Self-discipline! Have You Ever Seen Marin Vando at Four in the Morning?

　　"Be stronger, so you can protect everything you want to protect."

　　"Otherwise, you will live with regret and guilt for the rest of your life."

　　After a moment of silence, Aokiji dropped such a meaningful sentence and slowly turned around and left.

　　Roy was fascinated, and he always felt that there was an inexplicable deep meaning behind Qingzhi's voice.

　　But when he came to his senses, the singing had ended.

　　Roy paused and sighed silently in his heart.

　　Actually, I now understand.

　　he said quietly.

　　He didn't understand before,

　　As a student living in ordinary times,

　　He would never know,

　　It was on the border of the motherland,

　　In those most dangerous and miserable desperations,

　　With such a group of unknown people quietly guarding their own peace.

　　of course,

　　That group of people doesn't need him to understand,

　　They just need him to be comfortable enjoying the peace and ease he deserves.

　　but now,

　　Roy understood.

　　If you are not a soldier, you never know what it is like to be a soldier.

　　And when you become a soldier, you will always be a soldier.

　　That hot heart will always belong to that hot land.

　　finally became,

　　The corpses buried under these feet,

　　The solitary graves piled up in this little cemetery,

　　A piece of old and old photos placed in the barracks...

　　Picture what?

　　to be frank,

　　Nothing good.

　　The world has become quiet again.

　　The funeral is over.

　　There was no need for the commander's order, and everyone left quietly, without a word, and carefully and orderly.

　　As if for fear of disturbing the rest of countless heroic souls here.

　　There is no bugle,

　　no uniforms,

　　Without the seagull flag,

　　Without the block quilt,

　　But those who survived suddenly became stronger.

　　Not in terms of strength,

　　It's mentality and will.

　　Because they still have memories,

　　With the good memories of fighting side by side with comrades and living together, we will go further.

　　"Roy?"

　　Tina and the other cadets surrounded Roy, but Roy waved his hand and said:

　　"I want to stay and be quiet."

　　The others were stunned for a moment and didn't say much, just slowly stood in the distance and waited silently.

　　Roy quietly looked at the tombs in front of him, and stepped forward subconsciously.

　　The depressing, gloomy aura made him seem unable to breathe.

　　He walked in the cemetery with a pale face, as if aimlessly.

　　Tina in the distance looked at his incomparably bleak back with worried eyes, but they stopped talking.

　　until a certain moment,

　　Roy suddenly stopped.

　　before him,

　　It's a brand new tomb.

　　A blood-stained military uniform with the rank of lieutenant general hangs on the tombstone, and a broken saber hangs next to it.

　　Roy clenched his fists, and the corners of his eyes became wet again.

　　This is the tomb of that lieutenant general.

　　He slowly moved his gaze to the tombstone, which had a line of words written on it.

　　"- Vice Admiral Thortim of the Navy Headquarters, died in the Battle of Marin Vando in Glorious War."

　　“海圆历1472·5·22-海圆历1502·9·21。”

　　Roy's eyes suddenly became dazed.

　　It turned out his name was Thortim.

　　He was only thirty years old...

　　Roy couldn't help clenching his teeth.

　　"You are the future of the Navy and you cannot die here."

　　He said so.

　　Thirty years old, which was supposed to be a time of youth and strength, but now it has become a broken knife, a bloody cloak, and a tombstone.

　　"It's not honorable."

　　Roy roared suddenly, his eyes were red, and his fist slammed heavily on the tombstone, leaving a clear blood mark on it!

　　Yes,

　　die in battle,

　　What a soldier's honor! ?

　　Shit! !

　　Surviving is the happy ending, isn't it? ?

　　at this time,

　　A young voice sounded from behind.

　　"Big brother, are you here to visit dad?"

　　moment--

　　Roy's whole body seemed to be struck by lightning.

　　He turned around stiffly,

　　His face was as pale as a dead man.

　　One tall and one short,

　　One old and one young,

　　two figures,

　　hand in hand,

　　Appeared in front of his eyes in the snow.

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Chapter 131

　　in the snow,

　　The two figures, the old and the young, seemed to be half-buried in white.

　　The old man's figure was slightly hunched, and he didn't look much taller than the little girl next to him.

　　The traces of the years, relentlessly written all over his face.

　　As if it was because of poor sleep, bloodshot eyes filled the drooping old eyes.

　　The little girl is quite spirited.

　　Even in this blizzard,

　　Also bulging red cheeks,