It seemed that this word could only be used to describe the people standing in the cold wind and constantly watching the Chen family. When they suddenly saw the extremely familiar black figure in their eyes, everyone no longer knew how to use emotions to describe their feelings.

The first subconscious reaction was an excited shout: "General Chen!"

Then the sound was heard one after another, as if calling their most affectionate name. The old people were crying and the young people were passionate. The middle-aged people were most indignant, and their bodies began to shake in the wind and rain. The ruthless rain kept wetting their eyes, making the corners of their eyes blurred.

What is also blurry is the corners of Chen Yuyang's eyes, and the salty ones are tears and rain.

He didn't say too much, but just said lightly: "Thank you for your trust!"

One sentence is very sensational. No matter who hears that sincere feeling, he feels warm in his heart. It seems that his waiting for several hours in the wind and rain is worth it. Because they see hope, there is nothing in this world that is more joyful than being able to face hope.

However, Chen Yuyang said another sentence next, which gave people great encouragement: "Everyone come to Tiananmen Square with me!"

The words were very light, very light, but there was an indescribable affinity. Without a car or an army, there was only a group of people behind Chen Yuyang, a child, white and tender, with two braids on his head, and his little face was red with cold. He walked to Chen Yuyang and said in a silence: "General Chen, we have been waiting for you for a long time!"

Chen Yuyang felt sad, and squatted down, smiled at the girl, "Little girl, what are you waiting for me to do?"

The little girl was very stubborn and determined, "We'll wait for you to come out and take us to beat the Japanese!"

Chen Yuyang cried. Everyone saw that such an iron-blooded general and such a high-ranking young man actually cried. It was tears of touching and tears of expectation. Even Long Feiyun, who was following Chen Yuyang, couldn't help but shed tears. He knew that Chen Yuyang's strength was not the support of the people, but the belief.

The same belief as all the proud people in China is a belief that those who dare to violate the might of China will be punished even if they are far away.

He picked up the little girl and fought on his shoulder. Chen Yuyang gently held the girl's hand and said, "Brother, can you take you to beat the Japanese?"

The girl still said angrily: "Okay!"

The unyielding belief starts with a little girl. At a young age, she has such a strong sense of national rejuvenation in her heart. How can this nation and such a country not be revived? Holding the little girl over her head and holding her shoulders, this absolutely disharmonious scene was slowly imprinted in the eyes of everyone.

They could see that General Chen was very young, but he was not artificial. They didn't dream of such a scene. A Chairman of the Military Commission and a General of the Chinese Army, the myth of the army, would actually hold a little girl on her shoulders. What a glory, or what kind of emotion it is.

Just when even Long Feiyun was horrified, Chen Yuyang turned around and said, "This world belongs to us, and to you, but it belongs to you after all!"

Everyone was frightened, but before they could come back to their senses from this sentence, Chen Yuyang's figure had already begun to walk away slowly. In the rain, he only saw a small black idea. Although it was small, his back suddenly became much taller, taller than everything in their eyes.

In fact, Chen Yuyang's words are for the people, and aren't they for Long Feiyun? The world is ours and yours, but it is yours after all. Those who understand the profound meaning of this sentence are very clear, and those who are confused also understand a little, and those who hear it even more clearly in Long Feiyun's ears.

The original text of this sentence is like this: We are the sun at seven or eight o'clock, the world belongs to you, and ours, but it belongs to us after all. This is to knock on the dragon and flying clouds, and the world belongs to us after all, and those old guys are already a ray of setting sun.

Long Feiyun thought about it for a long time, and it was not until the fewer figures around him gradually disappeared, and then he came back to his senses.

At this moment, a shocking scene appeared on the streets of Kyoto. I thought that a young man in black military uniform was carrying a young girl on his shoulders, followed by a group of all kinds of people walking on the streets. The young man is now in Kyoto, and he is a well-known figure.

One person is above ten thousand people, but what is terrifying is here. It rains lightly in the sky. Such a precious person does not take a car or block it. He just walks along the street with the crowds all the way to the drizzle. Their goal is very clear, that is the direction of Tiananmen Square.

However, a strange scene happened again, and something like this happened in Kyoto. Everyone knew why and understood what the young soldier was going to do. All the vehicles passing through the streets were shocked when they saw his face and then automatically gave in. Some car owners even got out of the car and joined the team.

In their eyes, the perseverance, confidence, and pride suddenly burst out.

Such things happened in a row, and in the end, the team, which had only a few dozen people, grew and became more and more rough. Even the traffic police standing in the rain spontaneously began to command and gave a heavy tribute to the leading young man. It was not artificial, but true feelings.

In this way, the team grew longer and more and more people were. Although they were spontaneous, they were extremely disciplined and walked quietly on the Kyoto Avenue. Maybe this was the quality of soldiers, maybe this was the shocking power given to them by Chen Yuyang. While they were solemn, everyone's steps began to become consistent.

Raise your foot and land. This is clearly an army walking on the street. They all followed Chen Yuyang's pace, and even these basic steps must be consistent with him. The sound of the tapping and tapping vibrates the ground very neatly. Facing the cold rain, these people were like an iron army, silently, but there was a sense of faith and persistence in everyone's eyes.hf();
Chapter completed!