The arrogance of the city

Chapter 1817 The heroic soul is immortal!

The heavy rain ranged from torrential downpour to pattering.

It can be said that there is a river of blood around the whole Vickagan Canyon.

After more than three hours, this huge landing sniper battle gradually came to an end.

Even with all their efforts, the human race still failed to stop Old Demon's breakthrough. A gap was opened in the northeast direction, like a hole in a dam, and Old Demon burst away like a flood. It cannot be recovered by manpower.

As the supreme commander of the Holy Alliance, Li Futu rationally gave the order to stop the pursuit, began to clean up the battlefield, and counted the casualties.

"Our troops killed 8000 people, and more than 1000 people were injured, of which [-] were seriously injured and needed immediate medical treatment..."

The data collected one by one is shocking.

In the first confrontation, the top ten legions of the Holy Alliance paid a total of more than 40 sacrifices, and more than 4 people were injured. Moreover, even the commander of the second legion, He Jiuzhou, died in the battle. .

"Notify the medical team to treat the wounded with all their strength. Those who cannot be treated due to limited conditions will be airlifted back to the rear immediately. The logistics department will immediately clean up the battlefield, collect the corpses of the martyrs... as much as possible, and transport them back to the country."

Li Futu had to use the word 'as far as possible'.

After all, more than 40 corpses are too huge. Even if all the planes are used, they will definitely not be able to transport them all in a short time. Moreover, because of the ferocity and tyranny of the old demons, many corpses have been fragmented and cannot be identified at all.

"Yes."

The field medical and logistics commanders took the order to leave, and the entire camp immediately fell into silence, and the atmosphere was very dull and depressing.

Although before the war happened, everyone knew that it was destined to be a battle full of blood and tears, but when the scene of corpses strewn all over the fields and the cold casualties appeared in front of them, most people realized that they were not at all. Not prepared for such a brutal sight.

Even though his heart is also very heavy now, as the supreme commander of the Holy Alliance, Li Futu knows that he cannot be affected by emotions at this time.

Indeed, many fell.

But this war is far from over.

"Everyone."

He opened his mouth.

"Our first confrontation with Old Demon has come to an end. This battle is so tragic that I don't need to elaborate further. You must have heard the battle damage report just now. Just over three hours ago , more than 40 warriors have left us, which is indeed an extremely sad result."

At this time, in the camp, all the high-level officials above the deputy commanders of the legions were gathered. At this time, everyone was silent, listening to Li Futu's speech silently.

"There is an old saying in the Dragon Kingdom, it is called Jun Moxiao, who is drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times. Since it is a war, there will inevitably be sacrifices. Maybe everyone is very sad now, but I need to remind everyone that the war is still far away. There is no end, now is not the time to be immersed in grief. In the not-too-distant future, more and more people are destined to leave us, perhaps including everyone here, and even me. So from now on, from this From the moment we start, we must always be prepared to part ways."

Li Futu said in a deep voice: "We should remember the departure of the soldiers, but we should not be overly sad, because their sacrifices are glorious and great. They shed their blood for the survival of the entire human race. They sacrificed their lives , in exchange for the fall of 15 Old Demons, they are using their power to relieve the pressure for our next battle!"

"Although the 40 heroic spirits have gone away, their heroic souls will forever remain in the hearts of each of us, and their sacrifices will also be remembered by the entire human race!"

……

After the post-war meeting, Li Futu went to He Jiuzhou's mortuary alone and stayed there for a long time.

"Have you notified the country?"

When he came out, he asked He Wushu outside.

He Wuzhen said in a low voice: "The country is ready to welcome the heroes."

Li Futu nodded, looking at the corpses that were being carried back one after another.said softly.

"In order to prevent the remains of the martyrs from decomposing, simply clean them up and send them back to the country."

Halsey is far away from the country. If it is parked for too long, the body will not be preserved.

A memorial service was not held with much fanfare.

On the same day, together with the sacrificed Longguo soldiers, He Jiuzhou's body was airlifted back to China.

The same goes for martyrs from other countries.

A plane takes off.

The top generals of the Holy Alliance watched them off for the last time.

For these heroes who died in battle, it may be considered a great fortune to be able to return to their roots.

Turning over in Duokeli, the first batch of thousands of Longguo martyrs who were cleared out were transported onto two passenger planes and embarked on the return journey back to China.

When the plane entered the airspace of Longguo, it was captured by the well-prepared air traffic control department.

"We are Eastern Airlines Flights 001 and 002, and we are destined to send the remains of volunteer soldiers to Kyoto."

At this time, in the highest air traffic control center, all the staff stood up collectively, staring at the two huge white passenger planes on the screen with solemn faces.

"Welcome the loyal volunteers to return home. Upon receiving orders from superiors, our department will clear the air routes for you, and pay high tribute to the crew and all the loyal volunteers!"

When the passenger plane carrying the remains of the martyrs was about to enter the sky above Kyoto, eight fighter jets soared into the sky and flew around the two passenger planes in an orderly manner.

"Welcome the loyal volunteers to return home. We have eight J-B11 aircraft. We are ordered to escort you all the way!"

Hatchiji Military Airfield, Kyoto.

All the senior generals in Beijing gathered, including many veterans who had already retired in their 90s.

They are all wearing military uniforms, and the badges on their bodies and shoulders are dazzling, making it hard to look at.

Because of their old age and infirmity, many of them could not even stand upright and could only sit on chairs. However, when the passenger plane appeared in sight, these veterans still stood up with the chairs supported, and tried their best to lift their already hunched legs. Stand up straight.

"salute!"

The guard of honor began to fire.

Song Luoshen, who was standing in the third row, also raised his head, looking up at the gradually approaching airliner, his eyes trembling slightly.

The old man's voice and smile are still in front of his eyes.

She didn't expect that the farewell in Zijin City would actually become a forever farewell.

Cao Xiuge could not have come, but in the end he insisted on rushing to pick up the plane. Leaning on crutches, watching the roaring landing plane, his lips pursed unconsciously, and he firmly grasped the crutches.

"laugh……"

The two passenger planes landed smoothly.

The cabin door opens.

Standing at the front, the old man who used to play chess most like to regret his lips trembled, and for the first time in his life, his tone trembled.

"Take...the hero home."

(End of this chapter)