The Whole Country Follows Me Into the World of Gods and Demons

National mourning is the top funeral in Kyushu. Once it appears, it means that a pillar of Kyushu has fallen.

Three hours ago, the last exploratory troop sent by Marshal Lin Jun returned, and what they brought back was still unexplorable information.

"Marshal, this list of dead... Please also sign it."

The subordinates gently handed over the death list. Every name on the list was once a famous soldier in the major military regions.

But now, they are all sleeping in the deep sea together with the war mecha.

And in the first row and first column of the dead list, it was Lu Yu.

Marshal Lin Jun's eyes were red, and he stared blankly at the death list for a long time. In the end, he said with difficulty: "I... can't sign it, you go to... Marshal Xu Zhen."

This list of the dead is the highest ranking list involving military ranks in the past century of Jiuzhou Kingdom, and everyone is qualified to be ranked in the Hall of Heroes of Kyushu!

The Hall of Heroes in Kyushu is a higher-level cemetery than the Martyrs Cemetery.

Anyone who has made a great contribution to the state of Jiuzhou can be placed in the Hall of Heroes of Kyushu after their death and enjoy the most noble mourning of hundreds of millions of people.

And this level of sacrifice list must have the autograph of the military marshal in order to take effect.

The subordinates retreated silently, found Marshal Xu Zhen again, and handed over the death list.

"You want me... to admit that Lu Yu is dead?" Marshal Xu Zhen said in a trembling voice: "Lu Yu can't die. He is the future commander of the Asian Allied Forces and the future human **** of war. How could he die at this time..."

The subordinate shook his body and said with difficulty: "Marshal, General Lu was not killed by a **** and demon, but...by a hydrogen bomb!"

"Marshal, please accept the reality!"

Marshal Xu Zhen staggered and sat down, burying his head in his palm, unable to calm down for a long time.

Marshal Ye Chenjian next to him looked at it, sighed, and picked up the death list at random.

"Since the two of you can't sign it, then I'll sign it."

Marshal Ye Chenjian looked at Lu Yu on the list, slowly picked up the pen, and wrote his name at the end of the list.

Finished writing, lost the pen.

The three words Ye Chenjian seemed to drain all the energy of the marshal.

The thin list of the dead was as heavy as a thousand pieces at the moment, and was held in both hands and respectfully sent to the Kyushu Hall of Heroes.

...

On National Remembrance Day, all cities in the Kyushu Kingdom flew their flags at half-mast, and Lu Yu's face was projected in the center of the city.

People came and went on the street, but they were all silent. When they looked at the young man with the rank of general on his shoulders, they couldn't help but feel sad.

Live as a hero, die as a hero.

Kyushu will star out and live up to the grace of the old country!

In just four sentences, Lu Yu's life was summed up incisively and vividly.

On this day, the name Lu Yu swept the world, and everyone knew it.

And at ten o'clock in the morning on Remembrance Day, all electronic screens across the country were forced to turn around.

No one expressed dissatisfaction, because all departments have already notified this matter.

On the electronic screen, the boundless blue East China Sea appeared.

At this time, the national flag of Kyushu and the military flag fluttered solemnly on the seashore. Behind the flag soldiers, thousands of new tanks were densely packed, and fighter planes were constantly shuttled in the sky.

At this time, a white-haired old man in a marshal's coat walked to the front. He wore a white flower on his chest and held a bunch of tender flowers in his hand. His eyes were sad and solemn.

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Suddenly, the sound of bells and drums sounded, vast and deep, conveying the long and lingering of heaven and earth, and the vastness of pain.

Under this deep background sound, the white-haired old man slowly opened a piece of belief.

He held the belief in his hands and looked at the blue East China Sea.

In the depths of this sea area, he was buried with the most proud young soldier of Lin Jun, and buried the guide who had never encountered in the Jiuzhou Kingdom...

"Boldly loyal, stubborn and iron-boned..."

Facing the pungent sea breeze, the old man spoke slowly.

Every word he said could be heard by the people of Kyushu.

"You, shape the soul of the Kyushu Steel Army with your meager body!"

"Let's take the lead and build the Great Wall of Kyushu!"

"With day and night, build an army of tens of thousands of Kyushu!"

"You are..." The old man burst into tears, "You are the most outstanding young general of the Kyushu Military Department, you are the majestic backbone of the Kyushu land, and the most proud disciple of my Lin Jun, Lu Yu!"

Whoa whoa whoa!

Thousands of tanks fired at the East China Sea in unison, and the fire burst into the sky.

Hundreds of fighter planes carried spray paints, interweaving a portrait of Lu Yu's face in the sky.

Marshal Lin Jun, this is using the most noble mourning ceremony of Jiuzhou Kingdom.

From ancient times to the present, there have been very few people who can use this mourning ceremony, and without exception, they are the generals of the country!

Under the fire, the old man recited the last paragraph of the letter in his hand.

"Why don't you say no clothes? I share the same robe with my son, Wang Yuxing's teacher, repair my spear, and share my hatred with my son!"

"Why don't you say no clothes? With your son, Wang Yuxing is a teacher, repair my spear and halberd, and work together with your son!"

"Why don't you say you have no clothes? With your son in the same clothes, Wang Yuxing's teacher, repair my armor, and walk with your son!"

An old Qin Poetry "No Clothes", facing the sea breeze and sacrifice, spread throughout the land of Kyushu.

...

In a military residence in a large city in the East China Sea, an old couple was sitting in a single-family villa, looking at the TV and burst into tears.

They hugged each other and cried out of breath, especially the old woman, who was almost out of breath~www.wuxiaspot.com~ son...my son...you come back. "

On the desk behind the two old men, there is a family photo.

The young man in the middle of the photo is only a teenager, with sharp eyebrows, thin and tall.

That was Lu Yu in high school.

"Son...Mom misses you...you come back..."

...

In the cold winter in the north, the Second Gene Army was solemn and silent. Thirty thousand soldiers took off their military caps and bowed their heads in mourning to the flag of the Second Gene Army in the center.

Lin Chenxi murmured, "Live as a hero...and die as a ghost."

"Sir, you...have a good way."

On the snow-capped mountain opposite the Second Gene Army, Ma Leng watched this scene silently.

He danced wildly with red hair, a cigar in his mouth, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"General, the Second Gene Army is unstable today, do we..." Ma Lan's adjutant asked hesitantly.

Ma Leng turned his head and shook his head gently, "Today, the heavy army in the north will fly the flag at half mast, play lamentations, and hold a funeral for General Lu Yu of Kyushu..."

Today, the Northern Army and the Second Gene Army are no longer confronting each other, but jointly pay tribute to a young general.

...

The gods and demons, Pei Junfeng and Chu Yunzhong walked in haggard, and all the members were gathered here.

The sword master Lin Du took the lead off his hair crown with a sad expression on his face.

"Since then, Lu Yu was ranked in the Hall of Heroes in Kyushu." Pei Junfeng said with pain: "I respect him, so...the gods and demons can't be dispersed."

"Oh? Are you coming to our gods and demons to take power?" Ji Daonian asked coldly.

Pei Junfeng nodded silently, and Chu Yunzhong, who was beside him, had already pulled out the alloy sword and said, "Come on, the gods and demons only recognize strength, and Pei Junfeng and I will inherit Lu Yu's will..."