The incident happened very suddenly, which caught people off guard.

I just witnessed two strange and crazy people in Liu Tengfei, and were still thinking hesitantly in the resort.

However, at this time, or anyone in this world, had never noticed that, unknowingly, the trajectory of the real world had once again undergone slight changes in detail and inaccurate changes.

...

The time for běi is just past two o'clock in the afternoon.

Moscow, thousands of miles away from the essence, and the capital of the Soviet Socialist Russian Federation, which experienced the first cold wave in autumn, white snowflakes drifted in the air with the wind, and the citizens on the road were also in a hurry.

Located in a garden near the suburbs of a huge city, the morning sun shines through the dense yin clouds, chaotic and blurred on the grass and gravel roads that have just been covered with snow; among the larch and birch trees in the breeze, crystal snowflakes are flying everywhere, as if adding a sacred atmosphere to the entire cemetery.

"Crack—, squeak—"

The sound of leather boots stomping the snow was neat and uniform; the guards in tweed coats walked slowly on the zhongyāng road in the martyrs' cemetery, and the snowflakes on their shoulders and military caps shook off from time to time and slowly fell to the ground.

The three soldiers marching at the front of the short guard of honor were solemn and solemn. Under the escort of two soldiers carrying shiny sks semi-automatic concierge guns on their shoulders, the middle soldiers were carrying a red flag with a golden sickle hammer and a hollow five-pointed star pattern. Under the cold wind wrapped in snowflakes, the flag fluttered and the army looked solemn. A simple and solemn memorial ceremony was about to begin here.

This is a cemetery of the Air Force martyrs left over from the Soviet era; the cemetery is buried in the cemetery, including the Air Force commanders and fighters who sacrificed their lives for the country and nation in the wars defending the great Soviets since the October Revolution.

The cold wind continued to blow, and the empty cemetery was very quiet, and there was also a little cold loneliness.

Standing not far from the main road, watching for a while, an old man in charge of the cemetery was in charge of the custody of the cemetery, although he felt a bit of chill, he rubbed his hands, tightened the collars of his thick coat, and then began his own routine patrol every day. He had been a cemetery administrator here for more than ten years and was also a glorious Red Air Force soldier. Although he was not convinced by the pilot boys who drove war eagles in the sky when he was in service, he is now with these comrades who had served in the same great army, in this way, his feelings in his heart have not faded for many years.

Yes, the young men buried here cannot compare with the top aces such as Kuori Dub and Pokreshkin who were buried in the New Saint Cemetery, but they are also tough guys who sacrificed their lives for the country. They all say that "the veterans do not die, they just wither." Compared with these comrades who have been buried underground, they can live to their twilight years. This is a kind of luck or misfortune.

Step by step, he walked through the snow-covered lawn, and the old man stroked the white marble tombstones passing by, bringing cold snow. He recognized every tombstone here, every good guy, as familiar as his close family for so many years.

"——Standing attentively!——Rising a gun!"

Listening to the commands from afar, the old man's steps were still calm and he came to the end of this large white tombstone; the tombstone here was still as neat as new and there were no handwriting on it, which was reserved for the future migration to this place. - Of course, judging from the current situation in this world, the last war of this huge country was fought in Afghanistan almost forty years ago, and there may not be newcomers in this cemetery for a long time.

It seemed as if he was standing there with a little sadness, staring at the rows of blank marble tombstones extending in front of him. The old man's ears were clear and empty gunshots, which were the guard of honor firing. He stood there but had not turned around for a long time, and tears seemed to be gradually sliding down his old cheeks.

Can you still hear the sound of gunfire for tribute, comrades?

Ah, have those glorious times become forgotten history after all...

"After the ceremony——! Take the gun———!"

Accompanied by the clanging sound of the butt stock falling to the ground, the uniform queue stood in a solemn with guns, two team members of the honorary guards carried the wreath slowly forward. In this cold autumn, accompanied by the first snowfall in Moscow, they expressed their highest respect to the heroic sacrifice of the Red Air Force predecessors on behalf of the glorious Soviet Union, and walked forward step by step with the firm determination to practice the glorious path of the ancestors and to bravely defend the motherland.

The brief ceremony ended, just as solemn as it was when it came. The guard of honor held its guns on its shoulders and lined up in neat rows across the snow-covered gravel road. The cold wind blew, and the sunlight that dispelled the dark clouds shone brightly again, shining on the monument of the cemetery, and the shining golden five-pointed stars reflected a shining light.

As the tributes left, the empty cemetery returned to silence again.

In this peaceful era of singing and dancing, the secluded place of the Martyrs' Cemetery has probably been forgotten by many people in the depths of memory; those years that have been covered with countless young lives seem to have turned into a wisp of smoke in the vast sky, quietly dissipating in the vast river of history.

However, even so, the old man who had finished the inspection was still standing silently in the cold wind; the figures covered with snowflakes were still straight, facing the huge cemetery covered with snow, the old man slowly raised his arms, and took off his hat and saluted these cute comrades who were sleeping underground.

Comrades have come to see you, boys!

The war is gone, are you doing well in heaven? Igor, Maxim, Anatoli, Sergei...

History cannot be forgotten; no matter how long the years have passed, the blood and fire of the past cannot be forgotten.

The old man who had stood for a long time gradually turned away with complex thoughts; the group of white tombstones in the wind and snow were still standing silently.

At this moment, no one noticed it in the martyrs' cemetery, and no one noticed it. In the flying snowflakes in the sky, there were a few rows of a large tombstone. A white marble tombstone at the left, on the surface of the monument that was originally smooth and without marks, had already appeared out of thin air.

Just a moment ago, the surface of the monument was still blank; however, when unknown factors flashed, the situation had become different. The slightly rough body of the monument had the patterns and records as usual; what appeared on the monument out of thin air was an unusual name:

Victor Antonovich Rezenov.
Chapter completed!