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Chapter 4044

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When Ye Chien got off the plane, it was still drizzling. After a few twists and turns, he finally arrived at the Yellow River where Principal Chen had personally sprinkled the ashes of his old company commander, squad leader, and two of his comrades. The rain had turned from a drizzle to a light drizzle.

It was very cold here. Thick ice had formed by the riverside and under the rocks. Only the yellow water at the mouth of the waterfall was still mighty and powerful. It broke all the ice that was preventing it from surging forward and continued downstream with the broken ice.

The cold wind messed up his hair, and the icy rain wet his face. Ye Chien walked step by step to the place where Principal Chen had once stood. There was a metal fence around the area, and he could not go any further.

Standing there, Ye Chien raised his head and looked upstream. He saw the water, sand, and large chunks of ice rushing down from upstream. They surged with majestic momentum, and the sound was deafening. He stood on the grayish-brown rock and looked at the Yellow River that had surged endlessly for thousands of years. He held the box tightly in his hands and did not move for a long time.

Here, there were not only the heroic spirits of Uncle Chen's comrades, there were also the heroic spirits of many martyrs. The surging yellow water was accompanied by a bone-chilling wind. Ye Chien seemed to hear a war song in his ears. He lowered his head and looked at the box tightly held in his hands. He said softly, "Uncle Chen, I've brought you here. You'll be reunited with your comrades very soon."

"You said you didn't want to have a memorial service. You didn't want too many people to know about it. Look at you. Even at this time, you still want to be unknown."

He slowly opened the box. The wind and rain blew past, wetting the white ashes and blowing away the ashes. Ye Chien knelt on the cold and wet rock. His hands trembled as he held the ashes …

The wind blew, like a horn, like a cry. The rain poured down, like tears and sorrow. The strong wind blew away the ashes in his hands. Principal Chen, who had made countless contributions to the country, disappeared bit by bit. In the end, all that was left was the box that had once held his ashes.

Looking at the empty box, Ye Chien blinked softly. A drop of water fell from his face into the box, but it was unclear whether it was rainwater or tears.

Gone, Uncle Chen was gone. From now on, she would never see Uncle Chen again. She would never hear Uncle Chen's stern voice that made her revere him.

Gone, really gone …

Closing the wooden box, Ye Chien kowtowed to the Yellow River with red eyes. When she kowtowed for the third time, she remained kneeling for a long time without getting up.

Putting down the military salute that they had been saluting since the ashes were scattered, the group of people stood quietly. They did not try to persuade Ye Chien to come down earlier.

The wind and rain were still blowing and falling. The person who had been kneeling for a long time was still kneeling. Her slender back was like a spear that had been temporarily placed at the bottom. When she got up, the spear would be ruthless and the knife would be cold. It would cut open the darkness with the knife and destroy all evil with bullets.

Now, they were waiting for the spear-like female soldier to stand up.

"Goodbye, Uncle Chen. Ye Chien will come to pay respects to you next time." Ye Chien, whose forehead was bruised from kowtowing, stood up. The cold wind was so strong that the tip of Ye Chien's nose was red. Finally, she was no longer standing in the teeth of the storm. There were still long ice spikes below her. She carried the box and retreated from the high ground. She retreated between the leaders and the guards. This time, she completed the military salute alone.

There was one more martyr and one more heroic soul in the unceasing flow of the Yellow River. When Ye Chien turned around to leave, she seemed to see a kind figure in the rain and the wind …

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