Chapter 122: Farewell to Comrades

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The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the wall of the wasteland world, 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. Under the flagpole, in front of a tall stone tablet, on a row of tall wooden steps, rows of bloody helmets, rifles, and There are pictures full of youthful smiles.

Nearly 200 conscripts walked slowly in orderly and slow steps. There was a white paper flower pinned to the chest of the solemn uniforms, and they were holding white ceramic pots with one-inch colorful stickers on the pots. bareheaded photo.

There seemed to be no sadness or joy on the solemn face, but deep in the eyes, there was a lingering sadness.

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

In front of the queue, Eler Yesel and Natasha were also in uniform, one lieutenant general and one general.

A little further ahead, Cai Ruichen also put on a rare set of uniforms. The uniforms have no military rank, but there is an extra gold thread trim on the sleeves and neckline.

Behind him, Clark and Ralph were all wearing black suits, black sunglasses, and a white paper flower on the chest of the suits, just like everyone present.

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

On both sides of the wooden steps, there are neat plastic wreaths, and the eulogy is vertically down along the two sides of the wreath.

However, the weather was not beautiful, and the rain came suddenly, but no one moved a step under the flagpole.

The rain washed the dry land and drenched everyone present.

Goose step with rain, throwing water drops like pearl necklaces, the footsteps are still sonorous.

One ashes, one location. Two hundred soldiers stood in front of the blood-stained helmets and weapons one by one. The drops of water dripping from the corners of their mouths, whether it was tears or rain, were somewhat salty.

"turn right!"

"All of them. Salute and see off comrades."

A passionate order came from the side.

The two hundred soldiers turned to the right in unison, and solemnly placed the urn, which was tightly held in both hands, next to the helmet.

Two hundred helmets, two hundred rifles. Two hundred urns represent the two hundred soldiers who left this world.

Even, the urns of some soldiers are actually just ashes of clothes worn during their lifetime.

Under the flagpole, on a stone monument, two hundred soldiers' identity plates were neatly hung on it, and even the rain could not wash away the blood stains on it.

The sad music sounded and became a lament to send off comrades-in-arms, entrusting every soldier to miss his former comrades-in-arms and drift far away.

On the surrounding walls in the distance, soldiers are standing guard. The moment I heard the music, I burst into tears.

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

Cai Ruichen was no exception, looking at the rows of urns coming down the stairs, the young smiles were all faces he was very familiar with.

There were only two thousand soldiers, and they ate and drank together almost all day long. Cai Ruichen was familiar with the appearance of each of them. Be able to call each of them by name at once.

It's just that from now on, I will never see these smiling faces again, and I will never see the pictures of them sweating on the training ground.

Only that precious memory retains the traces of the existence of these people.

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

"You are all my soldiers and I am proud of you. Now even God is crying for you. You have walked worthy of the honor of your own soldiers. You have walked worthy of your military uniform. It is your sacrifice, in exchange for another victory for us.”

The three consecutive bows were all made by Cai Ruichen, but the tears from the corners of his eyes still flowed out unsatisfactorily.

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

It's just that at this time, no one did not shed tears. Although the rain made the tears disappear, the red corners of the eyes were the best proof.

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

Next to it, another group of soldiers came over. This time, they all held a collar with a clear number on it.

The relics of sixty-eight military dogs were also placed on the wooden steps. On the left side, rows of military dogs squatted in the heavy rain, all with their heads down.

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

"The comrades in arms who are like brothers have left, but the new life continues, and the sun will still rise tomorrow. Let sadness be our most tenacious motivation to build a peaceful future."

"Dedicated to honor, no regrets..."

"Dedicated to honor, no regrets..."

Listening to the powerful belief gathered 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 soldiers raised the rifles at their feet at the same time, and the rifles danced neatly in their hands, pulling the bolts and pulling the triggers.

Three times in a row, three neat gunshots, as a final farewell to the comrades in arms, I wish them all the best.

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In the distance, Niu Daheng and others watched the scene quietly. The solemn ceremony made each of them dare not make a sound.

Only then did they know that the young man was the highest authority in this place.

And it was this man who actually recovered a county. As for the two hundred soldiers who died, in Niu Daheng's view, it was a pity.

But to be able to successfully regain a county with nearly 200,000 mutants with the loss of 200 people is nothing short of a miracle.

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

Wouldn't it be the best destination for a fighter to have such a group and spirit? In today's world, where can we still see this?

There are only ugly faces and dirty deals. Survival matters dominate everything. Where is the so-called sense of honor?

Even Niu Daheng himself, struggling in the wasteland for more than a year, has almost forgotten his belief as a soldier, and only thinks about how to live well.

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