"Mr. Yang, one of the empire's reconnaissance airships lost news during a mission."

"Got it, do everything possible to search and rescue".

Yang Jian took off his sunglasses and looked at the morning glow in the sky.

The morning glow at this moment is gorgeous and colorful, like youth, beautiful but easy to pass away.

Is life really so fragile, Yang Jian sighed.

But I have no choice but to move forward.

Since God has reborn me in the world of the dungeon, I can only work hard and write my own legend in this world.

Yang Jian clenched his fists, put on his sunglasses, and straightened his collar.

Even if it's like a meteor for a moment, let people remember how brilliant it once was!

"Mr. Yang, our search and rescue team found the wreckage of the airship in a jungle."

"Prepare the carriage and rush to the scene immediately".

The night soon spread, and the stars shone brightly in the night sky.

The convoy's torches lit the jungle red.

Yang Jian, who was sitting in the carriage, listened to the sound of horses' hooves and looked at the occasional meteor in the night sky.

He had a vague feeling that he might find something this time.

The convoy quickly reached its destination.

"Mr. Yang, in this accident, a corporal died."

Yang Jian's heart moved, and he stepped out of the carriage.

People with torches surrounded the wreckage, and Yang Jian walked forward.

An atmosphere of sadness pervaded everywhere.

I saw the body of a soldier placed sideways on the ground.

His head was down, his body curled up tightly in a ball, and a thin layer of frost formed on his stiff body.

The clasped hands seemed to be holding his beloved object in his arms.

The eyes are wide open, and the pupils are constricted, as if they have been strongly stimulated before their death.

Yang Jian was in a heavy mood, and the people at the scene lowered their heads and grieved for this unfortunate soldier.

He must have been scared when he died.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Jian approached the soldier's body and wanted to reach out and close his eyes for the poor man.

Yang Jian stared into the soldier's eyes and said his final goodbye.

At that moment, he followed the direction of his eyes and saw a faint light emanating from the soldier's arms.

Something, Yang Jian chuckled in his heart.

Then, he stood up as if nothing had happened.

"Pass my command, everyone assemble 100 meters away, ready to evacuate at any time."

The people left in an orderly manner.

Yang Jian saw the torch disappear at the end of the jungle, and he turned around, his eyes becoming anxious and sad.

Bending heavily, he gently lifted the soldier's head with one hand and surveyed his young face.

The other hand reached into his tightly clutched pocket, groping for it.

The tears on his face could no longer be stopped, rushing down and hitting the lifeless body of the soldier.

Yang Jian's hands trembled, and he put the things he got into his pocket.

He hugged the soldier's body tightly with both hands, his face pressed against his lifeless face, as if he were holding his own brother.

In his previous life, he was the cutest person like that.

They are all ordinary people, and in the face of death, they have no cowardice in their hearts.

But there is always something more important than life, which is worth guarding yourself.

Yang Jian stroked the soldier's eyes, gently lowered his body, and then stood up without hesitation, time did not allow him to stay longer.

He solemnly gave a military salute and paid his last respects to the soldier.

The night was hazy, and Yang Jian's figure gradually disappeared into the jungle.

Sitting back in the carriage again, Yang Jian felt the weight on his shoulders.

"Give me a good burial of this soldier".

"Contact Her Majesty the Queen!".