Time passed little by little, and the sky gradually became brighter.

The mountains are already misty, especially in late spring and early summer. The red sun that has jumped out of the top of the mountain is blocked by a faint mist, emitting a slight light that is not dazzling at all.

Whether it was the soldiers standing upright or the people waiting quietly on the roadside, they all stood quietly, their eyes turning to the other end of the mountain road, looking forward to the return of the soldiers on the expedition.

"Here, come." The people standing at the corner of the mountain road shouted loudly.

The family members couldn't help but become restless.

Soon after, a group of soldiers walked slowly over from the other side of the mountain in an orderly line along the mountain road.

The team was very long, and they lined up for hundreds of meters. Two people walked slowly over in a row.

But the people who were standing by the roadside preparing to beat drums and drums to welcome the soldiers who went out to fight were stunned. What kind of soldiers were they?

Some of them, with crutches, some with empty sleeves, some with bandages, their hands were tightly held by the soldiers beside them, and a few were even carried by two soldiers on stretchers. But no matter who they were, they had the same characteristic, and there were boxes wrapped in white burlap hanging on their chests, which were tightly attached to their chests and held by them with one hand.

They were wounded soldiers of the Independent Regiment. They could have sat in the carriage and returned to the Independent Regiment, but they collectively walked out of the carriage five miles away and stood silently, just because they wanted to take the dignity of the soldiers and take their brothers home. The brothers lying in the small box lined up like this a few months ago and walked out of the station and towards the battlefield. So, when they came back, they would also walk back with their heads raised and their chests held back.

The reason why they have to be at the forefront is that all the officers and soldiers of the Independent Regiment unanimously agreed that they are the ones who should enjoy the most glory of ranking. No matter which unit is in, the ones who rank first are the most heroic troops.

The whole audience was silent, and I watched more than a thousand wounded soldiers slowly walking towards the base gate with more than a thousand coffins. Everyone's hearts suddenly tightened at that moment.

Although we already knew that the Independent Regiment suffered heavy casualties, 1,300 people were killed and hundreds of seriously injured, when we saw this scene in front of us, the 500 officers and soldiers standing on both sides were covered with tears on their hard faces. Their comrades! We are back.

"Everyone, salute." Liang Wenzhong, standing beside Liu Lang, ordered heartbrokenly with a strong crying voice.

"Swish" the soldiers on both sides of the road raised their right arms in unison.

The already restless family members could no longer control their excitement and ran over and tried to find their relatives in the queue. Although they already knew that the Independent Corps suffered heavy casualties, the casualty rate of the new recruits who joined the army last year was as high as 70%, they were still lucky.

But most of them were disappointed in the end. Most of them did not recognize the wounded soldiers who were slowly moving. Except for less than a hundred wounded soldiers who were recognized, the rest did not find their relatives.

Listening to the relatives calling their names, many wounded soldiers began to cry, but they did not move, and did not even look at their relatives. They still lined up in an orderly queue and followed the large army slowly towards the base.

Before the military order to escort the brothers home was handed over, they were still on duty.

One hundred meters behind the wounded team were the Independent Regiment Infantry Battalion, from the First Battalion to the Third Battalion, then the Artillery Company, the Engineer Platoon, the Field Hospital, the Bailout Company and the Guard Platoon of the Regiment Department, which protected hundreds of large chariots at the end.

Like the wounded soldiers, all the soldiers marched towards the base in a neat manner with firm steps. Without the orders of the regiment commander, they were still on their way to the mission.

The people who had not found their own relatives had already learned that their relatives had died were finally desperate. They took out the fire paper and incense and candles they carried with them, and cried silently on the side of the road to pay tribute.

The flames illuminated the heroes' way home.

Yes, the people who came from all directions to celebrate the return of the expedition army did not know, but the people at the Independent Regiment Base knew that the regiment commander Liu Lang had already issued military orders. When the army returned on this trip, they would first serve the heroes and then celebrate the victory.

Liu Lang makes everyone understand that the heroes who have passed away will always be above the so-called success. They will not be forgotten, will be remembered forever, and will do the best of the glory a hero deserves.

If a nation chooses to forget, it will eventually be eliminated by this great era where all races compete for the current. The nation will never be that one.

The wounded barracks slowly walked to ten meters away from Liu Lang, who was standing straight and stopped.

The leader of the injured barracks was Ji Yanxue. He took two steps forward. Ji Yanxue greeted Liu Lang with a standard military salute: "Report to the commander, the injured barracks escorted the dead comrades back and requested to enter the base."

"Accurate." Liu Lang returned the military salute and said in a deep voice.

"Fire a gun and pay tribute to the brothers who returned from the war." Liang Wenzhong once again ordered loudly.

Two rows of soldiers standing on the side of the road raised their guns at the same time and fired their guns into the sky.

The gunshot completely broke the silence of the green mountains, and the heavy smell of gunpowder lingering on everyone's noses made people feel even more tragic. They walked out of the gunpowder and returned in the gunpowder.

He kept firing the five bullets filled with his rifle, then he put away the gun and carried them back on his back, and then walked in to the wounded soldiers who were ordered to enter the base.

Then, a team of soldiers stopped in front of Liu Lang and led the captain to salute and report. Liu Lang gave the gift one by one and entered one by one.

The last baggage team ran for nearly ten miles, not only were there more than 700 large cars before Liu Lang left, but also nearly 200 and more than 2,000 ordinary people.

It turned out that some of these people were the families of the wounded soldiers, and a considerable number of the wounded soldiers who were unwilling to go home simply brought their parents, wives and children. Some were when the Independent Regiment passed by Yili Town, the relatives of the 500 new recruits who joined the army in Yili Town had been waiting for the Independent Regiment for many days under the organization of the Gou family. Because they heard that their relatives would be buried in the cemetery of the Independent Regiment, the Gou family organized the family. Each family of the dead soldiers sent one or two people to follow the Independent Regiment back to the base to watch the ceremony. They also had to watch their relatives fall into peace with their own eyes.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! In addition, the people who came from all directions to welcome the return of the army to fight, suddenly tens of thousands of people were added. Although Liang Wenzhong, who was in charge of the independent regiment, was prepared, he was still in a hurry.

Although the people were not allowed to enter the base, the visitors were guests, so Liu Lang certainly could not ignore them.

Fortunately, County Magistrate Wang and the Security Commander Zhan Chengfang of the Andongcheng County Government were both smart people. They had prepared a large number of military supplies a few days ago, and brought dozens of chefs and more than 300 people from a security battalion to help. Now they have used all of them.

He started killing pigs and sheep directly in a valley outside the Independence Group Base one kilometer away from the Martyrs' Cemetery selected by Liu Lang. He started slaughtering pigs and sheep.

However, there were laughter and crying in the base of the Independent Group. Finally, the families who found their relatives hugged each other and smiled, but they all cried. Because, by their side, more people were crying heartbrokenly in a small urn with names written on them.

Liu Lang stood with his hands behind his back and silently watched the scene in the square.

Laughing is the right of the winner, but I don’t know that behind the laughter is also full of grief. Without sacrifice, there will be no victory. Liu Lang has never experienced this so deeply.

Laura raised the camera and pointed the camera at Liu Lang's back standing straight. In the camera, there was also a gray-haired old lady who pressed her face against an urn. She did not cry loudly, but only the hot tears rolled down her old cheeks and rolled onto the cold little box. But through the camera, anyone could feel the grief of the old man's deep bones, which was from a mother's grief of losing her son.
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