Countless high-rise torches are in the slightly dim light of the flames.

The scene of a group of generals, a colonel and more than 100 officers and soldiers saluting each other not only remained in the memories of the officers and soldiers of the Second Company of the Guard Platoon and the Bayonet Battalion.

It also remains in the memories of all the officers and soldiers present.

When Liu Lang stepped forward, he made a loud report: "Report to the Iron Division Commander, Liu Lang of the 22nd Army Independent Regiment successfully completed the task and reported it to you."

"Okay, very good, Commander Liu, you are very good." Commander Iron suppressed his inner excitement, took the initiative to stretch out his hands to Liu Lang, and said tightly: "Captain Liu, congratulations to you and the soldiers on their successful return."

"Haha, Iron Commander, congratulations, but you and the commanders just now don't dare to take this gift from Liu Lang and the officers and soldiers of the Independent Regiment!" Liu Lang chuckled.

If it were five years ago, Liu Lang, who returned with the Great Victory, would have suffered this military salute. However, Liu Lang, who has experienced the years of training, is not the past. He was just a 21-year-old young man, but now he is not only a commander with a 4,000 troops, but to some extent he also represents Qiu Tongjun. Not everyone can be the chief officer.

The military salutes of these lieutenant generals represent a kind of recognition to some extent. There is nothing here, but it is just a joy for victory. But in the eyes of some people in the kingdom, it may become a contact of political forces.

Although the two countries seem to be intimate and united with the Black Hawk Empire now, Liu Lang knew that it only takes two or three years to be as aggressive as it is now. The situation in the country is gradually slowing down. Now this honeymoon period is no longer possible.

If he had not said anything, he would probably not have passed tonight, and the news would have reached the ears of the King's Capital.

It’s okay if he is a small regiment commander of Liu Lang, but as soon as the Qiu Tongjun left Qiu Tongzhou, he came to the Duchy’s troops. I’m afraid someone will not think about it very well.

"No, Commander Liu, you were wrong." Commander Tie's expression suddenly became serious, and he shook his head and said, "I know you have returned, I will notify the chief officer at the colonel level and above in Luojin County to come to the railway station to welcome you. This is an honor for you and the Independent Group. But this gift is not only for you."

Taking a deep breath, the Iron Commander turned his gaze around and headed to the soldiers who were standing at the train station with guns on their backs and were responsible for the warning of the commanding heights. The voice suddenly increased and was deafening, "This courteous ceremony was the ritual of our division commanders and brigade commanders to the entire army participating in this battle. Whether you are the 12th Division, the Independent Regiment, the 17th Division, or the Third Army, you are the army of our kingdom. In this battle to annihilate the 20th Division of the Pizhou East Black Eagle Army in Ling Pizhou, Ling Pizhou, you did not fear sacrifice and fought hard for seven days and nights, and finally achieved such a rich result.

Each of you deserves this gift from the generals and officers here."

Then, the voice of the Iron Commander became a little low, "But many of you never had the chance to see victory again, they were all buried in this kingdom land under our feet.

I once stood on the main peak of Snowflake Mountain, feeling the passionate blood of all 150 officers and soldiers of the Fifth Company of the 102nd Regiment of the 17th Division; I also listened to the unyielding roar of tens of thousands of officers and soldiers of the Third Army using their flesh and blood to compete with the Black Hawk Empire Army's heavy artillery; I also personally caressed the blood of the pale faces of the young soldiers of the 86th Brigade of my 12th Division. As the leader of the first division of the kingdom, I feel extremely heartbroken. How young are these soldiers of our army who have been sleeping here forever! They are either sons, fathers, or husbands, and the passing of each person represents the sorrow of a family.

However, I feel extremely proud of them. It is precisely because of them, because of you, because of all the officers and soldiers who faced the plane, cannon, machine guns and bayonets of the Black Hawk Imperial Army in this battle to defend the east of Ling Pizhou, that the tens of millions of fellow villagers in Ling Pizhou will not be trampled by the iron hooves of the Black Hawk Imperial Army. Because you have exchanged more peace with your blood, life and loyalty to the country and nation, and the tears of your loved ones.

Please tell me in person, should I respect this gift, and the other division commanders, brigade commanders and regiment commanders here?"

In the fire, the eyes of the Iron Commander behind the lens were filled with a faint water color, but the eyes were extremely bright.

The officers and soldiers around them all burst into tears.

General, they should be extremely glorious when saluting them.

But glory is not the reason why tears flow on your face.

It was them who remembered their comrades who could not accompany them to enjoy glory.

What is a comrade? Is it someone who can hand over his back to him and must continue to move forward in the direction he threw himself forward before he has time to sad when he falls?

No, it's more than that.

