The National Goddess Signs the Mecha, and The Loyal and Fierce Fleet is Exposed

Jiang Guotao and Wu Xiuming talked for a long time, until the sunset disappeared completely.

At this time, Chen Shuibing and Brother Huang had already left.

The task of the live broadcast has been completed, and only two old people are left talking.

When night shrouded the city, the street lights turned on, and the figures slowly disappeared. The figures of Jiang Guotao and Wu Xiuming were stretched long by the lights under the memorial stone monument.

Jiang Guotao took a last look at the names of Lu Li and Lin Xiao.

Shen Shen exhaled.

"It's time for me to go, old headmaster...tomorrow, are you going to meet them?

Wu Xiuming was silent for a while, looked back at the stone tablet, and slowly shook his head.

"Don't go, I'll be right here, waiting for them to come back! Years

The tone is firm, with a hint of persistence.

Jiang Guotao didn't force it, just looked at Wu Xiuming and nodded slowly.

"Okay, then I'll go first..."

Jiang Guotong glanced at the stone tablet, turned and stepped into the night.

Wu Xiuming watched Jiang Guotao slowly drifting away from the clouds, turned around slowly, and walked into the school.

I watched the figure that was already slightly hunched over.

Guinan Astronomical Observation Base.

When it was just dawn, the resting base personnel had already come to the monitoring hall.

Many people here have not slept all night.

I have been watching the Star Destroyer 'Leaves' slowly driving in the deep space, getting closer and closer to the Blue Star.

Zhong Zhenli basically didn't get much rest that night.

The Star Destroyer kept appearing in his mind, making him unable to sleep at all.

At this time, looking at the 'Leaves' that was getting closer and closer to the Blue Star, his mind became more and more tense, and his mood became more and more excited, almost to the point of being unable to control himself.

He saw it.

The entire hull of the 'Leaves' has already appeared in the picture.

The details above are clearly visible.

A crimson flag fluttered at the front of the hull.

As soon as the familiar red color came into view of the base personnel, the monitoring hall suddenly burst into warm applause, and everyone's emotions were ignited and excited.

"This touch of red means that the motherland will conquer the stars and the sea in the near future!

Zhong Zhenli murmured softly, his eyes flickering with excitement.

The applause continued, but gradually, the base fell into silence again.

Because the return of the 'Leaves' not only represents the rise of China.

It also means that the fallen leaves of the sacrificed heroes return to their roots.

Everyone's mood fell into heavy again as the falling leaves got closer...

"The live signal connection is normal and the picture is clear! 35

At this moment, Zhong Zhenli heard a report.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the emotions in his heart.

Then turn on the phone and enter the live broadcast platform.

In order to ensure the smooth return of the 'Leaves', his most important task at present is to ensure the stability of the live broadcast signal and the clarity of the picture.

To ensure that the entire Chinese people can witness the return of the hero.

After entering the live broadcast platform, countless people have poured into the live broadcast channel.

The barrage is constantly refreshed, rolling like a waterfall.

"It's close, it's close!!! I have seen the red flag on the 'Leaves'!!!

"That touch of red, even in the cold and dead space, is still so dazzling!!!

"This moment will be the moment when mankind witnesses history! I am proud of being a Chinese!

"Last night I saw on the Internet that some countries were clamoring for us to share the technology brought back by the Star Destroyer, and it made me laugh... I can't count!"

"That's right, I have also seen the remarks made by some foreign countries, saying that the technology brought back by the 'Leaves' is the welfare of the entire human race, which really makes me angry...

"Don't worry about the barking, now... our Star Destroyer is just outside space, whoever dares to mess around in front of our country will be blasted into scum with one shot!"

"At this moment, the rise of China is the dedication of heroes, and no one can stop it! No one can stop the return of heroes. If there are people who don't know how to lift them up, God will stop and kill God!!!"

It can be said that this night, many people have no sleep.

Shout out to the people closest to you, and tell the heavy heart together.

Jiangzhou, in the rental house, it was hard to sleep after tossing and turning all night.

The morning sun was just breaking, and a cool breeze blew through the curtains.

Shen Lin and Jiang Baoer got up early and packed everything with heavy hearts.

The steps to go out are a little hesitant, with expectations in my heart, but I am afraid of such expectations.

When I walked out of the house, I found that the community that should have been a little cold at this time, but there are already many people like them.

With a solemn look on his face, he walked out of the house one by one.

When people stand in the open space, their first reaction is to raise their heads involuntarily and look up at the sky.

The sky at five o'clock is bright.

A clear blue sky appeared, Jiang Baoer unconsciously set his eyes on the treetops beside him...

A fallen leaf fell slowly and landed on the grass full of fragrant soil.

"The fallen leaves return to their roots..."

