In summer, the Sichuan-Shaanxi Highway is lush with trees. The three brigades of the 66th Division stood neatly on both sides of the highway along the Sichuan-Shaanxi Highway, winding along the mountain road.

Standing straight and upright, watching the convoy slowly start.

When the convoy starts to move forward as a whole.

Feng Ping gave an order.

The singing of the Chinese military spirit resounded throughout the Sichuan-Shaanxi Highway.

It stretches for more than ten kilometers.

The whole of Sichuan was filled with shocking voices.

This scene not only made the reporters, industrialists and education circles in Pingjin cry, but even the Sichuan Army generals on the car were shocked by the 66th Division's podium.

On both sides of the road, in neat singing.

Feng Tiankui and Luo Jialie stood on the truck with some Sichuan generals, and even the words of teasing each other stopped. They raised their arms and saluted the military salutes.

Liu Xiang was watching this scene in the car with his eyes completely wet.

Feng Tiankui and Luo Jialie stood straight on the truck, and did not put down their hands in return, silently silenced tears.

Zhou Xiaoshan didn't dare to look around, after all, he was still holding the steering wheel.

The 66th Division sent three brigades to stand dozens of miles along the Sichuan-Shaanxi Highway.

Four songs were sung in turn, with the roars carrying the dedication of the valley, making everyone cry like rain.

Even the Sichuan Army is like this, and the scholars and industrialists from Pingjin are filled with emotion in the face of this situation.

Just crying silently.
Chapter completed!