The Red Alert Begins in the Wasteland

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The afterglow of the setting sun was scattered on the walls of the wasteland, and the yellow sky was as gloomy as every soldier's face.

On the high flagpole, the red police flag fluttered in the breeze. Below the flagpole, in front of a tall stone stele, on a row of tall wooden stairs, rows of **** helmets, rifles, and There are photos of youthful smiles.

Nearly two hundred mobilized soldiers stepped on neatly and slowly stepped forward. All of them were wearing a white paper flower on the chest of the solemn uniform, holding a white ceramic pot in both hands, and an inch of color was pasted on the pot. No headshot.

There seemed to be no sadness or joy on the solemn face, but there was a lingering sadness deep in his eyes.

On the square in front of the flag, thousands of soldiers in normal uniforms lined up quietly, and the white paper flowers on their chests added a bit of sadness.

At the front of the queue, El Yessel and Natasha are also in uniforms, one lieutenant general and one general.

A little further ahead, Cai Ruichen also rarely wore a set of uniforms, which had no military ranks, but was decorated with an extra gold thread on the sleeves and neckline.

Behind him, Clark and Ralph, all dressed in black suits, black sunglasses, and on the chest of the suit, like everyone in the room, were all wearing a white paper flower.

The general, sitting quietly at Cai Ruichen's feet, lowered his head, and made whimpers from time to time.

On both sides of the wooden stairs, neat plastic wreaths were placed, and the eulogy went down vertically along both sides of the wreath.

However, the heavens were not beautiful, and the rain came suddenly, but under the flagpole, no one moved a step.

The rain washed the dry land and wetted everyone present.

With rainy steps, and shaking the pearl necklace-like drops, the footsteps are still sonorous.

One ashes, one location. Two hundred soldiers stood in front of the blood-stained helmets and weapons one after the other. The drops of water that fell along the corners of their mouths did not know whether it was tears or falling rain, which was a bit salty.

"turn right!"

"Everyone has it. Salute and see off my comrades."

Exciting commands came from the side.

The two hundred soldiers turned to the right neatly and placed the urn that they held tightly with their hands, solemnly beside their helmets.

Two hundred helmets, two hundred rifles. Two hundred urns represent the two hundred soldiers who have left this world.

In fact, the ashes of some soldiers' ashes were actually the ashes of their clothes.

Under the flagpole, on a stone monument, two hundred soldiers' identity plates are neatly hung on it, and even rain cannot wash away the blood stains on it.

The sorrowful music sounded and became a sad song to bid farewell to the comrades-in-arms, pinning every soldier's longing for his former comrades to the distance.

Soldiers standing guard on the surrounding walls in the distance. The moment I heard the music, tears flowed out.

Like everyone in the square, no one laughed at their tears, because this is the real man, not a group of killing machines.

Cai Ruichen is no exception, looking at the rows of urns that descended one after another, the young smiles are all his familiar faces.

There are only two thousand soldiers, and they eat and drink almost all day. Cai Ruichen is familiar with the appearance of each of them. Be able to call out each of them immediately.

It's just that from now on, I will never see these smiling faces again, and I will never see them sweating on the training ground.

Only the precious memory retains the traces of these people's existence.

The sad music is over. The rain was torrential, Cai Ruichen took a few steps forward, standing closer and looking at these blurry photos in the rain.

"You are all my soldiers and I am proud of it. Now even God is crying for you. You walked worthy of the honor of your soldiers. You walked worthy of your military uniform. It is your sacrifice in exchange for We won another victory."

The three consecutive bows were all made by Cai Ruichen, but the tears from the corners of his eyes flowed out.

He didn't turn around to face the soldiers behind, because he didn't like the people below and saw the tears in the corner of his eyes.

Only at this time, no one did not cry. Although the rain made the tears disappear, the reddish corners of the eyes were the best proof.

The general stood up and walked to Cai Ruichen's body. His upper body was propped up on his body, his head rubbed against his chest.

Next to him, another group of soldiers came over. This time, they all held a collar in their hands, with a clear number on it.

The relics of the sixty-eight military dogs were also placed on a wooden ladder. On the left, rows of military dogs squatted in the heavy rain, all with their heads down.

Touching the general's head, the general returned to the ground obediently. Cai Ruichen only then turned around, facing thousands of soldiers, and saluting him.

"The brother-in-arms have left, but the new life is still going on. The sun will still rise tomorrow. Let sadness be our most tenacious motivation to build a peaceful future."

"Dedicated to honor, no regrets..."

"Dedicated to honor, no regrets..."

Listening to the powerful beliefs of thousands of people, Cai Ruichen clearly felt the emotions of everyone present.

"Raise your gun to see off your comrades."

Thousands of soldiers raised their rifles at the same time, and under their spear manipulation, the rifles danced neatly in their hands, pulling the bolts of the guns and pulling the trigger.

Three times in a row, three neat gunshots, as the final farewell to the comrades in arms, I hope they go well.

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In the distance, Niu Daheng and others watched this scene quietly. The solemn ceremony made each of them dare not say anything.

Until then ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ they did not know that the young man was the highest authority in this place.

Moreover, this man actually recovered a county seat. As for the two hundred soldiers who sacrificed, in Niu Daheng's opinion, it is also a pity.

But it was a miracle to be able to successfully recover a county with nearly 200,000 mutants with the loss of two hundred people.

The most important thing is that seeing the true feelings expressed by everyone here for the soldiers who died in battle has touched Niu Daheng's heart of honor that was once a soldier.

With such a group and spirit, wouldn't it be the best home for a fighter? Where can I see these in the world today?

Some are just ugly faces and dirty deals. Survival issues dominate everything. Where is the so-called sense of honor?

Even Niu Daheng himself, struggling in the wasteland for more than a year, almost forgot his beliefs as a soldier, just thinking about how to live well.

At this moment, his nerves were deeply touched. (To be continued.)