They all saluted the nearly a hundred brand-new tombstones that had just been built!

Everyone's expression was extremely pious and sad. They pursed their lips tightly, feeling sincerely sad about the death of their good brother caused by this battle.

Now, the people lying in this cold coffin are the brothers who have been through life and death with them many times. Everyone has an extremely deep comradeship with them, but now, they have left them forever, and will never be seen again.

I can go to the battlefield with them to kill the enemy.

Even though people are dead, their souls are still alive. They always believe that the spirits of these departed warriors will be watching them in the sky and marching side by side with them.

The sky suddenly became gloomy, and within a moment, the heavy rain fell silently and poured down, adding a touch of sadness to this silent mourning.

Everyone stood in the heavy rain, and no one moved. They were like tall and straight Yang pine trees, staring at the tombstone with pious eyes, holding their military caps in their hands.

They were motionless. At this moment, some of them even had their eyes red quietly.

Three minutes later, Yang Liu spoke first, his voice still loud, "The ceremony is over!"

After this battle, although China saved their motherland, they also paid an extremely heavy price for it, that is, they had lost almost a hundred marshals, and these marshals were all eight-stars.

The above-mentioned marshals are rare combat powers on the mainland of China.
Chapter completed!