The reporter's words spread around the area and gradually gained some repercussions.
"Yeah, that guy looks so much like him."
"That's him, there's no mistaking him. I once took a look at Major Qing in the crowd, and he clearly looked like Major Qing. Even his expression was the same."
"So, Major Qing is actually still here?!"
The eyes of people all over the street were filled with color again, filled with sincerity and excitement, and they were all paying attention to the small motorcade that was gradually moving away.
"Maybe it's because our world really needs support." Another reporter in the crowd suddenly spoke with emotion and said, "That's why a newspaper can stir up such a big storm and plunge the whole world into worry and despair. Again A single expression can carry us with our fantasies and rekindle our hopes.”
"But actually, what can this show?"
"It's just a performance that a first-rate actor can do. Compared with the evidence, especially the photos of the assassination scene, the hope in front of us is too fragile and too slim."
When he said these words, there was a feeling of talking to himself, but his voice was not small, and the safety personnel mixed around the crowd were listening.
After listening to it, I didn’t feel anything was wrong.
It was just a change of emotions, gradually darkening.
The people surrounding are naturally even more so.
In fact, their emotions have been guided unconsciously. Any public opinion war in the world is like this. Someone will go deep into the crowd and be responsible for controlling and inciting the trend.
There are such characters among the people on the street at this moment, and of course there are also among the reporters.
These people may come from the hidden power network of the voyage, or from other forces that want the world to fall into darkness and despair. They may even have no contact with each other, but at this stage, they have the same goal and the same action.
"Anyway, the Major Qing I know has always spoken with a sword, so whether it's true or false, life or death, let's see if he can pick up the sword again..."
The reporter said from the crowd.
But the people's thinking surrounded by him had been brought back to the force to judge.
Yeah, no matter how discussing it, after all, things still have to see the true chapters in their hands.
In the assassination of the young school yesterday, the majesty that he lost and the faith that the world shaken in the world will eventually rely on the knife in his hand to win again.
Speaking of this, there are two clear observation opportunities in front of us.
The farthest one is two months later. In two months, Weilan will send troops to the Antarctic to recapture the last lost continent of the planet. Prior to this, the stream was clearly promised, and it would work with the blue.
As for the nearby, nearly, in the hero cemetery of the meeting.
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At this time, the formal military funeral team had been out of the city and arrived at the northern suburbs of the sea.
Turned to the direction of Yamada through an intersection, the team stopped slowly.
But there was no cemetery in front of me, just a mountain.
A complete unknown small peak, no tomb, no stele forest, there are not many trees on the mountains, and the blue black stone wall stands.
The people of Shenghai gave Zhang Chiyuan and the dead soldiers of the Fourth Army a mountain.
In the cruel and desperate years half a year ago, it was Zhang Chiyuan's soldiers who led the fourth army to defend the city for several months.
The residents here were evacuated with their lives. The land here was stained by the blood of their blood fighting.
Therefore, the people of prosperity sent a mountain to the hero to sleep, with the mountains as the tomb, the mountain does not abandon the city, the city does not forget the mountain, and the heroes of the past generation are forever.
"So, we will open the mountain later." From a distance, someone in the crowd of onlookers stretched out his hand and pointed at the unknown small peak and said.
Of course, some people came off at the cemetery, some people, and reporters, they either come from the street just now, or wait here early in the morning.
"Opening a mountain, what do you mean?" Several people who rushed to the side asked in confusion.
"The big man shot, split the mountain with one knife, and then the heroes of the burial heroes. Do you understand? This is the only specification of the military burial of the Chinese Asian Asian Witness Legion."
The speaker was proud of his eyes, looked around, and continued to add: "By the way, after today, this mountain has a name, which is called the Four Army Mountain."
"Wow!" The noise and amazing were pressed in their throats, fearing that they would offend the majesty and majesty of the fourth army generals and the ritual, but ...
"Are you afraid that super combat power will come?"
"It's more than that. This kind of cutting-edge sword can't be used by ordinary supers."
"Then who took action?"
"Originally I heard that it was Major Qing, and I just heard that it might be the commander of the regiment who took action himself. Major Qing didn't come, it should be the commander of the regiment. Look at the people over there who are preparing to support the spirit. The stream is sharp and sharp. The standing is also the warmer gun god and Lieutenant Wu Shi. "
The speaker raised his head and gestured.
At this time, the military funeral ceremony site was generally ready.
Eleven trucks transporting coffins were at the front, lined up horizontally, with eight people supporting the coffins standing on both sides of each vehicle.
Among them, standing next to Zhang Chiyuan's coffin were not only his old partners and subordinates from the Fourth Army, two old friends who had walked together when they were recruits, but also a man named Chen Buxu.
Then Wen Jifei, Wu Shi...
Then, next to the coffin were Zhang Chiyuan's wife and son who were crying silently.
Zhang Chiyuan got married, but he got married a little late. His son is only seven years old this year.
The little guy's name had been chosen before he was born, and it was called Zhang Xinghe. In the past few years, Xiao Xinghe was never informed of his father's true identity. He only knew that his father rarely came home and that he was a superman.
The fact that his father is Superman was once told by his mother with a smile while watching a cartoon. Because of this, Xiao Xinghe went back to school to brag and attracted a lot of ridicule.
He just fights with them.
After the beating, the teacher took him to criticize him and asked him to call his parents.
Then Mom would come down from the office upstairs.
Zhang Xinghe's mother is called He Yunching. She is also a teacher. She teaches at the school where Xiao Xinghe goes to school, but she doesn't teach him.
Because of Zhang Chiyuan's level, He Yunqing was allowed to know his true identity very early.
At first, she didn't believe it, until her husband suddenly showed off and climbed up a two-story cliff in front of her, turned over and picked a bouquet of wild flowers for her.
Even so, after He Yunching learned about the situation, he did not go to Weilan to become the wife of the army commander.
She couldn't control her husband, but for her son, she was determined not to allow him to have contact with Wei Lan. What she was afraid of was that one day Xiao Xinghe would also become a soldier of Wei Lan.
In this way, mother and son lived peacefully for many years.
Until that day more than half a year ago, the alien enemies called Dajian by my husband suddenly came in large numbers. They appeared like swarms, covering 27 cities around the world...
Wei Lan then revealed the truth to the world.
After that day, many people including parents, colleagues, students, and parents of students knew that the person He Yunqing married turned out to be a military commander of the Azure Hua Series, and it was this doomsday catastrophe that led the army The supreme commander who protects this city.
The classmates also apologized to Xiao Xinghe, because his father is really a superman.
At that time, Xiao Xinghe was proud. He didn't know how to worry or be afraid. Every day he looked forward to growing up and becoming a person like his father.
During that time, He Yunqing was worried and suffering every day and every night.
Until later, human beings won, and the big peaks above Shenghai escaped... The mother and son were overjoyed and went to wait outside the city where they had taken refuge.
What she was waiting for was the news that her husband had lost contact.
He Yunqing does not give up, does not despair, and continues.
This is half a year ...
Until two days ago, Colonel, the Fourth Army who came to report to the letter, blushed his eyes, choked, and stood in front of their mother and son.
