Otherworldly Merchant

I happen to know a number of dignitaries over the years, including a translator from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

So I called him, and I asked him if he could help me out by detailing the causes and consequences of one thing.

I talked to him a few times, so he didn't give me a score, let me make him a list of martyrs, and he went to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to ask for instructions.

I was worried, after all these years, who would remember the names of every martyr?

But Master Shaw still remembers that none of the names have been left behind!

Three days later, my friend called, claiming that he had obtained approval from his superiors and intervened with each other, and finally determined that most of Master Shaw's brothers had been buried in a memorial cemetery in a certain country.

After consultation, the other party agreed to return the remains of these soldiers, but only through civilian activities to publicize the matter, which is also an explanation to Master Shaw!

When I got word of him, I flew there with Grandpa Shaw, where I found my friend, who warmly entertained us, and took us to the cemetery of the hero.

Grandpa Shaw knelt down in front of the cemetery and laughed for a moment. The nearly centenarian looked like a child! But no one laughed at him, and everyone saluted him to a standard military service.

We invite the remains of the martyrs out of their graves, one by one, in a box, wrapped in a bright red flag.

I was going to charter a plane myself, but I didn't expect my friend to be very helpful. After learning about the heroes, the Shenyang Air Force deliberately mobilized two fighter jets to escort us all the way.

On the day of departure, planes from nearby countries flew to prevent Huaxia aircraft from taking advantage of small movements.

& # 160; & # 160; allies can no longer sit down. Bombers were transferred directly from the four northern islands, scaring their planes back to visit their homes...

As the plane flew across the border, two J11 fighters escorted by flew by, and the pilots shouted, "Welcome back, sacrificed soldiers, two of my planes were instructed to escort you all the way!"

At this moment, Grandpa Shaw cried, and so did I.

He gave it to me, and I took a deep breath and blew it so hard that the exciting sound echoed over Huaxia!

The leaders ready long after the landing, according to the heroes' place of origin, returned the remains to various places for thick burial, Master Shaw finally wished, the martyrs returned!

Finally, we came to Master Shaw's secret room. After a few concessions, Master Shaw insisted that I play the heroes' final march, and he turned around and cried.

As the trumpet sounded, the martyrs woke up one by one and walked in line to disappear one by one in front of the old company chief.

What moved me was that before each of them disappeared, a solemn military salute was paid to the old captain!

After sending the soul of the last volunteer, Master Shaw wiped his tears and said: "Boy, talk to me! ”

I nodded and sat in front of him and listened.

“After 60 years of fighting in the DPRK, I also changed from being a bloody young man in his twenties to an elderly man who was on the move. ”

“At the time, the conditions were too bitter. I was hungry and ate a noodle, and when I was thirsty, I drank snow water from the ditch...”

“How many brothers were not killed by the enemy, but were frozen. If they had a cotton coat, a good gun, they would never die! ”

……

The old man may have gotten a little sad from losing his comrade forever, and he talked to me a lot without saying anything, and I listened carefully until I wept with him.

A lot of people would say that it's not too bad to eat fried noodles.

Kopp, Master Shaw's noodles are not now a big row of ham noodles, they are actually just fried corn and miscellaneous grain powder, that's all!

Rules dictate that after this, the strike numbers and medals belong to me.

But I couldn't accept Grandpa Shaw as a second life thing, firmly rejected it, and donated $3 million in my personal name to repair the volunteer mausoleum.

He thought for half a day, slapping his thigh and saying he could teach me how to summon Daffodils.

It turns out that Old Master Shaw survived because of the daffodil's light. After she saved Old Shaw, she gave him a spell, saying that if there was an emergency, he could read the spell and summon himself out.

Old Master Xiao has never tried it and certainly won't have a chance to use it in the future, because the brothers are separated and he is not involved.

I was happy to accept his gift, with the help of Daffodil, and I wanted to come back and fight Dragon Springs Mountain as a base card!

On the way back, Li Mazi and I have been discussing the old company leader and these soldiers.

Li Mazi's teeth itch every time he talks about the scum that insults him, saying don't let him see it again, or see one beat.

I shook my head with a bitter smile, but I felt unknown sadness.

See one fight? Are you done?

I can't finish it!

As Old Master Shaw said: They stayed with me all the time, waiting for me to blow the Battle Ram, launching a final attack on the enemy!