The solemn auditorium.

Red flags were waving on the rostrum, and the green space was filled with people, but it was not noisy at all.

The stars shine on and off the stage, shining together the stars and stars.

"The whole person stands up and plays the national anthem."

Zhang Yanming stood up in a daze among a group of generals, glanced around his eyes, feeling a little unsure.

I have been waking up for more than two years and have never thought about this question. What, who will tell me which song is the national anthem? Wouldn't it be illegal if I don't sing in such an occasion?

Suddenly I found that I have been busy making money in the past two years and have ignored many things.

My heart was overturned, my face was quiet, and as everyone looked at the rostrum in front of me, there were familiar and strange faces on it.

When the familiar prelude sounded, Zhang Yanming's heart fell to the ground with a thud. It was so scary.

Based on his understanding of music and songs during this period, Zhang Yanming found that the fault occurred between 40 and 42 years. It seemed that after that time, many things no longer overlap with memory, and the more they went back, the bigger the difference.

It seems that apart from the fact that it is still floating away, many things are different. But if you want to say it is different, the entire historical process and rhythm are very similar.

Zhang Yanming fell into confusion for a moment and began to doubt the authenticity of this world. Is this the real world or just another dream of his own?

Until the end of the military song and the whole person sat down, the conference began its agenda, and Zhang Yanming had not yet struggled out of his thoughts.

It was not until the whole group stood up again that he woke him up. The whole group was silent for the deceased soldiers for three minutes.

The auditorium was silent, and even the air was condensed, heavy and depressing.

Three minutes, just a few words, I can't finish a cigarette, but at this moment it seems so long, as if I can never finish it.

"The ceremony is over."

"Everyone sits."

"Please ask the military headquarters..." The meeting began to follow the agenda one by one. The big guys took turns speaking. Zhang Yanming put away his thoughts and sat upright and sounded seriously.

He suddenly realized that no matter what dream or reality he was, it would be better to live a life of real life. What does the relationship between false reality and himself? Life is his own, and emotions are his own.

After the top boss finished speaking, he began to commend him. Representatives from the heroes of each military region came to the stage to accept the reception and condolences of the top bosses, received their honors and their subordinates, and took photos.

The group was followed by individuals, with injuries dragging the heroes onto the stage and receiving their glory amid the applause of all the bigwigs on the scene.

After the alive people were commended, they began to posthumously teach those heroes who had given their lives.

The long list turns into two big characters, martyr.

The top tycoon finally reminded all the attendants to do a good job of pension and comforting the families of the martyrs, effectively implement the instructions and condolences of the state and the military, and help them solve some life difficulties within their ability, so as not to let the martyrs die in vain.

What surprised Zhang Yanming was that he still had his own share.

"This is a catastrophe, a national disaster that is rare in a century. It destroyed the fields and cities, cut off road traffic, swept across the country, but it also aroused the determination of the Chinese nation to be indomitable and united.

Including all participating troops in the military region.

Including those soldiers who were injured and disabled for the sake of the country and the people."
Chapter completed!