Xiao Feng met the Prime Minister at the door. The old man was very low-key, with only three cars, and a secretary and bodyguard were next to him.

"A Feng, are you all ready?" the Prime Minister asked in a deep voice.

Xiao Feng nodded: "Well, everything is ready."

"Then let's go in." The Prime Minister took a step forward and walked into the funeral home.

Xiao Feng hurriedly supported him, while the secretary and bodyguard were one step behind and followed behind.

When he came inside and heard the cry of his family members, the Prime Minister sighed, but he did not make a sound, and he felt equally sad.

"Chief." Zhou Lei and Zhao Yue came over quickly and stood up and saluted.

The Prime Minister waved his hand: "Don't worry about me, do what you should do."

"yes."

"Afeng, accompany me to meet with the martyrs' families."

"Okay." Xiao Feng nodded and walked towards the location where his family members were with the Prime Minister.

The family members had long received news that the Prime Minister would come to attend the memorial service today. At this time, Xiao Feng accompanied an old man and took a closer look, isn't it the big leader on TV?

"The Prime Minister is here." I don't know who said something, and the family members all stood up.

"Everyone, I'm here to see you." The Prime Minister stopped and looked at the family members: "No one wants to do this, but it has happened. They sacrificed their lives to safeguard national interests, and they defended..."

The family members listened to the Prime Minister's words and felt sad and couldn't help but burst into tears.

The Prime Minister's eyes were also filled with tears, but he forced himself to do so: "I hope you all can cheer up. The living people should still live well, right? The country will not forget them, and will not forget the contributions they have made..."

"Prime Minister……"

Xiao Feng stood beside him and just watched quietly. He could feel the sadness of the Prime Minister and the sadness of these families...

"Old Xiao, everything is ready and you can start." Zhao Yue stepped forward and whispered to Xiao Feng.

"Okay." Xiao Feng nodded: "Old man, go sit down first, the memorial service will begin soon."

"Yes." The Prime Minister agreed, saying goodbye to the martyrs' families for the time being and went to his seat.

The sorrow sounded slowly. Except for the people seriously injured in this operation, all the members of Longyan arrived. They were all wearing military uniforms and white flowers were stuck on their chests.

They lined up in a queue, standing under the mourning hall, staring at the crystal coffin in the sea of ​​flowers, inside which was the remains of the martyr, covered with bright five-star red flags.

In the mourning hall, there was a long banner with the words "Mourning Ceremony of Longyan Martyrs", and below it was a big "Dian".

Below are photos of the martyrs, with young and handsome faces with bright sunny smiles, but this smile is always frozen in the photo frame.

The sound of sorrow became louder and louder. Zhao Yue took the microphone and walked to the middle. He presided over the memorial service.

"Dear leaders, guests, and comrades, today we will hold a memorial service for the sacrificed comrades of our Dragon Flame Team..."

Zhao Yue had no manuscripts, nor was he held according to the memorial service of ordinary martyrs, because the Dragon Flame Team never engages in formalism.

I am their political commissar. Every soldier in the Longyan team is a good soldier and an elite soldier... In a dangerous mission, these comrades died...

Now, the memorial service begins, playing sorrow and offering wreaths, let us give our last journey to these sacrificed comrades...

The sound of sorrow was even louder, and wreaths were carried in from outside. When he passed by Zhao Yue, he looked at the words on it and started reading it.

But when his eyes fell on the first wreath, he couldn't help but be shocked. He hesitated and read it: "The chief number one puts a wreath, and the elegiac couplet is to sacrifice one's life to stay in the world forever, sacrifice one's life to make one's righteousness and be smiling in the sky'."

The family was shocked and Chief No. 1 sent a couplet, but then they cried even more sadly, and at the same time they felt vaguely proud.

"The Prime Minister presents a wreath, and the elegiac couplet is 'The loyal soul will not fade away the passion and blood will turn into spring rain, and the righteousness and ambition will cry for the future'."

"General Sun Changliang, the General Staff, presented a wreath. The elegiac couplet is 'The green mountains and clear waters will keep the spirit of life. The green pines and green cypresses can comfort the heroic spirits after their death'."

"General Nie Yuan from the General Political Department presented a wreath, and the elegiac couplet is..."

“…”

Although the memorial service was as low-key as possible, the four major officials still sent their wreaths. After all, as the leaders of the four major officials, Sun Changliang and others knew the existence of the Longyan Team.

"Everyone stood up and saluted in silence."

‘Swish’, all the members of the Dragon Flame Team stood at the sight of their hats, staring at familiar photos, raised their right hands and saluted.

The three giants of Long Yan stood side by side, and also saluted, staring at the photos in the mourning hall, showing sadness.

The sound of sorrow and music was tear-jerking, and the family members were crying bitterly. Life and death were the greatest interpretation at this moment.

