlie...wuwuwu...this is the memorial tablet of my neighbor Wenlie...Brother! You are back..." There was a bang on the mountain road and people fell to their knees. People burst into tears looking at the familiar name. They were still alive and well a few years ago. The fierce warrior in the army is currently lying quietly in the coffin waiting for others to be buried.
"Sun Lei... Little Stone! Woohoo... I'm your cousin, look at me again..." Countless people moved forward amid the cries, but were stopped by the military police who maintained order.
There were cries everywhere and paper money flying everywhere. The military and police officers were all moved by the atmosphere, with tears and snot flowing desperately, "Uncle and aunt... I know you are not feeling well, and we are not feeling well either... wu wu wu... ...Please don't rush, don't rush into Jishi! Please..."
"Big brother gave you money... Have a good trip!" In the roar, stacks of white paper money were thrown into the air, blown away by the sea breeze and flying like heavy snow in the mountains, rivers and dense forests.
The scene was uncontrollable at this moment. Familiar names were shouted out by the people one after another. The public memorial meeting involving 100,000 people broke into tears.
"The soul is back... the soul is back!"
The seals of spirits worth hundreds of gold were smashed, and the fragrant wine was spread on the ground. Simple people used all the ways they could think of to pay homage to these sacrificed heroes.
Basically every four or five steps, there are incense burners filled with incense. The precious sandalwood exudes curls of green smoke, making the entire valley seem to be steaming with thick fog.
I ascend the mountain as a tiger, I descend into the sea as a dragon, and I am a mighty hero in the world! I wave my hand to make rain, I dance to make wind, and watch the Chinese dragon rising in the east. After many thunderstorms, many winds, and thousands of frosts, I have spent thousands of winters. Why should I be afraid of the wind, why should I be afraid of the rain, why should I be afraid of the shaking of the mountains and the ground. If I were to fly into the sky, the force could swallow a rainbow..."
At some point, someone in the crowd suddenly sang the earliest Chinese military song. They used their singing to pay tribute to these heroes who had become gods.
"I go up the mountain as a tiger, I go down to the sea as a dragon, I am a great hero in the world! I wave my hand to make rain, I dance to make the wind, look at my Chinese dragon rising in the east. The sons and daughters of Pu Tianlong are twisted into a rope, do not believe in the mysterious land of China I do not lead the wind of the world. The mighty energy is like the roaring waves of billions of dragon species. Among the turbulent winds and clouds, there is my Chinese dragon..."
The songs gathered together like sea waves and wind and clouds, beating forward towards the Temple of War. At this moment, the flags leading the way were already lined up on both sides of the square, and the first coffin was finally carried up.
The figure familiar to tens of millions of Chinese people came out. The general marshal's uniform had all the gold stars and bright decorations removed, and he stood under the altar with red and swollen eyes. When the first coffin walked in front of Xiao Letian, the soldiers stopped. Stopped.
The tablet with the names of heroic spirits faced Xiao Letian quietly, as if the souls of the dead soldiers were looking at him, the founder of the Chinese nation who led them to revival, led them to fight, and finally led him to death.
It seems that until the end, the soldier still reported to his leader with courage in his chest, "I did not fail, I did not give in, I died on the way to charge from beginning to end! The Chinese are victorious!"
At this moment, Xiao Letian could no longer suppress his emotions. Tears rolled down his face. He clenched his right fist on his chest and knelt down on one knee in front of millions of soldiers and civilians.
"Brother! I heard your voice... You have completed your historical mission! The Chinese will be victorious!"
Tears rolled down his face, and Xiao Letian, who was kneeling on the ground, shouted, "I have seen your achievements! Enter the memorial hall and offer a public sacrifice!"
"Hero! Have a good journey!" All the soldiers guarding honor in front of the memorial hall, as well as all the senior military and political officials of the Chinese ethnic group, all fell to the ground at this moment.
