Global Throwback: Opening Throwback Zhang Sanfeng

Kyoto city.

Counting 10 people sat on the flying carpet made of talisman paper, suspended in the air.

In the entire capital city, there are millions of returnees and people gathered everywhere to watch this Kyushu celebration.

When Li Xiang stepped onto the high platform, thousands of salutes were fired, and hundreds of thousands of people at the scene shouted "God of War" in unison.

Li Xiang looked at the sea of ​​people below, and looked at the awe, excitement, and joy expressions of these people, feeling a little emotional.

I still remember that two years ago, he was in the small gymnasium of Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School in Tongzhou Prefecture, listening to the speech of the military representative nervously and expectantly with hundreds of boys and girls.

Time flies.

The young man who was unknown in the past has now stood on the top of Kyushu, sitting on the position of the god of war in the country, and he is the subordinate of the Netherworld.

In the cheers of mountains and tsunami,

Facing the [-] million people in Kyushu, Li Xiang spoke slowly:

"A hundred years ago, a cataclysm came, and countless plants, insects, and animals returned to their ancestors and gained power far beyond the limit of biology."

"Since then, spirits and monsters have been rampant, monsters and beasts have been rampant, and more than half of the human race in Kyushu has been lost."

"Those who survived by chance built high walls in gathering places, but they couldn't completely keep those monsters out."

"Fortunately, our bodies are filled with the blood of countless ancestors."

"We return to our ancestors and inspire the power left in our genes by our ancestors."

"Countless ancestors have stood up and walked in the forefront of fighting monsters!"

"The form of war has changed. We are no longer passively beaten, but can take the initiative!"

"Just this year, the Northern Expedition started, and we no longer hide behind high walls"

Li Xiang's voice, blessed by divine power, echoed throughout the entire capital city.

Count 10 people, listen quietly.

Someone clenched their fists.

Someone quietly wiped away tears.

Some people's eyes flashed unwillingness and guilt.

Among these people, there are warriors, throwbacks, teachers, cleaners, farmers

People listened to Li Xiang's words, and all kinds of memories from the past came to mind.

On the land of Kyushu, the cataclysm has lasted for a hundred years, and the war between the human race and the monster race has never stopped.

Therefore, most people's memories are accompanied by fear, confusion, hunger, and suffering.

Zhao Kang was very nervous.

So that the ghosts are a little erratic.

"Brother, don't get excited, it's just an award."

The one-armed officer next to him comforted him.

He said so, but his hand holding the cigarette was also shaking.

As if to ease the excitement and tension, the one-armed officer started the topic, "Brother, which theater are you in?"

Zhang Kang shook his head, "I was not a soldier when I was alive."

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand, and layers of scales immediately appeared on his arm.

The one-armed officer was stunned for a moment, "The evil spirit remains, have you participated in the Spark Project?"

Zhao Kang hummed, the more than ten medals hanging on the chest of the other party made him a little inferior.

Unexpectedly, the one-armed officer had an envious and respectful expression on his face, "Those who can pass the screening of the Spark Project are fierce people, and I signed up at the beginning."

"It's a pity that I was not selected. At that time, I left my father-in-law's relationship. It's a pity that they slapped the test report on the table and said that I was not strong enough."

"I was furious at the time. I, a third-level atavist, rushed into the territory of the fourth-level demon emperor, hacked from seven o'clock in the morning until dark, and finally hacked the demon emperor to death. I actually said that my will is not firm! "

"After hearing what you guys went through, I realized I was wrong."

"I'm not afraid of dying, but I'm afraid of living like a Spark project volunteer."

The one-armed officer looked at Zhao Kang and gave a thumbs up, "You guys are really awesome!"

Zhao Kang didn't expect to get such a compliment, he was a little embarrassed for a while, smiled awkwardly, and didn't know how to answer the question.

When he was still alive, because he was paralyzed in bed for a long time, he hardly communicated with outsiders.

Later, he joined the Spark Project and entered the Demon Realm as the Demon King. The people he faced were all demon tribes. In order not to reveal his secrets, he rarely interacted with other demon tribes.

This also made him lose the opportunity to obtain information.

