In the evening, Lei Zhan and his soldiers finally arrived at Sheephorn Mountain.

Looking at the hinterland of Sheephorn Mountain in front of them, the hearts of the soldiers rose with warmth, and the eyes that were already red-eyed and murderous were also softened at this time, this is their home.

People are drifting boats, and home is a warm and calm harbor!

"Take the head of the little devil and go to Qingfeng Mountain, the Wolf Tomb, the warriors who came back earlier are already waiting for us there!"

After Lei Zhan glanced at the Sheephorn Mountain, he turned around and ordered: "Three platoons, four platoons, you are responsible for transporting the guns and ammunition back to the camp, and after you finish, you will return to the team immediately." ”

"Yes!"

Yang Guang, the commander of the third platoon, received an order and took the soldiers to sort out the guns and ammunition.

"Let's go!"

"It's time to go!"

"Alas......"

Zhang Jibing, Yang Jian and the others all knew what to do there, and when they thought of the sacrificed soldiers, their faces were filled with pain.

The soldiers of the Wolf Warrior Battalion were also very sad, and under the leadership of Lei Zhan, they rushed to the Qingfeng Mountain and the Wolf Tomb next to them.

On the way, Lei Zhan's face showed a look of memory, and his eyes were even a little confused, he thought of what the old captain said to them in his previous life, when he had just entered the special forces, when he was engaged in a live-fire war for the first time.

"When fighting on the battlefield, no matter who is sacrificed, whether it is your relatives or your comrades, you don't care, don't be sad, what you need to do is to turn grief into strength, hit the enemy the battlefield, avenge your relatives and comrades, completely annihilate the enemy, after the war is over, survive, you go to **** wounds, you go to grief again, see off your relatives and comrades, go to pay tribute, tell them that the war is won, how many enemies you have killed!

Of course, there is a premise for all this, you have to survive on the battlefield, because the battlefield is changing rapidly, stray bullets are flying, one second your relatives and comrades-in-arms are sacrificed, the next second may be you, you only survive, you are qualified to grieve, to see off your relatives and comrades-in-arms, so, you who have become special combat members, you must remember that you must be ruthless on the battlefield, only the enemy in your eyes, kill! Kill! Kill!

When will your affection be expressed?

To help your comrades when they are about to be killed by the enemy's bayonets, you need to help your comrades, kill the enemy, and save your comrades!

When the enemy shoots at his comrades, he does not hesitate to block the bullets for his comrades!

When the cannonball is about to fall and explode, do not hesitate to pounce on your comrades!

As long as your comrades are sacrificed, you should immediately enter the battle, and do not hesitate, because this slightest hesitation will kill you, and the most serious will lead to the defeat of the war, so you must be absolutely calm in the war, and be absolutely ruthless in the face of the sacrifice of your comrades, and then kill all the enemies and survive.

Only then will you be truly qualified, to grieve, to be sad, to see off your comrades!

Now, I ask you?

If I go to war, will any of you be willing to block a bullet for me?

However, as long as you are a member of the Chinese People's Liberation Army, I am willing to block bullets on the battlefield for you! ”

The old captain's serious and concerned appearance has been firmly engraved in Lei Zhan's heart, and even in his soul, because his old captain died because he blocked bullets for him!

"Alas! Comrades of the Lightning, are you all right? ”

Lei Zhan's eyes showed a deep sense of longing.

Lei Zhan's mood seemed to have infected the soldiers of the Wolf Warrior Battalion, and after a word all the way, the team calmly arrived at Qingfeng Mountain and the Wolf Warrior Tomb.

Qingfeng Mountain Juyi Hall has been transformed into today's Wolf Warrior Tomb, next to a huge stone, with the blood of the little devil carved into the three big characters of "Wolf Warrior Tomb", which is particularly eye-catching, it represents a special meaning.

At this time, the tomb of the wolf warrior is brightly lit, and the people and the warriors who returned in advance have dug the burial pit here, waiting, and the people are holding torches high in their hands to expel the darkness here, and guide the way home and the place of resting for the soul of the sacrificed warriors.

The soldier waiting in front of the people next to him looked solemn, holding the soldier's urn in both hands, waiting for the arrival of Lei Zhan.

"Stand upright!"

After Lei Zhan came to him with the soldiers of the Wolf Warrior Battalion, Lei Zhan's voice was sonorous.

"Wow!"

The voice was neatly unified, and for a moment, the Wolf Warrior Tomb fell silent.

"Salute!"

Lei Zhan's words fell, all the soldiers, saluted the sacrificed soldiers, and sent their comrades-in-arms.

"Rite over!"

Three minutes later, the salute was over.

Lei Zhan, Zhang Jibing and Yang Jian, the thirteen people, came to the soldier holding the urn and reached out to take the urn.

"Brothers, go all the way, have you seen it, the blood on our bodies is all from the little devils, you can rest assured, if the little devils are not expelled and annihilated, our wolf battalion will never stop!"

Lei Zhan's face was serious, and he said loudly in a sonorous voice.

"Send comrades!"

"Go home!"

Under the leadership of Lei Zhan, Zhang Jibing and Yang Jianyi were thirteen people, with solemn faces, holding the urn in their hands, and placed the urn in the dug burial pit.

"Buried!"

Subsequently, the soldiers who had already prepared stepped forward neatly, lined up in a line, came to the edge of the burial pit, bent down and grabbed the soil, still in the pit, and saw off their comrades with their own hands!

The people who watched this scene shed tears one after another.

"The duty of a soldier is to defend the country, expel and kill the invaders, and if you die on the battlefield, you will die as you deserve! Brothers, go all the way! ”

"Sacrifice!"

Fifteen minutes later, the warriors erected the wolf grave with their own hands.

Lei Zhan announced the beginning of the memorial service.

Subsequently, Yang Jian and Yang Sheng Thirteen Taibao led the soldiers to open the blood cloth bags behind the team, and suddenly, the head of the little devil rolled out of the cloth bag and rolled to the tomb of the wolf.

The eyes on these skulls seem to be repenting at this moment.

The people who saw these heads suddenly burst into strong hatred in their eyes, they hated, hated the little devils for destroying their homes and killing their compatriots, they longed for the island country to sink and the little devils to perish!

"Comrades, put up all the heads of the little devils, arrange them into three skull towers, and replace the incense of the sacrifice with the heads of the little devils."

The sound of thunder war sounded, and the warriors stepped forward one after another, arranging the little devil's head into a tower of three heads.

"Take off our clothes, soaked in the blood of little devils, and set them on fire on top of the Tower of Skulls."

Looking at the set up tower of skulls, Lei Zhan said, took off the bloody clothes on his body, and was still on top of the tower of skulls.

The warriors took off their clothes soaked in the blood of devils one after another, and they were still on top of the Tower of Heads.

"With the head of the devil as the guide, the bloody clothes as the salary, the flame that burns, for the soul of our comrades-in-arms, lights up the light of the guiding road, welcomes the spirit of war, and goes home!"

Lei Zhan took the three torches that had just been lit in the hands of the three people on the side, and at the same time they were still on the tower of the skull, and in an instant, the crackling fire rose and burned.

The burning devil's head, the beating blood flame, is repenting for the sacrificed comrades!

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