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 first.

The task of live broadcasting has been completed, leaving only two old people chatting.

When night fell over the city, the street lights were turned on, and the figures slowly dispersed. The figures of Jiang Guotao and Wu Xiuming were stretched very long by the lights under the memorial stone.

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

Let out a deep breath.

"I should go, old principal... Tomorrow, will you meet them?"

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

"No, I'm here, waiting for them to come back!"

The tone was 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 stele, turned and walked into the night.

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

Watching the already slightly rickety figure.

Guinan Astronomical Observation Base.

When it was just dawn, the resting base personnel had already arrived at the monitoring hall.

There are quite a few people here who haven't slept all night.

I have been watching the Star Destroyer "Falling Leaf" slowly driving in the deep space, getting closer and closer to the blue star.

Zhong Zhenli basically didn't rest much that night.

The Star Destroyer kept coming to his mind, and he couldn't sleep at all.

At this time, seeing the 'Leaf' 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 where he could not control himself.

He saw it.

The entire hull of the 'Fallen Leaf' has completely appeared on the screen.

The details above are already clearly visible.

The red flag fluttered at the very front of the hull.

As soon as the familiar Red caught the eyes of the base personnel, warm applause broke out in the monitoring hall, and everyone's emotions were ignited and excited.

"This touch of red represents that the motherland will surely conquer the stars and seas in the not-too-distant future!"

Zhong Zhenli murmured softly, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

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

Because, the return of the "Luo Ye" not only represents the rise of Huaguo.

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

With the falling leaves getting closer and closer, everyone's mood fell into a heavy mood again.

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

At this time, a report came from Zhong Zhen's ear.

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

Then he turned on the phone and entered the live broadcast platform.

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

Make sure that the people of the entire Hua Kingdom can witness the return of the hero.

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

The barrage is constantly refreshing, rolling like a waterfall.

"It's close, very close!!! I've already seen the red flag on the 'Fallen Leaf'!!!"

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

"This moment will be a moment for mankind to witness history! I am proud of being a Chinese!"

"I saw some countries clamoring on the Internet last night, wanting us to share the technology brought back by the Star Destroyer. It made me laugh... no point!"

"That's right, I've also seen the remarks made by some foreign countries, saying that the technology brought back by the 'Falling Leaf' is the welfare of the entire human race, it really makes me angry

"Don't worry about those yelling, now... our Star Destroyer is out of space, whoever dares to mess around in front of our country, will blow him to pieces with a single shot!"

"At this moment, Huaguo's rise is due to the dedication of heroes, no one can stop it! The return of heroes, no one can stop it, if there are those who don't know how to promote, gods will block and kill gods!!!"

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

Calling the closest people, chatting about the heavy heart together.

In Jiangzhou, in the rental house, I tossed and turned sleeplessly all night.

The dawn was just dew, and a cool breeze blew through the curtains.

Shen Lin and Jiang Baoer got up early, packed everything with a heavy heart.

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

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

With solemn expressions, 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 emerged, and Jiang Baoer unconsciously set her eyes on the nearby treetops...

A leaf fell slowly and fell on the grass full of earthy fragrance.

"Falling leaves return to their roots..."

Today is the day when the "Leaf" returns, and it is also the day when the hero's body returns home.

Like them, many people subconsciously wanted to look for the shadow of the battleship as soon as they went out.

Even if he didn't see it, the excitement in his heart remained undiminished.

"Go, White Cloud!"

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

"Even if you can't see the 'Luoye', it would be nice if you could get closer to Li Tian..."

Shen Lin took out his mobile phone while walking.

"The live broadcast of Shangjing's main venue has begun!"

Sitting in the car, both of them looked at their mobile phones, focusing on the live broadcast of the main venue.

At this time, the sound 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 had morning dew on his clothes.

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

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

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

There are so many people, but everyone's expressions are extremely solemn, there is no sound of joking and laughing, and it is quiet.

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

In the silence, Zhang Zhaocong heard occasional whispers from immature children, but was soon stopped by the parents.

In this solemn silence, with a solemn mood.

His gaze and everyone gathered at the flag exit of the Zhengguo Gate, and the head of the country looked forward to it.

As the time approached, the sound of uniform footsteps sounded 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.

Walking with precise steps, no more than an inch, no less than a point, arrived at the flag-raising platform on time.

Accompanied by the sound of the solemn national anthem, the red flag fluttered slowly and rose slowly.

Accurately, it rises to the top of the pole and falls with the national anthem.

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

But Zhang Zhaocong knew that today was an exception.

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

That touch of flying red falls for them...it falls for returning!!

All around, the day was silent.

Suddenly, a clear and tender child's voice rang in Zhang Zhaocong's ear.

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

The immature child's voice, like a heavy hammer, hit everyone's hearts.

The sad atmosphere is spreading.

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

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

"So, this is a tribute to the hero!"

The childish eyes were shining with innocence. He turned his head and looked at the descending Red again. His eyes revealed curiosity. He didn't know what a hero was, but he looked at the adults around him with serious expressions and silently watching.

His little heart seemed to understand again...

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

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

(Good job) He took out his mobile phone that had been hung up to welcome the live broadcast of the main venue.

His chest was hot.

The scene was broadcast live on the screen, and the grand and solemn layout of the main venue was slowly revealed.

Red flags fluttered throughout the venue, all at half-mast.

Facing the breeze, it raised and rustled.

Squads of heavily armed Warriors are under martial law around the venue.

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

The left sleeve is uniformly wrapped with solemn black cloth.

Rows of armored vehicles shrouded in the morning sun, the luster of the metal reflected the cold light.

There are nine armored vehicles of various types, which means ninety-nine return to one.

A long armored convoy of ninety-nine vehicles is on standby at any time.

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

It leaves gray and black trails in the sky, solemn and solemn.

There is no car on the road, not that there is no need to go to work, but that everyone is polite.

The two sides are full of people, not idle, but waiting for the fallen leaves to return.

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

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

It is a far away country, in exchange for life...

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

It is said that there is no monument, and the mountains and rivers mourn together. .