Today is the day when the 'Falling Leaves' returns, and the day when the hero's remains go home.

Many people are like them. The first time they go out, they subconsciously want to find the shadow of the battleship.

Even if I didn't see it, the excitement in my heart was still undiminished.

"Go, go to Baiyun Mountain!

Jiang Baoer took Shen Lin and walked out of the community.

"Even if you can't see the Fallen Leaf, it's better to be close to the sky...

Shen Lin took out his mobile phone while walking.

"The live broadcast of the main venue of Shangjing has begun!"

After getting in the car, the two of them looked at their mobile phones and focused on the live broadcast of the main venue.

At this time, the voice of the live broadcast also sounded on the radio channel of the taxi.

Shen Lin raised his head and looked at the driver.

Obviously, the driver, like the two, was paying attention.

Did not bother.

Everyone's mood is the same, tacit understanding of each other.

Shangjingcheng, Zhengguomen.

In the viewing area, Zhang Zhaocong wore morning dew on his clothes.

He came from Jiangzhou with a pilgrimage-like mood, and it was difficult to sleep on the plane.

The moment I stepped out of the airport, I already felt heavy in my heart. I drove here and waited here early.

Looking up, the viewing area in front of the national gate was crowded with people.

There were so many people, but everyone's expressions were extremely solemn, there was no sound of hip-hop and laughter, and they were quiet.

Like Zhang Zhaocong, everyone knows that today's ceremony will be different than usual.

In the silence, Zhang Zhaocong heard the occasional sound of young children whispering from time to time, but they were quickly stopped by their parents.

In this solemn silence, with a solemn mood.

His eyes and everyone gathered at the flag exit of Zhengguomen, looking forward to it.

The time is approaching, and the sound of neat footsteps can be heard from the exit of the flag.

In his line of sight, the solemn and solemn flag bearer guarded the red flag and walked towards the flag-raising platform.

Stepping on a precise pace, not more than an inch, not a lot of a point, arrived at the flag-raising platform on time.

Along with the solemn national anthem, the red flag fluttered slowly and rose slowly.

With precision, it rose to the top of the pole and fell with the national anthem.

Originally, the flag-raising ceremony at this time should have ended.

But Zhang Zhaocong knows that today is an exception.

With a heavy heart, he watched the red flag that rose to the top of the pole slowly fall again, to the position of one-third of the flagpole.

That fluttering red is falling for them...falling for the return!!

There was silence all around.

Suddenly, a crisp and tender child's voice sounded beside Zhang Zhaocong's ear.

~Dad, why does everyone seem to be heavy..."

The immature child's voice, like a heavy hammer, smashed into everyone's heart.

A heavy atmosphere spreads.

The child's father took a deep breath and said softly:

"The hero who returned from the far side of the starry sky is about to go home..."

"So, this is a tribute to the hero!

The child's eyes flashed innocently, turned his head, and looked at the falling red again, with curiosity in his eyes, he didn't know what a hero was, but he looked at the adults around him, all of them with a serious expression and silently watching.

His little mind seemed to understand again...

Crimson was flying, and at the gate of the country, everyone fell into silence. The neat queue was extraordinarily serious.

Zhang Zhaocong inadvertently wiped the corners of his eyes and took a deep breath.

(Ho Nuo Zhao) He took out the mobile phone that had been hanging up to meet the live broadcast at the main venue.

His chest was hot.

In the live broadcast of the scene, the grand and solemn main venue layout is slowly displayed.

Crimson flags fluttered throughout the venue, and all flags were lowered to half-staff.

Facing the breeze, it rustled.

Lines of heavily armed soldiers placed martial law around the venue.

The soldiers of the three armies in military uniforms lined up neatly, with straight bodies and firm eyes.

A solemn black cloth is uniformly wrapped around the left sleeve.

Lines of armored vehicles were shrouded in the morning sun, and the luster of the metal reflected the cold light.

There are nine armored vehicles of various types, which means the unity of nine and nine.

Ninety-nine platoons of long armored convoys are on call at any time.

In the sky, the latest J-35 fighter jets whizzed past in neat queues from time to time.

Leaving a gray-black track in the sky, solemn and solemn.

There are no cars on the road, it is not that there is no need to go to work, but all are comity.

The two sides are full of people, not idle and doing nothing, but waiting for the fallen leaves to return.

"They are worth..." Zhang Zhaocong was silent for a long time, sighing in his heart.

Eight thousand miles of rivers, mountains, clouds and moon, thirty years of wind and rain.

It's a long way to go, and it's bought with my life. …

What is a national ceremony... Zhang Zhaocong thinks that what is in front of him is the national ceremony.

How can it be said that there is no monument, the mountains and rivers mourn together.