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The land was blood-red, like a battlefield soaked in blood.

"Everyone move quickly, go on slowly, we won't be able to return to the Fortress of Sit for two more days."

A one-armed soldier about thirty years old stood on a large rock on the edge of the mountain forest and shouted loudly to the forest.

He was a survivor of the blockade of the Sit Bridge, and the current highest military commander of this unit, the deputy company commander of the 3rd Company of the 1st Regiment and 1st Battalion of the 2nd Iron Division. He was now leading a team of forty-two, and his task was to bring them back to the fortress of Sith safely.

The soldiers held each other and walked slowly out of the mountain forest. Of the forty-two men, almost half were wounded, and their wounds were inflicted by the explosion of the Loves during the battle.

The brutality of war goes beyond people's perception of war.

Officers and soldiers who were wounded under the attack of the Blood Skull were not eligible to be wounded. Because anyone who is poisoned by blood will quickly turn into a monster, a death order from the divisional staff officer Charlotte was transmitted to everyone in this unit through officers at all levels before the battle began: poisoned officers and soldiers, either go on the road with the enemy, or ask their comrades to give themselves a magic gun bullet.

No one wants to end the lives of their comrades-in-arms who get along day and night with their own hands, and no one wants to die at the guns of their comrades-in-arms, so that their comrades-in-arms will bear the guilt of a lifetime. Most of the wounded chose to die bravely in the battle, and some of those who survived the battle ended with it. After saying goodbye to Isis and the others, he quietly left the team.

In order to avoid the Blood God Cult army, Isis did not dare to return along the same path as he led his troops to retreat. They plunged headlong into the mountains on the banks of the Pecos River, and it took them two full days to get out of the mountains.

These two days and days are as long as two years for this group of soldiers who have survived the catastrophe. Walking in the deep mountains and dense forests is like wandering in a nightmare that you can't wake up from. The battle of the Site Bridge not only swallowed the lives of many officers and soldiers, but also made this group of living people lose their way forward.

In the mountains, he relied on the ability to survive in the wild. They found enough food and water, and each soldier was in decent physical condition.

But when it comes to getting out of the mountains. On their bodies, there is no longer a shadow of the high-spirited Black Eagle Legion soldiers.

Sadness. It is a force that soldiers can turn into a heroic motive force on the battlefield, but after the battle, it becomes a breeding ground for despair. This army is shrouded in a dark cloud, and everyone has a wound in their hearts that cannot be healed. It was bleeding non-stop.

A lone bird flew in the sky, making a desolate chirp.

Is that a late bird that can't find its way home?

Isis looked up at the sky and let out a heavy sigh.

He felt that this group of soldiers was lost. The fortress of Sit is not far away. He will surely be able to carry them back alive.

But so what?

Their dreams have been completely shattered by this battle, and their center of the earth has been left forever on the banks of the Sit

They were not defeated by the enemy, but after the battle, they collapsed themselves

Even in the days to come, they will still be soldiers, but they will not find a way to live bravely and fight.

Isis did not reproach them. He knows it. If it weren't for the fact that the chief of staff put a heavy burden on his shoulders before he died. After going through this battle, he will also fall to the ground.

Military personnel live under a sky far from the bustling world. The troops and their comrades have built a world that belongs to men. And their world was completely taken away by a long war.

A deep sense of powerlessness arose in Is's heart.

"Let go of me, Lao Tzu won't go"

"Don't let go"

"If you want to go back, let's go back together"

At the edge of the forest, there was a quarrel, and several soldiers walking at the end of the line argued.

The people in front of them looked back one after another. Isis hurried over.

"Fuck off"

A pale veteran pushed a recruit away from him. Losing his center of gravity, he fell to the ground.

"I'm like this, I don't want to go back and be embarrassed," the veteran struggled to sit up from the ground, looked at his legs, and yelled at the recruit.

The leg was tightly bandaged, and the bandage was soaked with blood.

"Deputy squad, hold on, I'll carry you back"

The recruit ran up to him again, reaching out to help him up.

