50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 50 Military Parade
Then the "March" began to play, and the radio announced that the red flag was being raised. Although Sun Zhiwei couldn't see it now, he could imagine that he had witnessed many flag-raising ceremonies in his past life.

But today is different after all. This is the first time that the flag is rising in the square and also in people's hearts.

Just as Sun Zhiwei was sighing with emotion, there was a loud "boom" and a huge salute sounded not far away. One after another, accompanied by the rhythm of the march, it kept exploding in the sky.

Many people around Sun Zhiwei were like him, silently counting numbers in their mouths: "Seven, eight."

At first, everyone listened quietly to the singing and cannon fire. Later, with every cannon fire, everyone cheered and clapped loudly.

By the end of the music, he was sure there were 28 shots, but sometimes the sound was smaller and sometimes louder. When it was smaller, it must have been a dud.

This was also within our original expectations. Our current technology cannot guarantee that every shell will explode, so every shell is a double-barreled one.

Then, the voice of the announcement began to be heard on the radio, it was that familiar voice. When the announcement was finished, the audience cheered again, and warm applause came from the loudspeaker.

Then, the radio announced the start of the military parade. After a while, Sun Zhiwei heard the sound of cars coming from the street.

Then came one resounding response after another: "Serve the people!"

The sound came from far away and soon came close, but the group of big guys from the senior grades were shamelessly crowding in the front row, so he couldn't see anything.

There were crowds of people everywhere, and he didn't dare push too hard, for fear that he would not control the strength well and push the group of big guys in the front row into the middle of the road.

Considering that these guys would have to wave the flags hard in a while, he decided not to bother with it.

However, in order to see the parade later, he slowly moved forward through the crowd. It took him more than ten minutes before he finally poked his head out from under the arms of a group of big men.

Unfortunately, he only saw a few jeeps returning to the square in the distance.

At this time, the troops being reviewed on the opposite side began to line up in the middle of the road, one square after another, extending to a very far distance. He could faintly hear the roar of motors.

Lined up on the street in front of him were artillerymen. Sun Zhiwei didn't know much about cannons, he just knew there were various types of cannons. A classmate who knew about it began to introduce them loudly to the students nearby.

"See? The one in the front is a field gun, it has a long range. The one behind it is a mountain gun, it's for close range and is lightweight."

"Behind the mountain cannon is the howitzer. It's a massive thing. See the thickest barrel? It's a 150mm howitzer. One shot from it is so powerful it can shake the earth and mountains."

Regardless of whether the people behind saw it or not, they all followed the crowd in exclaiming, "Oh! Awesome!"

Hearing the crowd exclaiming in admiration, the soldiers standing in the middle became more energetic.

Just then, the announcement came that the parade had begun.

The troops on the road began to move slowly, and Sun Zhiwei, who was at the front of the team, could no longer be seen. He could only listen to the live report on the radio at the scene.

The live broadcast announced: "At the head of the procession are the honor guards of the navy, army, and air force... The navy troops, in their brand new blue uniforms, are being reviewed..."

Later, however, he saw pictures in the news and newspapers, and there was also a photo exhibition at school. He still learned about the situation at the front of the team that day through other means.

After the navy, army and air force honor guards, there is a division's infantry, and after that is the artillery.

Just as the artillery began to pass in front of the city wall, Sun Zhiwei and his men could already see a deafening roar coming from the distance on the road to the east. Along with the sound came a cloud of smoke, and from the smoke emerged a tank, like a roaring beast, rumbling forward with solid steps.

The first tank in the row was in a separate row, with the driver holding a bright red flag and the words "Hero" painted in large letters on the body of the tank.

People at that time rarely saw tanks and armored vehicles, and the close contact with these steel behemoths was unprecedentedly shocking.

All the students were so shocked that they were speechless. After the shock wore off, there was thunderous cheering. Everyone was proud that our own troops had such powerful weapons.

Just as everyone was cheering, an even louder sound came from the sky far away. "There's a plane," was everyone's first reaction.

Because the city had been bombed some time ago and the school had conducted air defense drills, many people recognized the sound immediately.

There was some commotion among the crowd nearby, and some people wanted to leave in panic.

At this moment, cheers came from farther away, and everyone suddenly realized that this was our own plane.

At this time, the plane was flying just above everyone's heads, and Sun Zhiwei could clearly see our flag painted on the wing.

Everyone cheered. No one expected that we had so many planes at home.

Many students nearby were asking, "Who counted just now? How many planes are there?"

At this time, the second wave of planes flew overhead. Sun Zhiwei pretended to count them, and after the planes flew past, he shouted loudly: "I counted them, a total of 26."

Everyone remembered the number "26", but he was the only one present who knew that there were actually only 17 aircraft.

However, the first nine fighter jets flew over, circled at a distance, and then flew over the square again. No one saw through this little trick.

When the second wave of planes arrived at Sun Zhiwei's position, the tanks had almost left, but on the other side of the square, the tanks and planes arrived almost at the same time, and the cheers from there had just begun to be heard.

Now Sun Zhiwei and his men couldn't care less about the square, because the people coming in front of them were cavalrymen who made them all want to go up there themselves.

There are 1000 horses in total, 500 red horses and 500 white horses.

All the cavalrymen were on horseback, holding lances and long swords on their waists. They were standing in a row of five and trotting past them in unison.

All the boys stuck their heads out of the railing, eager to get close and give her a kiss.

"This horse is so beautiful. This cavalryman is so handsome." This was the thought of all the boys present.

The cavalry unit was the last unit to review. After the cavalry passed by, the leader began to ask everyone to line up in the middle of the road.

Everyone quickly followed, all coming to the street and forming a line according to the originally planned formation. The mass parade groups in front and behind also came to the middle of the street to line up.

It was past 7 o'clock, and after the military parade officially ended, it was already dark. The street lights in the square and on the roads were lit, and all the lanterns and torches were also lit.

(End of this chapter)