"It's my fault, I'm waiting for the squad leaders to come back."

No one responded to him, they just hid their faces.

Time seems to have stopped, and the pain is unbearable.

This time, the casual cultivator was completely recognized.

On that day of the battle, all members of the Eighth Ability Brigade were in place.

Even now, they are all in place.

In comparison, everyone now prefers the absence of the benevolent and righteous master with the ace of the Eighth Superpower Brigade.

It's a pity that the red flag has been planted, and the excellence has been received.

That is the supreme glory of superpowers, but also the death of all.

The former captain of the Eighth Superpower Brigade still remembers saying this.

Excellence is my own, and history is my own creation.

That's right, their team has now achieved its goal.

It also created a precedent in which all members were killed and no one retreated.

No matter how it develops in the future, they are an indispensable historical monument in the painful history.

When the country prospers, the people suffer.

Suffering from material things, suffering from spiritual problems, and feeling tired in the heart.

If the country is destroyed, the people will suffer.

Suffering from survival, suffering from unfair treatment.

I have been suppressed and resisted.

But no matter what.

Loose cultivators and special forces members with special powers have all become sons of the people.

I believe that wherever the divine dragon passes by, it will be a pure land.

They put their lives through faith and use their will to defeat powerful enemies.

Someone may ask is it worth it?

They gave the world the most sincere answer with their own deaths.

This thing is worth it, worth it, worth it.

Come and see, there are no beacon fires in the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away, but the lights of thousands of houses still exist.

This is the responsibility of the dragon and the lifelong belief of the special operations team members.

Everyone should remember the heroes, never forget the national humiliation, and never forget the facts.

Stay true to our original aspirations and bid farewell to our heroes.

The wind is still blowing tirelessly, and everyone in the world understands.

Silently, it seemed as if a thousand words had been said.

Half a day passed, and it was not until dark that everyone left neatly.

When you arrive at the door, you salute neatly and see you off for the last time.

Then they all turned around and left quickly, no one dared to turn around.

His eyes were already red.

Who says heroes don't grieve, but it's just that they haven't left yet.

May you all protect me, and I will win this battle.

Everyone is shouting in their heads.

He returned to the dilapidated dormitory that he had not lived in for a long time like a zombie.

Huddle up in a cold corner and slowly fall asleep.

Two short burials.
Chapter completed!