"I'm tired, this place has a good view, I'll rest here, no one cares about me" The veteran pushed him away and simply lay on the ground.

In the past two days, the condition of the wound has deteriorated, and the constant march has been a cruel torture for him, and he has passed out in pain twice. When the troops finally walked out of the mountain, his spirit suddenly relaxed, and he felt that he could no longer hold on.

"We're all dead, we've lost so badly, I'll go and be a companion for everyone" The veteran knew that he had suffered a lot of blood loss and couldn't delay it for long, so he decided not to take care of his recruits anymore. He chose to wait quietly here for death.

"Sergeant Saul Ackwright, are you going to be a deserter?" Iss walked up to him and asked sharply.

"No, sir, my leg is broken, and the blood is running out, I just want to rest for the last time," the veteran slowly sat up and pointed to his leg under Is's gaze.

Iss crouched down and carefully examined his legs.

"The wound seemed to be suppurating. ”

"Yes, I've fainted a few times. Sir, don't torture me, you can take everyone away," the veteran pleaded.

"Sergeant, you can still pick it up if you have a broken leg. However, if the spirit collapses. People are really finished," Isis said coldly.

"I ......" the veteran seemed to want to say something, but finally lowered his head under the gaze of Isdi.

"The squad deputy, the squad leader is gone, the brothers are gone. There are only two of us in our class, can you bear to leave me behind?" The recruit tugged at the veteran's arm and whimpered.

These days, whenever he thinks of the dead squad leader, he secretly sheds tears. He only became a soldier of the Black Hawk Iron Second Division this year, during the recruit training. He was tortured to death by the squad leader, so much so that he kept secretly calling him a "pervert". But he didn't expect that it was this "pervert". When a blood skeleton rushed towards him, it stood in front of him without hesitation. He survived. But the squad leader was torn to shreds by the blood skull.

Recruits are the future of a force.

In the process of their growth, they will always be ruthlessly "abused" by veterans, but on the battlefield, those veterans who are eager to peel off their skins take care of them with their lives.

"Sergeant, you're lucky. Because you still have a pawn. Isis looked at the helpless recruits and said in a deep voice, "He still needs you"

"Sir, don't push me," the veteran sighed under his breath, "when those monsters slaughtered my comrades. I've already died once. I don't want to live and be killed by them again."

"Sergeant, tell me your unit, position?"

"Report to the chief, I am the deputy squad leader of the third squad of the third company of the second battalion of the first regiment," the veteran habitually puffed up his chest and replied loudly.

"Be louder"

"Report to the chief, I am the deputy squad leader of the third squad of the third company of the second battalion of the first regiment" The voice became a little louder.

"Sergeant Saul Akwright, if anyone had told me that the Black Hawk Legion soldiers were wounded and couldn't move forward. I'd think he's telling a joke if you want to be the first deserter in the history of the Black Hawk Army's Iron Second Division. I agree with you to stay."

After speaking, Iss looked at him quietly. Waiting for him to make a choice.

"Get up, the deputy commander of the squad said that Black Hawk is a collective that never abandons or gives up" The recruit shed tears and hugged the veteran's shoulder, trying to drag him up.

The veteran's eyes moistened as he looked at the recruit.

The recruit's words made Is's body tremble.

Then, his eyes lit up.

Ignoring the veteran, he turned and strode to the front of the group.

"Lift your heads up for me," he roared loudly, looking at the soldiers who were pulling their heads like eggplants beaten by frost, "Hold out your chest like a man, we didn't lose the battle"

The soldiers raised their heads and looked at him blankly.

Grief has made them lose the ability to speak, they have become accustomed to silence.

A pair of eyes, conveying their inner confusion, as if asking Is, and as if asking themselves:

We didn't lose the battle?

Then why is the chief of staff dead, the regimental commander dead, and the once familiar faces are no longer seen?

A whole regiment and a battalion, more than a thousand people when they went to the ground, and only a few dozen people when they came back, haven't they been defeated?