Until the Northern Expedition, a demon king built an altar, opened a transmission channel, and wanted to attack the cities of Kyushu.

With the will of the demon king, Zhao Kang led hundreds of thousands of demons to destroy the altar and destroy the transmission channel. Then he was captured by the demon army and tortured to death.

Fortunately, after the war ended, his remnant soul was collected, conceived in the ghost pool for three months, and finally regained consciousness.

He did not enter the reincarnation of life and death, but chose to work in the Town God's Temple in Chicheng, nine to five, and two days off every week.

You can often go home and be with your wife and daughter.

Days like this are something that I dare not even dream about when I am paralyzed in bed.

Thinking of his wife and daughter, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Kang's mouth, and the tension in his heart disappeared a lot.

He turned his head and looked into the distance, only to see a crowd of people.

However, he knew that his wife and daughter were among the crowd.

Hearing his wife show off, it's still the VIP seat.

The one-armed officer on the left was still chattering.

The soldier in the wheelchair on the right is holding a mobile phone and making video calls with others.

After a while, more than a dozen people came over, including women in their 30s, children in their teens, and elderly people with gray hair.

Most of them are ordinary people, holding photo frames, and inside the photo frames are pictures of portraits.

During the Northern Expedition, many people died.

Those with better luck will become ghosts and enter the underworld, and still retain their consciousness during life.

Those who are unlucky will die and leave nothing behind, just like the people in these photo frames.

"Everyone!"

"Please get ready."

A general came over, looked enviously at the hundred honored representatives, and reminded, "You are about to play."

The room fell silent immediately.

Zhao Kang suppressed the restlessness in his heart, the one-armed officer threw the cigarette butt on the ground, the little soldier in the wheelchair took out a small mirror from his pocket, and combed his hair meticulously with a comb.

A huge beam of light descended from the sky, covering everyone.

Zhao Kang only felt his body lighten up. Before he could react, he came to the high platform. The scene in front of him immediately made him nervous again.

Hundreds of suspended cameras surround them.

Under the high platform, there are hundreds of thousands of people watching the ceremony.

Zhao Kang knew that at this moment, in addition to the millions of people in the capital city, the [-] million people in the entire Kyushu were looking at him and them.

The young God of War was ahead.

"Since ancient times, in our Kyushu Huaxia, there have been people who work hard, those who work hard, and those who sacrifice their lives to seek the law."

"They face up to the bleak life and the dripping blood. They are true warriors, the light in the dark, and the backbone of Kyushu."

"Spine? Are you talking about me? It should be." Zhao Kangru thought, but he didn't know whether it was because of being too nervous or because of other reasons. After saying something, he just subconsciously straightened his waist.

Time seems to be very slow, but also seems to be very fast.

The young war god named Li Xiang called out their names one by one to the [-] million people in Kyushu, telling their identities and deeds.

Afterwards, one by one, one by one, went out, and under the watchful eyes of [-] million people, they accepted the Medal of Township, which represented the highest honor of Kyushu.

"Xinghuo Project Zhao Kang is just an ordinary husband, an ordinary father, but hideous demon altar"

Zhao Kang heard his name, subconsciously, took a step forward.

The young God of War, the lord of the nether world, the lord of the heavenly court, turned around and hung a medal of the township around his neck.

In the audience, tens of thousands of people applauded and cheered.

The applause was like thunder and lasted for a long time.

When Zhao Kang returned to the team in a daze, the officer next to him who was holding the posthumous photo took a step forward.

As a result, the photos were displayed on a huge projection screen and displayed in the eyes of [-] million people in Kyushu.

In the photo, a lame middle-aged man, wearing an air force uniform, stood in front of a transport plane, smiling happily, showing his white teeth.

Jiangling City, a small fishing village, and a small shop at the entrance of the village.

Sitting on a stool, the left-behind old man who was eating melon seeds while watching TV suddenly became excited, pointing to the black and white TV, "Xiao Shen, it's Shen Zhanpeng!"

The little boy stared wide-eyed, "Uncle Shen"

At this time the sea breeze blows,

The sun broke through the clouds, and a beam of light shone obliquely on the hillside next to the small fishing village.

As a result, the new tomb was also bathed in sunlight.