Those whose hair was scorched by fire, whose helmets still had arrows tied to them, and whose hands were burned by the barrels of their guns in a panic, were all cheering with their weapons in their hands. Their eyes changed from disbelief to ecstasy, and from ecstasy to pride. A group of local peasants and ruffians repelled a monster attack on their own and weapons that didn't require magic!

The slightly raised front end of the trench was the last deadly barbed wire. Perhaps the large golems could easily trample them with their steel-clad feet, but the soldiers and melee mages had to take on the hurdles as Liu Xiang - otherwise their leather armor and clothing would only hang the wearer on it and turn them into live targets. The situation on the battlefield turned in an instant. From the moment the large magic golem was pierced through its shield and body, and no longer stood on the front line, the second wave of the Northern Route Army's attack was a complete failure. No longer stressed, front-line infantry threw fire on small magic golems, melee mages and ordinary soldiers.

Suddenly deprived of the pain and incomparably hard puppet support, the remaining soldiers could not withstand the accumulation of shots with their bodies and thin magical shields. Under the command of the squad leader, each squad is able to fire at the most threatening targets. In the chaos of the battlefield, the tracer bullets fired accurately from the machine guns were clearer than all words.

Amid the cheers, dark red blood flowed from the arteries of a melee mage's arm. His wand was also pierced by bullets through the magic shield, and continued to break it with precision, the force of which nearly broke the bones of his hand. In the next frame, the trailing bullets that followed by hundreds of companions embedded in his arm bones, and another layer of fragments behind the bone marrow completely severed his blood vessels. The smoke of the second charge gradually dissipated, and the smell of the battlefield was even more disgusting than the first. Hygienists sprayed disinfectant in the trenches and in front of the trenches, and used flamethrowers to burn the bodies close to the trenches.

"Brothers of the second and third companies, hard work!" The 4th and 5th Companies of the 1st Battalion of the 2nd Infantry Regiment who came to change hands saluted in line with their faces covered with gunpowder smoke or their comrades-in-arms who were slightly injured but could not hide their ecstasy. The 2nd and 3rd companies will return to the battalion headquarters to change their clothing and eat and recuperate. They must hold out here until sunrise tomorrow morning, when the 2nd Battalion will take their place. Until then, if the situation is not urgent, they can use wheel warfare to keep the morale and spirit of their soldiers high. If the situation is urgent...... Then I'm afraid that the battalion commander will also have to carry a machine gun to the front line.

It's just that the first wave of the enemy's charge returned in vain, and even the faces of the soldiers in the trenches were not clearly seen. The second wave of the charge finally gave a glimpse of the doorway, and the bow and arrow blessed with wind magic hit a rifleman in the face, killing him instantly. Another case of death was accurately hit by the fireball technique, and the severe burns were carried by the hygienist to the field hospital, and he was pronounced dead.

Hit in the face was Private Deeio, a third-term cadet recruited from the ranks of the workers of the new district. Severely burned and died of severe burns, the machine-gun co-shooter of the second and third platoons, Temizeken, who belonged to the temporary conscription of volunteers. The former is a father of three children, and the latter is a young man who is close to twenty-one years old and his parents are still alive.

The company commander, a post-90s generation, looked at the remains of the two soldiers after being slightly decorated, and couldn't help but think of the tragic situation in the Laoshan crematorium described by his father and the literature. For a while, I couldn't stop the tears......

While saluting and paying a moment of silence, the battalion headquarters called.

Helicopter! The company commander couldn't help but be taken aback. It seems that the above is hoping to bring the martyrs back in their entirety - not the ashes, let alone the burial in place.

The families of the new district obviously can't accept the devastating fact that a box of ashes is the one who can talk, laugh and still have the heat when he goes out.

A puff of white smoke rose from the iron box, which was dry ice used as a coolant. In order to preserve the body in the current humid environment, and there is no freezer, you have to rely on dry ice.

The lid of the iron coffin was slowly closed, and the floor and lid were covered with canvas and sheets and quilts of the two warriors. The bed, which once kept them warm through the cold winter, now keeps the heating out, protecting every trace of cold in the iron box.

A handful of five or six halves that were still stained with dark red facial coagulation, after being unloaded with bullets and a bridge clip, the soldier's military cap, a quilt printed with "Elta's third phase of cadet graduation commemoration", and the watch that was also a souvenir pressed on the army-green quilt. Next to him was the same helmet on the quilt of the sub-machine gun shooter, a concise Ehan dictionary, an introduction to mathematics, a machine gun chain and a wrench that the plumber had always loved.

They could have had many possibilities, but the war stopped them. The new district could have dispatched fighter-bombers to turn all the 500,000 people into a marker of victory on the cockpit side, but without experiencing sacrifice and victory of its own, how could a nation that was all arranged by its parents grow?

