C1758 Hero! Go well! (1/2)

The Ryukyu was situated at the eastern foot of the Zhongshan Peak. On the entire topography, the Shouli City guarded the western foot of the Zhongshan Peak.

Meanwhile, the Prime Minister's Manor was stationed at the highest point of the Middle Mountain, which was close to the summit. It was built on the basis of the Shimadzu Family's main military camp in the past, and from here, one could see the entire east and west coastline of Ryukyu Island.

Passing the mountain range where the Prime Minister's Manor descended a hundred meters from the east, there were layers upon layers of Chinese palaces. This was the Temple of War that the Chinese citizens were referring to.

The Temple of War was just a name passed down from mouth to mouth. The official name for the place was the Chinese military memorial hall, and after some expansion, there were a series of buildings such as the Hero memorial hall and the story museum.

To put it bluntly, this was just a cemetery for soldiers who had died in battle.

The ancients believed in gods, the Europeans in hell, the Asian in reincarnation, and death not in nothing but in another form.

Death was not scary. What was scary was that after death, no one would sacrifice themselves and become a pitiful ghost.

No matter who you are or what your identity is, as long as you die for the country, your spirit soul can be sacrificed here.

Those who can find the body will be buried in the cemetery, and those who bring back the ashes will have their own crematorium to park in. If you can't even bring back the ashes, send your records here, and your name will become a memorial tablet that can also be sacrificed.

There were countless carvings in the military memorial hall, including the famous emperors and generals of China's history and the legendary Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

The famous generals of the Han and Tang Dynasties had their own sculptures as well. This was in order to condense the warlike spirit of the Chinese and to preserve the warlike spirit of the Chinese.

Maybe it was because there were too many statues, the commoners spontaneously called this place Temple of War, and they even brought incense here every few days to burn and pray for blessings.

Xiao Letian would definitely not disobey the kind wishes of the common people on this matter. Everyone was willing to burn incense and pray, willing to burn fragrant fruits as offerings.

It was precisely because of Xiao Letian's support that the military memorial hall was being expanded continuously these years. Following the acceleration of the Chinese campaign, more and more soldiers were being buried here.

Not only the military memorial hall, the CIA also had a secret memorial hall. Those nameless heroes who sacrificed their lives without the slightest bit of honor were also sleeping here.

In the end, there was even a Hero's Memorial. Even if you were a commoner, you had done the deeds of a hero, and if you were loved and buried by the entire people, you could still be buried here.

This place had already become a memorial hall for the Chinese spirit. After every war, the memorial ceremony for the Heroic Spirit who died in battle was essential.

The cold Pacific breeze blew over, following the mountainous terrain of the Zhongshan Mountains. All the flags that were headed to the military memorial hall were blown about by the sea breeze, making loud noises.

The road from the memorial hall to the city had long been swept clean. All the stone steps had even been washed three times by the spring water. The javelin-like soldiers were dressed in military uniforms and stood still, as if they were made of clay.

Behind the soldiers, countless civilians dressed in black and white were waiting quietly with paper and flowers covering their chests. Even the youngest child did not dare to show even the slightest bit of impatience.

The mountain winds whistled, the sea birds cried out miserably, the heaven and earth mourned, and all the people shed tears!

Today, the first 600 corpses of Chinese soldiers to be identified would be buried in the ground to rest. After War of the Far East, the largest public offering ceremony was about to begin.

Boom! Boom! Boom! A dull sound came from the foot of the mountain. The soldiers who were carrying the coffins had their boots and horses' paws trampling on the flagstones, making a neat rumbling sound.

Chinese army flags, blood flag s, army banners... Under the various banners and banners, a team of unending coffins appeared before everyone.