"What is our mission?" Isis pulled his hoarse voice and continued to roar, "Our mission is to stop the Blood God Cult monsters for a day and win time for the Fire Phoenix Legion to prepare for battle."

"Soldiers, you can pay whatever it takes to complete the mission, we have completed the mission, so we have won" Is's gaze slowly swept over the soldiers, "Not to mention that there are dozens of people left alive, even if there are not all dead left, we are also victors"

The wind blew off the dead leaves in the mountains and forests.

Is's words also made the dark clouds that shrouded the troops begin to dissipate.

Brutal battles, terrible monsters, and dead comrades haunt these soldiers who survived like nightmares, but the shame of defeat is the real reason why they can't wake up from a nightmare

Is's words woke them up.

"Those who are soldiers, it is an honor to die on the battlefield, and those who survive will continue to fight, look at you bears, will we just go back to see the division commander? The one lying on the ground over there, and still want to be a deserter, in your heart, can you still remember the promise of not abandoning and not giving up under the original military flag?" Speaking of emotion, Is's eyes couldn't help but redden, "Soldiers." There are only forty-three of us in the regiment and the reconnaissance battalion, and if you can't learn to be strong and get back on your feet, it means that you have not only abandoned yourselves, but also the more than 1,000 comrades who shed their last drop of blood by the Sit Bridge."

The recruit's accidental words, like a little spark, lit the lamp in Is's heart.

It dawned on him that, as acting chief of staff, he was not only going to return to the fortress of Sit with these soldiers. He had to regroup the force

They are a spark and a continuation of the lives of all the fallen soldiers

A force. You can fail, but you can't lose your morale. If morale is all knocked out. There will never be a chance to turn over again. After returning from the battlefield of blood and fire, they have the responsibility and obligation to carry down the banner of a group

War makes a young man mature quickly.

"Since I am acting chief of staff, I must fulfill the responsibility of a chief of staff, I want to bring them strength and courage again, and I want to bring back an invincible force to the 2nd Iron Division"

Isis looked at the troops in front of him, and his heart was full of pride.

After listening to his words, the soldiers gradually straightened their backs. Hold your head high.

The gray eyes disappeared.

A series of eyes full of brilliance gradually gathered on Isdi.

It was the soldiers who were silently asking: We will not give up on ourselves, and we will not abandon our dead comrades to tell us, what to do?

"Where is the flag?" Iss asked in a loud voice.

"Report to the chief, here I am," a loud voice replied.

He took out the wrapped military flag from his bosom. Hands held high.

"Carry the Flag"

Facing the evening wind, the Black Hawk flag flew high.

Isis took the flag from the soldiers, held his hands high, and shouted: "Under the banner of the Black Eagle Army, the 2nd Iron Division is assembled"

Without military experience, you will never understand the place of the military flag in a soldier's heart.

A flag, a soul.

When the blood dyed the red flag, it also forged the unyielding military spirit

Where there is a military flag, there is a group of steely soldiers

As long as the last man doesn't fall, they let it flutter high in the wind on the battlefield

Under the military flag. The soldiers began to line up.

Past. They belong to different squads, platoons, companies, battalions, and now. They regrouped into a collective under the military flag.

"Carry me and get back to the line"

The veteran yelled at the recruit who was holding him.

"Yes, Deputy Squad Leader"

The recruit quickly carried the veteran on his back and ran towards the group.

There was a touching smile on his tearful face. It was a flower of war, quietly blooming in the baptism of blood and fire, the test of life and death.

"The Second Iron Division Advances"

With a loud roar, Iss waved his banner in the direction of the fortress of Sith.

Under the guidance of the military flag, 43 officers and men of the 2nd Iron Division embarked on the journey home again.

Tomorrow, next year, an infinite future, and maybe endless battles, we will always be warriors as long as we live

The setting sun dressed the warriors who had returned from the catastrophe in golden evening clothes.

"It's been four days, and they're long overdue to be back"

In the afternoon, Mogo, along with several officers of the 2nd Division, climbed the walls of the fortress of Sit.

Looking into the distance, Mogo's mood was extremely heavy.