The two piles of quilts could be seen in the groaning wounded in the infirmary, the lightly wounded were plastered with scalding ointment, the arrows and debris were swept away, the antibiotics were given for a few hours to sleep soundly, the new uniforms were put up, the guns were picked up and the soldiers could return to the battlefield, and the seriously wounded could still be wrapped in bandages to help their comrades - but the dead comrades would never return.

The red cross-painted Zhibai slowly blew up the dust from the landing field, and the two escort planes next to him also lowered the cannons that should have been raised at this time.

"Shoot!" The battalion guards stood in line on both sides of the road, firing empty cartridges in a neat manner. The iron coffin was carried by four people and carried to the cabin. The slight panting of the comrades carrying the coffin and the silent sobs of the comrades in the same class of the guards were completely covered by the sound of the rotor chopping wind. The wind blew away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and a sad look.

After a brief period of formalities, the helicopter quickly departed in a southwesterly direction. "I really don't want them to do this again......" The battalion commander muttered to himself, putting away his pen.

Compared with the two killed here, the Northern Route Army lost nearly 3,000 soldiers and horses after two charges. Most of the people who can escape back are still magicians, and there are not ten who can really rush into the fire net and pick up a life. Had it not been for the rapid arrival of the Chinese army, which was marching rapidly, the forward army would have been almost unmanned. At this time, if the two companies of the new army had changed hands had launched a counter-charge, the rout of the entire forward army would crush the unfinished march in the valley.

"Three thousand dead and wounded...... There are no bones left...... "The emaciated General Yurde stroked his beard. "Isn't there anyone willing to collect the bones of the mighty?"

"The enemy's magic is too powerful, and our troops who enter that range will be hit by magic......"

"And what about the big magic golems? I think there were a few of them in the Vanguard. ”

"Yes, yes...... We had just approached the enemy lines, and we had knocked down a number of enemy mages. But the soil in front of the battle was too soft, and the magic golem couldn't keep moving fast. The fire-based magic emitted by the enemy's large staff actually penetrated our magic golems and armor...... The vanguard army will not be able to make another charge, General. ”

"We've got to get out of the valley by tomorrow." Yourd's face changed suddenly. "Lord Rucha is anxious for us to make a quick drive through the northern gate of Doniva and seize the stronghold to facilitate his march into the Shield City. But now we haven't even kicked the door. ”

"The subordinates are incompetent......" The commander of the forward unit immediately fell to his knees. This sentence was very damning, and Yourd quietly put the pot handed by Lucha on the heads of the forward troops, and the button was silent but extremely accurate.

"Get up, I'll entrust you with all the ironclad magic puppets of the Northern Route Army." Yourd's contribution is naturally conditional, "Please also take the lead in the charge tonight, if you can't get the way out of the valley, you can-" Speaking of this, Youer made a gesture of self-slaughter, "You can judge yourself." ”

"I understand...... "The forward commander, who was already covered in cold sweat and sticking to his leather armor, quickly got up and saluted, and left the air-conditioned room of the camp.

"Excuse me, it's Deeou. Beziz's home? As the helicopter cut through the air, several men in black suits knocked on the door of a family dormitory.

"Yes, you are ......" The housewife turned her back to the two children who were still noisy, and her expression quickly changed from dazed to shocked. Soon covered his mouth to hide the sobbing.

Huang Yuan, who was in the lead, nodded slightly. "His remains will be returned soon, and we will prepare a memorial service for him later......"

With a thud, the housewife, who had lost her support, fell to the ground with a thud.

"Ma Ma ......" was not playing, and the eldest son, who had already started a literacy class, was the first to notice the abnormality. What's wrong with you...... Ma Ma ......"

"You gangsters! Didn't you make you cry numbly! Shaking her mother a few times, but she was still crying, the slightly immature Latuult stood up and began to accuse Huang Yuan.

"They're good people...... It's none of their business......" Deio's wife barely held back her crying and tugged at the corner of her son's coat. "Ma Ma ......" The eldest son also seemed to understand something, and his face gradually became gloomy.

“…… Then if it's okay, please be sure to wear this outfit at night to the memorial service to see the hero for the last time......," Huang Yuan said, and the person behind him took out a transparent package from his bag, which contained a black mourning dress.

Huang Yuan and the other indigenous clerks sighed as they walked on the heavy way home. This family is already much better than the old couple and wife just now. The middle-aged woman fainted on the spot, and everyone had to sigh and help her into the ambulance. Although the new district offers generous conditions for the bereavement of martyrs, the one-time pension alone reaches 5,000 yuan - other livelihood guarantees are paid on a monthly basis, and the martyrs' families also receive special care for community services, discounts in shops and targeted monthly food subsidies...... It can be said that the three children do not have to worry about education and employment in the future, and the elderly can retire with peace of mind, hoping that they can gradually forget the pain of losing their loved ones in comfort.