The scenery in front of them fascinated everyone, and even gave birth to a feeling of reluctance to leave.

The beauty created by nature is far beyond human imagination, because it is constantly changing every moment, and every second is full of anticipation.

It was not early, and everyone was reluctant to leave, and at this moment, Wang Jun opened the backpack that he had been carrying behind him.

The backpack was large and heavy, and it made a "bang" sound when it fell to the ground.

Wang Jun's health was not good, and the injuries he had suffered in the past had overdrawn his potential, and the originally strong man was now almost unable to carry his shoulders and hands.

When going up the mountain, everyone was admiring the surrounding scenery, and no one noticed that Wang Jun had been carrying this heavy backpack and climbing up step by step.

Even though he was so tired that his face was pale and his hands and feet were a little trembling, he didn't say a word and didn't ask anyone to help.

Although fate can destroy his steely body, it can't destroy his will stronger than steel, and even if he is crushed, he has never bowed his head to fate.

When the rescue team sent the seriously injured and dying Wang Jun to the medical warehouse, no one thought that he would survive, but Wang Jun stubbornly survived.

Everyone thought that he would be completely useless if he lost his physical strength, but Wang Jun used the time of the bar break to repeatedly temper his body, knowing that he still maintained a body of muscles.

When everyone was pitying this former hero who had lost all his glory and glory, he chose Mu Chen as his apprentice and taught him his skills without reservation, as the inheritance and continuation of honor.

For so many years, Wang Jun has never bowed his head to anyone or anything, how can a small mountain stop the footsteps of this iron-willed man?

Everyone in his companion looked at him in silence, and the indomitable will of this man was more dazzling and shocking than the scenery in the distance.

Rejecting Mu Chen's help, Wang Jun took out the contents of his backpack. Some wine, meat, fruit, and a few packs of good cigarettes and a bottle of spirits.

Wang Jun carefully placed these things in front of him, the shape of the fruit was not very regular, and it was always rolling around.

The grumpy man patiently rearranged the fruit again and again, forming a hill.

Although it looks a little funny, like a gorilla squatting on the ground and arranging blocks, even Mu Yue, who likes to laugh the most, can't laugh at the moment, and tries to make a solemn appearance.

This is a tribute to the heroes who fought side by side with the royal army.

Mu Chen remembers a conversation with Wang Jun before, and he said that Wang Jun was the only person in his mind who could be called a hero.

But Wang Jun shook his head and said with a smile, compared to those comrades-in-arms who could never come back, he was nothing. And the real heroes, thousands, are everywhere......

Mu Chen couldn't understand it before, but now he finally has a trace of understanding in his heart: the general dies in a hundred battles, and the strong man returns in ten years.

Those soldiers who have fought on different battlefields deserve the highest respect, and they have fought for it not only for the honor they have gained, but for the interests and peace of all mankind.

"There are no great wars, but there are great warriors." This sentence suddenly appeared in Mu Chen's heart.

There is no justice in war, the winning side is always just, take the Second World War on the earth, for example, if the German army won the final victory, then they will also claim to be the righteous side.

If the American War of Independence was ultimately won by the British, then the colonists could also claim to have won a great victory. So there is no greatness on both sides of the war, greatness always belongs to the winning side.

However, the warriors on the battlefield are different, and the warriors are called great in their obedience to orders, and no matter what position the fighters stand on both sides of the battle, those who defend their positions with their lives are called great.

Taking World War II Germany as an example, after the defeat of Germany, it also admitted the mistakes of this war, but the German Wehrmacht in the early stage of the war was still recognized by countries around the world.

They had high military qualities and a strong sense of honor, and unlike the SS and the Japanese invaders, who used vicious methods and slaughtered innocents, they attached importance to honor and fought bravely.

Without such determined fighters, Germany would not have been able to achieve such results in World War II, so much so that the whole world formed an anti-fascist coalition to defeat it with great difficulty.

It is true that we can spurn the positions and camps of these fighters, but their strong will and fighting qualities can still be called great.

Mu Chen, who had been thinking about it for a while, was also a little touched in his heart, compared with those real soldiers, he was really much worse.

Military literacy can be slowly trained in the future, but he has never been able to learn the spirit of endless life and continuous fighting.

In the face of danger, a soldier like Wang Jun can rush forward without hesitation, but with the current Mu Chen, it is estimated that he would have quietly hid a long time ago.

Mu Chen has always had an attitude of admiration for what he can't do, whether it is the People's Liberation Army when he hears the horn of the charge, he rushes forward against the enemy's artillery fire without hesitation.

It was still the Wang army in front of him, fighting until the last moment in a desperate situation, and this will to fight made Mu Chen's admiration fall to the ground.

And the affection between Wang Jun and his comrades-in-arms also deeply touched Mu Chen, this is the real life and death together, never give up.

Wang Jun in the distance carefully arranged the tribute, and took out a thick pile of paper money from his backpack, each of which was stacked into the appearance of ingots, seeing Mo Ziqing's surprised expression, Mu Chen knew that these ingots were all folded by Wang Jun himself.

It's hard to imagine what it looks like for a rough old man like Wang Jun to carefully fold ingots with fingers as thick as a rolling pin, and he always feels very happy, but Mu Chen and the others are in awe.

Wang Jun lit the ingots made of yellow paper and smoked silently, one after another.

When Mu Chen used to follow his parents to visit the grave, he always watched others muttering a few words in front of the cemetery, talking about what had happened recently, praying for blessings and so on.

But Wang Jun didn't say a word, maybe he and those comrades-in-arms had already had a heart-to-heart.

The ingots burned vigorously, and Wang Jun threw the whole packet of cigarettes into the flames, opened the liquor that had been set aside, poured it violently, and spilled the wine on the ground.

The alcohol concentration of the liquor is very high, and the volatilized alcohol is ignited by the flames and burns wantonly.

Wang Jun stood motionless on the top of the mountain, quietly looking at the flames in front of him, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, and a trace of remembrance in his eyes.

After a long time, the flames gradually went out, and a gust of wind blew from the mountain, rolling the ashes on the ground into the air and flying farther and farther.

Wang Jun grabbed a handful of soil on the ground, carefully put it into the prepared wooden box, gently patted the wooden box in his arms, and said: "Brothers, follow me home......"