It is when you endure failure, he is by your side, silently handing the gun, telling you, brother, you are not alone, I will always be by your side, whether in life or death; it is when you enjoy glory, you also want him to be by your side, together with you, hold up the gun in your hand, and shout: We have won.

However, many people don't have this opportunity. They either lie in the cold tomb, wrapped in white cloth, or have been burned to ashes and perched in small boxes.

Under the command of Huang Lanfeng, the watermelon of the Fifth Company was rebuilt. A big-headed soldier, with a lieutenant rank standing straight on the periphery, with his body like a javelin nailed to the ground, but tears fell like rain.

He must have thought of his company commander, his brother-in-law, and his comrades who ate and slept together!

But now he is the only one.

Even if the lieutenant's head seal shines, for him, he may not be happier than the big-headed soldier ten days ago.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Sometimes, victory does not make you forget your sadness. Even now, when the last train is seized and opened into the train station, Liu Lang and the last group of officers and soldiers participating in the Battle of Wenzhang Pass set foot in Luojin County, and the Battle of Lingpizhou East has been completely declared a great victory.

No one of the generals and colonels criticized the weakness of the soldiers under their command for the moment. Because tears also shone in their eyes.

Those soldiers, those who died, are also their comrades-in-arms!

"Salute to all the officers and soldiers participating in the battle!" Liu Lang's metallic voice spread throughout the audience.

He and all the officers and soldiers of the Second Company of the Guard Platoon and Bayonet Battalion raised their right hands again, saluting to the group of generals and schoolmen in front of them, whether they were in dark gray or dark blue uniforms.

"Salute!" The officers and soldiers with tears flowing on their faces stood attentively and raised their right hands high.

The general, the school officer and the soldiers stared at each other, paying tribute to each other, and using the unique etiquette of the soldiers, to each other, to themselves, to their comrades who cannot come here in person, and to their comrades who cannot wait for this scene.

Liu Xueyuan, who was standing next to him, was crying like a thunderous work, but she was writing quickly.

Just like what she wrote in the "Liu Xueyuan Seven-Day Battlefield Diary" published in the Shinkai Castle News the next day and was reprinted and published by Wangdu Zhong Daily, Daily, Haicheng News, and other media.

"I have to admit, I cried again. I thought I had become strong enough after seeing too many deaths, and would not shed tears again. At least, I would not cry like now. Because this should be a time for the whole army to be jubilant. The 43rd Brigade, back, the Independent Regiment, also came back. They returned with the brilliant record of annihilation of the 20th Division of Wenzhang Pass. At this moment, Luojin County, which had gathered more than 20,000 troops, should have cheered throughout the sky, and the smile on its face should be brighter than the rhododendrons and red leaves all over the mountains.

However, when these generals saluted solemnly to the soldiers whose faces were still smoke, and when the soldiers raised their right hands high to their superiors with tears in their eyes, I still couldn't control my emotions and cried.

I cried because I saw their sorrow from the general's eyes and from the soldiers' eyes. Yes, they were sad at this moment when the whole army should have celebrated.

They are sad, not because they are weak. How can an army that is armed with a permanent division that can divide and annihilate it?

If you know that in this battle, the 17th Division suffered more than 60% casualties, and the 17th Division, with a force of 13,000 troops, had only two infantry regiments before this battle. If you know, the Third Army had an infantry brigade, which was originally organized to be more than 5,000 people, but General Lu Yun, who personally led all the officers and soldiers of the brigade to pursue the remaining soldiers of the 78th Regiment, could only report a number of less than 4,000 people, and they were just the main reserve team, and participated in defense on the front line of Guyongfeng for only one day; if you know that the entire 12th Division participated in the battle, but they could still stand here to carry supplies, only more than 10,000 people; if you know, the logistics department of the Independent Regiment of the 22nd Army, which transported the coffins of the dead officers and soldiers, kept whistling past my eyes; you would understand why they were so sad.

Captain Liu once said that without sacrifice, there would be no victory. But when victory comes, of course they will not forget to sacrifice.

I am not those steel warriors who never retreat in the rain of bullets, but at this moment I only hold their hands up and stand up straight like green pine trees.

I, Liu Xueyuan, are just a little woman, just a little woman born and raised in the kingdom, with the bloodlines flowing in my blood vessels and bones. Please allow me to use this text to mourn the soldiers who died in this battle before writing the "Gou Yongfeng Victory" and before writing the victory.

I cannot write down their names one by one, and even the vast majority of them, I don't know the names. But I ask you to remember them and remember them standing up when this nation is in danger.

The nation's starry sky is destined to engrave their names and spirits, and therefore, shines.

I want to borrow a sentence given to me by Captain Liu as the ending of this diary: Why do you often have tears in your eyes? I know, because you love this land deeply..."
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