My Bro Transmigrated

In the two phalanxes, the soldiers bowed to the mahogany tray prepared earlier, and the folded five-star red flag was in the tray; the tray was facing upward, and five gold stars on the red flag were dazzling and four Little star surrounds the big star with the momentum of arch and guard.

The soldiers holding the red flag kicked forward and gradually walked from the side of the square to the stone tablets one after another.

One soldier after another left the square,

Red flags were placed in front of the monument.

The soldiers who lowered the red flag returned to the square in turn.

Their movements are neat and uniform, the whole process is smooth and natural, the communication between them is extremely accurate, and the sound of tapping is full of neatness.

Wait until the policy takes shape again,

Standing in the center, Old Man Lu felt the dragon and snake cane in his heart and struck the ground with a feeling:

"glory."

In the boom,

The invisible sword gas permeates out, covering the entire tablet forest, blending into the black monument and the flag in front of the monument.

then,

A touch of golden light bloomed from the red flag and the black monument!

They sprayed thinly towards the sky, intertwined like a dream aurora, slowly drifting towards the sky, and finally formed a huge, golden flag on the sky.

The banner is illusory and transparent but extremely real,

When a mountain breeze blew, it really fluttered like a flag, and vaguely, everyone even heard the sound of the flag flying and hunting.

At the same moment,

Golden light flutters in the imperial capital, Yangcheng, Rongcheng, Zhengzhou, some more, Taklamakan and other places!

This light is like Mars, illuminating the territory of China in the dark night.

The fighters overhead roared, and the golden flag fluttered, and people mourned for the English soul in front of the black stele forest.

this moment,

It seems that something is flowing slowly in everyone's heart.

After silence,

Old Man Lu sighed and said, "Salute."

His voice was very soft, but everyone heard it!

then,

"Wow!"

A uniform salute came, and one after another the soldiers stood on their chests, and their strong emotions seemed to spout from their eyes.

Even Chen Tao and Cao Rui also paid a not-so-beautiful salute in this atmosphere.

"After the ceremony."

With the sound of uniform movements again, the soldiers resumed their standing posture.

So far,

The mourning for the souls of the heroes is over.

Old Man Lu leaned on the dragon-snake cane and glanced at the monuments and the names one by one...these are only part of it.

He asked: "This time, who will sing English soul songs?"

The best-selling Liu Qingshan went on last year.

At that time, there was a dark and strong man, and Qin Qiang's voice was also very bright.

just now,

His name is also on this tablet forest.

Everyone was silent, and boss Lu smiled: "Then let me start."

He brewed for a while, his deep voice gradually sounded...

"Long night expedition lights up!

How many bones wrapped in horse leather..."

His singing was not so magnificent and magnificent, but there was a sense of sadness and tantrum, and everyone's mood gradually fell with that voice.

"Mo lament, in the glass of merit and fame,

And come again, Jianghu night rain ten years lamp..."

In the mournful voice, everyone sang together, and the gathered waves gradually became more powerful, echoed in this stele forest, which caused the heavenly flags to swell, and the momentum gradually rose!

Old man Lu also changed suddenly!

The sound of high-pitched sounded at first!

In an instant, it seemed that the silver bottle had broken, and Tieqi stood out! The clanging sound is striking!

"My buddy with Robe Ze Xiujia,

Pentium is like a tiger! "

Old man Lu's singing became more and more nearly mad, his body full of blood and blood, and his face turned red, he seemed to shout out the depressed sorrow and sadness at the bottom of his heart!

His body trembled slightly:

"What are you afraid of? What about monsters and ghosts?

The sword is in hand, killing the whole world..."

When I sang here, Old Man Lu suddenly looked up, and his body suddenly blew away, just like the mercury fell on the ground...

"Just after looking back,

How many people are left beside me..."

In the end, Old Man Lu took a deep breath and sang open-minded and heroic:

"In a big laugh, the sword and crossbow were sheathed on the side, and the head was paved!

Good boy, don’t say that you have no way ahead, and the world is the same song! "

Everyone sang and screamed:

"Songs of the world are singing together!"

Compose song!

call……

This is the second time Li Yao has listened to the Soul Calm, but it feels completely different from the last time.

It turns out that even if the same song and the same tune are sung by different people, the feeling is completely different.

The last time he heard blood rolling in his chest, his soul resonated.

This time he heard sadness coming from it, and some could not control the tear glands.

The words "hero"... looked at the light, but every stroke and every stroke was oozing with blood.

He looked up,

I saw tears on the faces of many soldiers.

They were still in a straight posture, their expressions were still solemn, but their eyes were a little out of focus, and they didn't know which name on which monument they looked at.

Cao Rui and Chen Tao, who followed Li Yao, bowed their heads and wiped their faces with their sleeves.

Why are you crying...

Who is crying for...

They don't know.

But it was very sad and panicked.

Something was surging in my heart, as if to drive them to do something.

The old man who sang the song seemed to be emptied of his strength, and his spirit seemed to collapse. He turned a little tremblingly and waved at the crowd: "Okay, let's go back."

The soldiers acted in accordance with the order ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ turned around uniformly, the movements were extremely precise, and they went through.

Looking at the people who receded like a black tide, Old Man Lu finally no longer insisted, his spine bent down, breathing heavily... Sister Fengli and Zhou Li came to Lu Xingshen and hugged him.

Old Man Lu broke away from them, clanging with his head down: "I'm fine."

"I, I... breathe."

His voice was hoarse, as if two pieces of rusty iron were rubbing.

Cao Rui, who was still with Li Yao, raised his head and looked at the sky, blinking constantly, as if he could force the tears back; Chen Tao, who had the right heart, looked to the side, there was a pine forest specially planted, and the mountain peaks passed Song Tao bursts, bursts of coolness from Zhong Qiu emerged from the dark shadows under the pine forest, letting him burst into coolness.

Li Yao, Chen Xi and Lin Xiaoxi all lowered their brows and stood there silently.

Wait for a while,

Old Man Lu finally relieved his breath, he straightened his back again, and turned into the stunned and stern Chinese stunner.

Where the realm fell no longer prestige, but still perseverance and sharpness.

He said, "We should go back."

After talking about it, he took the lead to walk towards the bus outside the cemetery, and everyone followed him.

Before getting on the car,

Li Yao looked back.

He saw the orphaned old man with deep scars on his neck and throat in the original manor trembling out of the shadow of the lobby. He held a bunch of jasmine in his hand and walked down to a monument. Then he sat down and sat down. Where.

Vaguely,

Li Yao seemed to see the orphan's shoulder shaking steadily...

Maybe there is someone he cares about,

Here is the world.

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