After Charlotte led his troops to leave, the fate of this unit that carried out the blocking mission always affected his heart.

As time passed, he became anxious.

As he pondered Charlotte's unusual behavior before leading the team out, an ominous premonition gradually rose in his heart that his chief of staff would never return.

The thought was only fleeting, but it made him feel numb.

"Division commander, don't worry, although the chief of staff has no experience in leading troops, the commander of a regiment is good at fighting tough battles and vicious battles, and he has extremely rich combat experience, so there should be no problems. The head of the second regiment looked at Mo Ge's worried appearance and comforted.

"On the battlefield, anything can happen, and it's the first time they've fought against the Blood God Cult, how can I not worry," Mogo sighed.

"Perhaps, that guy from Lorton finished his mission and went to help him with the Fire Phoenix Legion, he likes to grab credit when he fights"

"It's possible. Mogo nodded. He wished that was the case.

"Commander, look"

A staff officer suddenly pointed into the distance and cheered: "They are back"

A Black Hawk banner appeared on the horizon in the distance.

Then, the figure of a group of soldiers came into everyone's eyes.

The gates of the fortress opened, and Mogo and a group of officers walked out of the fortress in surprise and came to the open flat ground in front of the fortress.

The group of soldiers in the distance was getting closer and closer to the fortress.

"How can you be this person?" Mogo couldn't help but frown as he looked at the team in the distance.

"It must have been sent in advance by a group to report the news, right?" Beside him, an officer said.

"Not really. If you want to report the news, you should send cavalry. The other whispered.

The team stopped more than twenty meters in front of Mogo.

The officer who walked in front of him to carry the flag handed it to a soldier behind him, and then began to form a team.

Mogo discovered that the officer had only one arm, and that the other arm had been lost had a blood-stained bandage wrapped around his shoulder. The soldiers behind him, many of them were bandaged.

After a few brief commands, the officer spun back and ran briskly towards Mogo.

The officer beside Mogo naturally retreated.

Coming to Mogo, the officer raised his arm and gave him a military salute.

A loud voice rang out.

"Report to the division commander: The officers and men of the 1st Division and the 1st Regiment and the 43rd Division Reconnaissance Battalion have returned from completing the mission of blocking the Blood God Cult army, please review the Acting Chief of Staff of the 2nd Division, and the Deputy Company Commander of the 3rd Company of the 1st Regiment and 1st Battalion of the 2nd Division."

The voice is firm and powerful, full of the pride peculiar to a soldier and the pride of returning from a victorious battle.

Mogo didn't speak.

He was speechless.

His gaze lingered on Isis for a moment, then fell on the soldier behind him, and never left.

Silently watching, his eyes gradually blurred with tears.

The general shed tears, only for his own heroic soldiers

The general shed tears, only for his son, who could never return

Mogo, who has experienced a hundred battles, is experiencing the saddest moment in his life, this father, looking forward to the autumn water, but not looking forward to the familiar figure of his child.

The officer's report let him know that his unit had successfully completed its mission.

The officer's report also let him know that 1,257 officers and men died heroically in order to complete the mission

Moreover, according to the acting system of the Black Eagle Legion, a deputy company commander acting as the chief of staff of the division means that the voice of all the officers above the deputy company level of the entire army was killed in the air, and it clearly reached the ears of the officers present.

Their bodies and limbs gradually became cold, and they even felt that it was difficult to breathe.

The sun shines on the earth.

The Black Hawk flag fluttered silently.

Isis and forty-two soldiers, standing in front of the division commander with their heads held high, waiting to be read.

There was no sadness, no despondency, they got back on their feet after the bloody battle, and they remained the tenacious fighters of the 2nd Iron Division

Mogo made his way to the front of the group with a difficult step.

He smiled, raised his arms and gave them a solemn military salute: "Soldiers, welcome you to triumph and be proud of you"

Tears welled up in her eyes, and her white hair fluttered in the wind.

Who said that soldiers are cold-blooded, and who says that soldiers have no tears?

Cold-blooded, because the emotions are too deep

There are no tears because tears are too precious.