"Please speak the Prime Minister." Zhao Yue took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but his voice was still full of trembling and hoarseness.

The Prime Minister walked forward and took the microphone. He withdrew his gaze from the crystal coffins one by one, pursed his lips: "The first sentence is that they are the heroes of the country and the heroes of the nation..." As he said that, the old man slowly bent down and bowed deeply to the crystal coffin at 90 degrees.

It took the old man half a minute to get up, and it can be seen that with his age, it is already rare to maintain such a long time.

The moment he raised his head, Xiao Feng could clearly see a trace of pain on his face. When a person is old, he always has various problems with his waist and legs, even if he is the Prime Minister, he is no exception.

"The second sentence, thank you for cultivating such excellent soldiers. On behalf of the country and the people, I thank you..." The Prime Minister looked at these families and bent down again, not getting up for a long time.

The family members stared at the old man in a daze, feeling even more sad for a moment, unable to say what it felt.

"Old man." Seeing that the old man was in a difficult situation, Xiao Feng hurried forward and helped him: "You are fine."

The Prime Minister shook his head and said softly: "Compared with the pain of these soldiers being injured and dead and the pain of their families, this little pain is nothing."

Xiao Feng was silent. He now understood why his old man looked up to the Prime Minister and never even scolded him. This was not unreasonable.

The memorial service was very simple, but it was very grand. After the ceremony, the crystal coffin was lifted by members of the Longyan Team and left the funeral home solemnly and solemnly step by step.

The family members chased behind and cried even harder because they all knew that this was the last side. The body was transported away and cremated, and such a large person turned into such a small box of ashes...

"My son, let's go. Chief No. 1 will send you a wreath. The Prime Minister will come to attend the funeral in person. There are so many leaders. You are worth your life, it's worth it." The old man was supported by two members of the Dragon Flame, and looked at the crystal coffin that was getting farther and farther away, and tears were everywhere.

The bodies were transported away. After chatting with the family for a few more words, the Prime Minister left with the secretary and bodyguard.

The Prime Minister has a lot of things to do every day, so it is very rare to be able to attend the memorial service. It is impossible to stay here for a long time. There is still an important meeting to attend later.

"Old Zhao, Lao Zhou and I go to the crematorium. You accompany your family to the Dragon Tomb." Xiao Feng said to Zhao Yue.

Zhao Yue nodded: "Yes."

Xiao Feng and others followed the car and went to the crematorium. The family members were arranged by Zhao Yue to go to the special cemetery of Longyan Martyrs, and the Dragon Tomb.

Three hours later, military vehicles stopped at the entrance of the Dragon Tomb. Xiao Feng and Zhou Lei got out of the car, and behind them were soldiers holding urns.

Each urn was covered with red cloth, two people were in groups, one was holding a photo, and one was holding an urn, and took a team to enter the Dragon Tomb.

"Old Zhao, we are back. You should pay attention to the family and don't let them do too extreme behavior." Xiao Feng called Zhao Yue, then looked at the urn deeply, and led the team up.

This is Xiao Feng's second visit to the Dragon Tomb. It has been a while since he last came, but looking around, there are several new tombs.

Although the Dragon Flame Team is elite, no matter how elite they are, they are human and flesh and blood, so sacrifice is inevitable. In addition, they are all performing high-difficulties, so the sacrifice rate ranks high among the entire army.

Therefore, in just two years, it was full of tombs, and the words and sentences on the huge rocks at the entrance were the highest remembrance of them.

"Ahhh..." When the family saw the soldiers' urns in their hands, they cried bitterly. As long as they were buried, it would be difficult to meet again, and they would eventually be with Huangtu.

The grave was already done, just wait to put the urns in. With Xiao Feng's order, the urns began to be buried one by one.

"All members of Long Yan salute our dead brothers." Xiao Feng stood in front and shouted loudly.

‘Swish’, all members saluted again.

"Fire the gun." Xiao Feng took out his gun, pointed it at the sky, and pulled the trigger.

‘Bang bang bang’, gunshots are constantly sounding in the dragon tomb, hundreds of soldiers fired their guns together, and the gunshots are deafening. This is the best remembrance and greatest respect for the dead comrades.

"Brothers, go all the way." Xiao Feng shouted loudly, waved his hand suddenly, and began to bury the soil. The urn was buried below, and then the tombstone was also erected.

"Old Zhao, where is the thing."

“Here.”

“Put it.”

Zhao Yue nodded, took out the military medal and their new military rank, and placed it in front of the tombstone: "Brothers, go."

"If you live as a hero, you will also be a hero in your death. My brother, Long Yan, is a hero even if he goes to another world." Xiao Feng's eyes wandered on the tombstone and said in a deep voice.

"You are leaving, we will shoulder your responsibilities and honors and continue to fight." Zhao Yue also said in a deep voice.
Chapter completed!