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The afterglow of the setting sun cast on the walls of the wasteland, and the withered yellow sky was as gloomy as the face of every soldier.

On the high flagpole, the red police flag fluttered in the breeze, and under the flagpole, in front of a tall stone monument, on a row of high wooden stairs, rows of bloody helmets, rifles, and photos full of youthful smiles were neatly placed.

Nearly 200 mobilized soldiers walked slowly and neatly and slowly, all with a white paper flower pinned to their solemn regular clothes, and holding a white ceramic jar in both hands, on which a one-inch color bareheaded photo was pasted.

The solemn face seems to be sad and joyless, but in the depths of his eyes, there is a lingering sadness.

On the flat square in front of the flag, thousands of soldiers in regular clothes lined up quietly, and the white paper flowers on their chests added a bit of sadness.

At the front of the queue, Elleyesel and Natasha were also dressed in regular uniforms, one lieutenant general and one general.

A little ahead, Cai Ruichen also rarely wore a set of regular clothes, which did not have a military rank, but on the sleeves and neckline, there was an extra gold wire to embellish.

Behind him, Clark and Ralph, all dressed in black suits, black sunglasses, and chest positions in suits, like everyone present, all pinned to a white paper flower.

The general, quietly squatting at Cai Ruichen's feet, lowered his head, and whimpered from time to time.

On both sides of the wooden staircase, neat plastic wreaths are placed, and the eulogy runs vertically down the sides of the wreath.

It's just that God is not beautiful. The rain came suddenly. But under the flagpole. But no one moved.

The rain washed over the dry land and drenched everyone present.

With the positive steps of the rain, throwing the beads of water like pearl necklaces, the footsteps are still sonorous.

One ashes, one position, two hundred soldiers stood in front of the blood-stained helmets and weapons in turn, and the drops of water that ran down the corners of their mouths did not know whether they were tears or falling rain. Somewhat salty.

"Turn right!"

"All of them, salute, see off their comrades."

Passionate orders came from the side.

The two hundred soldiers turned to the right in unison, and solemnly placed the urn that they held tightly in their hands next to their helmets.

Two hundred helmets, two hundred rifles, two hundred urns, representing two hundred warriors who have since left this world.

Even, the urns of some soldiers are actually just ashes of clothes worn before death.

Under the flagpole. On a stone-carved monument, two hundred warrior identity plates are neatly hung on it. Even rain can't wash away the blood stains on it.

The mournful music sounded and became a lament to bid farewell to his comrades-in-arms, entrusting every soldier's thoughts of his former comrades-in-arms to drift into the distance.

On the surrounding walls in the distance, the soldiers who were standing guard shed tears the moment they heard the music.

Like everyone in the square, no one will laugh at their tears, because this is the real man, not a bunch of killing machines.

Cai Ruichen is no exception, looking at the rows of urns coming down one after another, the young smiles are all faces he is very familiar with.

It's just two thousand soldiers, who eat and drink together almost all day long, Cai Ruichen is familiar with the appearance of each of their soldiers, and can immediately call out the name of each of them.

It's just that from now on, I won't see these smiling faces anymore, and I won't see the picture of them sweating on the training ground.

Only those precious memories retain traces of the existence of these people.

The sad music ended, but the rain poured up, Cai Ruichen took a few steps forward and stood closer to look at these blurred photos in the rain.

"You are all my soldiers, it is my pride, now even God is crying for you, you are worthy of the honor of your soldiers, you are worthy of your military uniform, it is your sacrifice that has brought us another victory."

The three consecutive bows were all caused by Cai Ruichen's feelings, but the tears in the corners of his eyes still flowed out uncontrollably.

He didn't turn to face the soldiers behind him, because he didn't like the people below and saw the tears in the corners of his eyes.

It's just that at this time, there is no one who does not shed tears, although the rain makes the tears disappear, but the red corners of the eyes are the best proof.

The general stood up and walked in front of Cai Ruichen, his propped upper body supported his body, and his big head rubbed against his chest.

Nearby, another group of soldiers came over, this time all holding a collar with a clear number on it.

The relics of sixty-eight military dogs were also placed on the wooden ladder, and on the left, rows of military dogs squatted in the heavy rain, all of them drooping their heads.

Touching the general's head, the general obediently returned to the ground, Cai Ruichen turned around, faced thousands of soldiers, and saluted.

"The comrades-in-arms who are like brothers are gone, but the new life continues, the sun will still rise tomorrow, let grief be our most tenacious motivation, and build a peaceful future."

"Dedication to honor, no regrets......

"Dedication to honor, no regrets......

Listening to the strong belief formed by the roars of thousands of people, Cai Ruichen clearly felt the emotions of everyone present.

"Raise your gun and see off your comrades."

Thousands of warriors raised their rifles at their feet at the same time, and under the gunmanship, the rifles danced neatly in their hands, pulling the bolt and pulling the trigger.

Three times in a row, three times neat gunshots, as the last farewell to their comrades-in-arms, may they go all the way.

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In the distance, Niu Daheng and the others watched this scene quietly, and the solemn ceremony made each of them dare not speak indiscriminately.

Only then did they know that the young man was the supreme ruler of the place.

And it was this man who actually recovered a county town, and as for the two hundred soldiers who died, in Niu Daheng's opinion, it was also a pity.

But it is a miracle to be able to successfully recover a county town with nearly 200,000 mutants with a loss of 200 people.

The most important thing is that seeing the true feelings of everyone here for those fallen soldiers touched Niu Daheng's heart of honor as a soldier.

Wouldn't it be the best place for a warrior to have such a group and spirit, and where else can you see this in today's world?

There are just ugly faces and dirty deals, the question of survival dominates everything, where is the so-called sense of honor?

Even Niu Daheng himself, who struggled in the wasteland for more than a year, almost forgot his belief as a soldier, and only thought about how to live well.

At this moment, his nerves were also deeply touched. (To be continued......)