On this day, a violent sensation occurred in China. Countless fighter jets took off from various military regions and flew towards the south. Countless people watched below, wondering what happened.

"This is Central Airlines flight c903. We are transporting the loyal and martyrs of the motherland back to the country and heading to the Ninth Military Region."

"Welcome the loyal and martyrs back to China. Our two J-20 fighter jets are ordered to escort you throughout the journey."

"Welcome the loyal and martyrs back to China. We have two J-31 fighters in our department. We are ordered to escort you throughout the journey."

"Welcome the loyal and martyrs back to China. Our department has two aircraft carriers, eight destroyers and four missile frigates. We are ordered to ensure the safety of the sea area for you."

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When Mr. Z reported the matter to the Supreme Commander, he immediately arranged a large number of fighter planes and warships to escort them.

According to his words: "Their efforts and sacrifices should be remembered by us. No matter how much they pay, they must ensure that their heroic souls return to their motherland safely. This is the only thing we can do for them."

The most glorious moment in their lives was after their sacrifice, but their identity, even after death, is still a secret and will never be known.

At this moment, they returned to their hometown; at this moment, some people burst into tears; at this moment, they were finally able to stop carrying the burden and carry all the burdens; at this moment, it was the last peace that they exchanged for their lives...

They are about to return to the arms of Mother Earth and sleep here forever...

The plane finally landed smoothly on the tarmac of the Ninth Military Region. Many senior military generals had gathered here. They were wearing neat military uniforms and had been waiting here for a long time. Even though the sun was so fierce and they were sweating profusely, they had no complaints, because the purpose of their trip was to welcome the noblest soldiers of the motherland home.

They were unknown during their lifetime, but they were always fighting at the forefront, facing the most vicious criminals, constantly wandering between life and death every day.

And if such heroes die in a foreign land, they should naturally come to greet them and see them off.

"preparation……"

An officer held a command knife and pointed at the blue sky. Facing the hot sun, he exhaled the most hoarse cry of his life.

The soldiers on both sides raised their guns in unison and pointed them at the sky.

"put!"

"Bang bang bang..."

The gunshots were cold, passing through the peaceful sky, and the vast earth kept echoing, as if sad, as if howling, as if regretful for the heroic soldiers who died.

Headed by Mr. Z, members of the Jiuyou Organization walked down step by step with heavy steps.

At this moment, they felt uncomfortable. They were ready to go and dispatched all the Netherworld teams to rescue them. In the end, they only brought back their remains. They did not rush over when the Netherworld team needed them the most. If they had known that they would have saved them at all costs.

But now, it's too late...

"salute!"

"Swish..."

Everyone present saluted neatly, and their bodies slowly rotated with the position of the remains of the martyrs. This process was very long, but no one put down his hands and rested halfway, because it was disrespectful to the deceased.

They got into the car one by one, and the car slowly drove towards Jiuyou Base, which was their home and also the place where they were about to sleep forever.

When the urn was placed in the soft soil, everyone came over, gently held some soil with their hands, and then sprinkled it on the urn.

There will be a few more tombstones here soon. Looking around, there are dozens of tombstones here. They are all members of [Jiuyou] and are eventually buried here for various reasons.

This is not the first time they have practiced their deathbed for others. They know and are familiar with everyone lying here. They are their companions who have fought side by side and brothers and sisters who have entrusted life and death.

Looking back suddenly, as if yesterday, they were still whispering and fighting in their ears, followed by a passionate battle, a desperate roar, and finally returned to silence.

They are praying for those who have died, for their miserable souls, for their eternal destination, and for those who are alive, hoping that they will usher in this distant separation later.

The tombstone was raised, and they saluted a neatly, and then took heavy but extremely firm steps, gradually leaving with the sound of guns.

They knew that they could not stay too much, because life was like paying off debts, those who had died had paid off, and they had to continue paying it back...

They don’t know when the next battle will happen, where they will be, what kind of enemies they face, and even who will sacrifice the next one.

But they knew that as long as they were alive, they had to fight forever, no matter who the enemy was, how powerful it was, and in what way.

Anyway, they still have to continue fighting!

Regardless of whether anyone among them will die, whether they can stop the enemy's madness, whether they can fulfill the high expectations given by their motherland...

They will still stick to their responsibilities and fight the enemy to the end, never ending!

Some black crows flew over from afar. They were not scared away by the gunshots, but stayed on the dead trees in the distance, watching the crowd below, as if curious about what was going on here.

The soft soil has been tamped with marble, and solemn tombstones are erected, with lines of small characters engraved on it, and the center is their own photos.

White chrysanthemums surrounded by the tombstones, revealing their last smiles. The shells scattered on the ground were still emitting a faint smoke. Afterwards, a young soldier bent over and picked them up and put them in his pockets one by one.

The generals took off their military caps and bowed deeply in the direction of the tombstone. Among them were middle-aged officers and some elderly generals. Their silver hair made them look even weaker. Their bodies had countless patients in their early years, and now they were no longer as strong as they were before. It was already in their twilight years. Bending down was actually an extremely painful burden for them, but they bent down respectfully. Even if they were in pain, they did not make a sound for a long time.

Although they are not from [Jiuyou], they are also soldiers of the motherland. They have always been full of respect for this group of soldiers who are at the forefront of the struggle but are very young.

Their childhood was unfortunate, and their current life was also unfortunate. They should have lived happily and heartlessly all day long, enjoying the joy brought to them by life, but they have become a warrior and a great warrior in principle.

They were once soldiers!

That's all, but enough!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!