The Crimson Porcelain Monument stands in Xuanwu District, South Province.
Since its establishment, no one has dared to hold any activities in this solemn and dignified place. Even when activities were held in the vicinity, many people would subconsciously bypass it.
This area was once a chasm, a place where countless ancestors perished during the dark era.
To defend this strategic position, countless people rushed forward, using their bodies and blood to protect this deeply loved land.
This was the first line of defense for South Province!
Had this position fallen, millions in South Province would have suffered under the atrocities of the "little suns."
Even today, as the fierce wind howls, it seems one can still hear the roars of yesteryear.
"It's not that we are willing to fight to the death, but that behind us are our families, our brothers and sisters. If we retreat, they will be persecuted!"
"In truth, I do not wish to fight for my country, but I must charge forward with my rifle, for I know I love this land deeply, and as a soldier, when the nation is in peril, I must stand before my fellow countrymen."
"Even if they are to die, they must cross over my corpse!"
"Ammunition exhausted, reinforcements cut off, no men left, the city has fallen. I, leading the Fourth Army, will hold one house and make a final stand, fighting to the death. I wish victory."
"A soldier dying on the battlefield is fulfilling his duty; there is nothing to be sad about. It is only my aged mother that I ask the deputy captain to look after."
"After the victory in the war, what is it you wish to do most?"
"By then, I will already be dead. What I wish to do most... is to have my children see the New Great Xia for me."
These words were inscribed on rows of tombstones.
These flowers pierced the heart, making countless people realize the turmoil of the dark ages, a turmoil exceeding their imagination.
During the entire dark era, the civilian casualties numbered over 31.2 million, with 3.8 million military personnel killed or wounded, for a total of 35 million casualties!
These numbers should be remembered by future generations!
The prosperous era enjoyed today was forged by the steel Great Wall built from the blood and bodies of those fearless ancestors!
Yet now, in such a solemn place, Tian Yifei has turned it into a place of worship!
"This beast! He is trampling on the spirits of the heroes, he is insulting our Great Xia's martyrs! Beast! Beast!!"
"But he is the young master of the Tian family. What can you do? His influence is such that you can do nothing but be angry here."
"Damn it, the heroes protected our Great Xia, and we are just watching them act so arrogantly, towering over the martyrs? I refuse to accept this! Damn it, even if I die today, I will bring him down!"
From within the crowd, someone finally couldn't hold back. Men and women began to step forward, silently ascending.
But their eyes were all the same – blood red!
"Beast! Get down and atone for the martyrs!"
A thunderous voice suddenly boomed, and the sky visibly darkened with gathering storm clouds, as if the might of heaven itself had descended.
On the left flank, a line of demobilized soldiers roared and charged towards Tian Yifei.
Tian Yifei sat in his armchair, looking down at these foolish people, and sneered, "You rabble still want me to come down? How laughable, how laughable."
"Tian Long, let them know what it means for divine might to be unassailable."
A man beside him nodded slowly, stepped down from the steps, and with a single stride, immense martial energy exploded outwards. The chests of the charging soldiers were struck as if by a pendulum, sending them plummeting from the mountaintop to the platform below, their bodies bleeding, their fates unknown.
Thump, thump, thump—
Figures fell from the mountaintop to the mid-mountain platform like dumplings.
The figures hitting the ground coughed up blood, their breaths shallow.
"Call 120, quickly call 120!"
Someone shouted, and everyone present took out their phones to dial for emergency services.
But more people's eyes turned blood red, and figures, fearless of death, began to ascend.
Thump, thump, thump—
A continuous stream of people was thrown from the mountaintop, their blood… dyeing the mid-mountain platform red.
"They protected us then, and now we cannot even protect their dignity in death. How can we live with ourselves?"
"Retired soldier Yu Wanlin ascends!"
"Retired soldier Mo Changhe ascends!"
"Retired soldier…"
"Retired Dragon Observer…"
More people stood up from the crowd, and dense numbers of people began to climb.
At the summit, Tian Yifei, seated comfortably in his armchair, watched the scene with disdain, propping his head with one hand, lazily observing the people below.
In front of him, Tian Long stood like an insurmountable barrier; no one could ascend the steps.
But Tian Long hesitated. After a long silence, he asked, "Young Master, is what we are doing right? We will enrage the entire city. Heavenly might can be easily appeased, but the wrath of the people is hard to quell."
Tian Yifei sneered, his gaze playful as he looked at Tian Long, "Are you pitying these people? Or do you think these commoners are qualified to stand on the same platform as me?"
Tian Long lowered his head, "I dare not. I absolutely do not mean that."
Tian Yifei knew his thoughts well and sneered, "If anyone breaks through your guard, you will no longer live, and your family can join you below."
Tian Long turned away with a sigh, but as he turned, a flicker of coldness flashed in his eyes. He clenched his fists at his chest, unsure if it was directed at these people or at the person behind him who could decide the fate of his family with a single word.
The sky gradually darkened, as if a heavy rain was brewing.
The wind howled, and the voices from the valley seemed to pierce the boundaries of time, descending upon this land once more.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Brothers, hold the line! Behind us are millions of citizens. We absolutely cannot let these beasts pass, and even if they do, they must cross over our corpses first!"
"First echelon, fight to the death!"
"Report, the fifth echelon is wiped out. We are out of ammunition and reinforcements. We cannot hold!"
"Damn it, all of you, fix bayonets!"
"Garrison 371 reports to headquarters for the last time. Garrison 371, a total of eight thousand men, fighting to the death, refusing to retreat. Ammunition and reinforcements exhausted, the commanding officer has been blown to pieces by the enemy. I am about to die, please, gentlemen, take good care of this land for me."
This area contains a large amount of quartz stone. Quartz possesses strong conductivity, making the sound transmission capabilities of this region extremely potent. Moreover, quartz possesses a function similar to recording.
If very loud noises or disturbances occurred here in the past, quartz could potentially preserve these sounds in a recorded format and release them under specific weather conditions.
This is one of the reasons why the sounds from that time can be heard here.
Tian Yifei frowned, reached out, and snapped his fingers, "How noisy!"