Out of the hatch, Mu Chen was able to look back at the towering space elevator behind him. Every time I look at it, I feel very grandiose, just like Sun Wukong's golden hoop stick, the kind that is put to the largest, it is really a domineering leakage that stands up to the sky.

The whole elevator is a cylinder, with a diameter of more than 500 meters, and the height is not visible to the naked eye.

The space elevator is divided into two parts: a freight elevator and a manned elevator, and the staff not far away are busy unloading the cargo that has descended from the cargo cabin above the sky city, and preparing to load the goods that the sky city needs into the freight elevator, and wait until the next docking to send the goods up.

Mu Chen was truly amazed by the creative ability of human beings, and he really didn't know how many people's efforts would have taken to build this space elevator.

"Okay, don't pay attention here, hurry up and get on the bus, otherwise there will be no seats for a while." Laura urged Mu Chen, who was looking up at the space elevator, to stop wasting time here.

"I'm from the countryside, and I've never seen this new thing." Mu Chen said with a hippie smile.

"Don't be stinking and poor, I'll attend the funeral right away, you give me a serious face!"

"Okay!" Mu Chen hurriedly straightened his face and tried to make an extremely serious appearance.

Laura simply has no temper with this guy, it's all because she is too familiar with him, no matter how Mu Chen behaves, she has a feeling of wanting to laugh.

Boarding the car with the team, the car started as soon as he sat down, the driver was estimated to be a pilot, and the speed was very fast, and he arrived at the martyr's cemetery after a while.

Almost all the personnel on the Giant Whale arrived, just to see off their former comrades on their last journey.

Most of these people are civilians, and they are not familiar with the combatants, and many of them have not even seen them at all, but this does not mean that they are not grateful in their hearts. After all, those fighters were sacrificed to protect the lives of everyone on the Whale.

The families of the martyrs also travelled from all over the world to attend the funerals of their loved ones. Mu Chen didn't know how they felt when they received the news, but he secretly vowed that he would try not to let his parents and sister also receive the news of his death one day in the future.

Seeing these family members crying bitterly, everyone's hearts are uncomfortable, no matter how nice they say it, no matter how much they make up for it, they can't get back their dearest family members in the past.

The funeral was very solemn, and the relevant departments of each country sent personnel to attend, and all parties attached great importance to this funeral.

The specifications are also very high, and the coffins of each martyr are covered with their national flag and the flag of the Earth Federation.

The flag of the Earth Federation is a blue earth pattern with a white dove landing on the scales. The balance means the fairness and justice of the interests and status of the countries, and the white dove represents the principle of the Earth Federation for the peaceful exploration and development of space resources.

Mu Chen took off his hat to send flowers and blessings to the 386 martyrs, accompanied by the prayers of the pastor, and watched them be buried.

There was also a gun salute on the side, Mu Chen didn't remember how many times the gun was fired, only that the gun rang out for a long, long time.

Subsequently, Mu Chen talked with the families of the 21 martyrs of the flying brigade one by one, and comforted them softly, although Mu Chen himself knew that these words were very weak, but he still hoped to comfort them somewhat.

The atmosphere of the funeral was very heavy, and everyone's hearts were uncomfortable, even people like Mu Chen, who had a relatively wide heart, did not have the usual mood.

Those comrades-in-arms never came back, never saw their favorite family and friends again, and left forever.

Mu Chen picked up a little girl who was less than three years old, the child of a comrade-in-arms who had died in the flying brigade.

"Uncle, are you a friend of my daddy?" The little girl obviously didn't understand the meaning of the funeral, and asked with some curiosity.

"yes, I'm your daddy's best friend."

"Then why didn't my daddy come back with you? I miss him, he promised to take me to Disney as soon as I get back. The little girl said with some disappointment.

"Your dad has something to do, why don't you take your uncle to Disney?" Mu Chen felt a trembling in his heart, and he didn't know how to comfort this ignorant girl, so he could only try to do something for his sacrificed comrades.

"No, I'm going to wait for Daddy to come back, this is what I promised him, I can't keep my word." The little girl shook her head, but said in a firm tone.

"......" Mu Chen was dumbfounded, he really didn't know what to say, maybe he should tell her the truth and let her stop looking forward to it, but Mu Chen couldn't say that sentence anyway.

The girl's mother was already crying with tears streaming down her face, covering her mouth and trying to control the sound of her crying, just bowing to the people around her to express her gratitude.

The war is the most unfair thing for the families of these sacrificed comrades, they just hope that their families can come back safely, and those honors and pensions are worthless compared to their families.

Mu Chen patted the little girl's head, said a few words of comfort to the girl's mother, then turned around and walked to the door, and said to a teammate who was smoking at the door:

"Trouble for a cigarette ......"

His comrade-in-arms took out a cigarette and lit it for him.

"Haven't you ever smoked?"

"Ahem, I feel uncomfortable, smoke a cigarette and try to see if I can get better." Mu Chen choked on the smoke and said after a pause.

"It's useless, although the moment of smoking will be better, but the heart will not be much better, after all, they can't come back."

"Yes......" Mu Chen sighed, looking at the somewhat gloomy sky and was silent.

"It's going to rain, and it's not often that it rains here in Miami."

"I love rainy days, cool!" Mu Chen extinguished the cigarette and returned to the funeral home.

Since smoking is useless, let's continue honestly, so many widows and children of comrades-in-arms are waiting for them, which all need Mu Chen to comfort him, at least to say hello.

Some family members will ask about some things in front of their comrades, such as how they behave in battle and how they usually work.

Mu Chen tried his best to answer every question, even if he was not very familiar with them, after all, he had just entered the flying team, but even if he racked his brains, he had to try his best to tell his family members about the usual performance of his teammates, and these words might become their sustenance and remembrance in the future.

The funeral lasted for a whole day, and when it was over, Mu Chen felt that his voice was hoarse.

The teammates of the flying group met and came to the bar, and there was no yesterday's excitement, but one person ordered a glass of wine and drank quietly, no one wanted to talk, and no one knew what to say.

"To my comrades-in-arms!" Joseph said, raising his glass.

"To my comrades-in-arms!" The crowd toasted in agreement.

A glass of spirits in your stomach, bury all your sorrows in your heart, and tomorrow the sun will rise as usual, and life will go on as usual......