The higher-ups were all feeling depressed, but they dared not show it and had to put on the excited expressions of victors.

Soon after, they began cleaning up the battlefield, their expressions changing from excitement to extreme ugliness.

The more I collected my comrades' bodies, the more suffocated I felt, and all I could hear were roars and wailing.

The cries infected others, and the entire battlefield resounded with cries...

Five hours later.

The largest open space in Death Valley is filled with graves, and in the very center stands a monument to heroes, several tens of meters high, inscribed with: Martyrs' Monument!

As funeral music played, Li Tianyi, Luo Shan, Luo Yun, Kang Zhonghua, and others slowly carried several coffins in.

"salute!"

Everyone was in tears as they bowed to the coffin.

"Fire a gun!"

Bang, bang, bang!

The gunshot had barely faded when a muffled clap of thunder suddenly echoed across the sky, followed by a downpour of large raindrops.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and no one in the martyrs' cemetery took shelter from the rain, nor did anyone stand still.

They were either digging the soil or carrying and burying the coffin.

The torrential rain pounded on the newly built earthen walls, causing mud to flow everywhere. Some soldiers used their bodies to block the water flow so that their comrades' graves would not be washed away.

"God, they died tragically enough, why do you still have to torment them?"

I beg you, please let them be laid to rest, okay?

The heavy rain showed no sign of stopping; in fact, it intensified, causing flash floods in many areas that rushed towards the martyrs' cemetery.

"Scatter immediately, scatter!" Li Tianyi shouted urgently.

Luo Shan and others also traveled to various places, but the soldiers not only did not leave, they also leaned against the grave mounds.

The flash flood was already visible to the naked eye. Li Tianyi and Luo Shan, along with other experts, exchanged glances and prepared to forcibly change its course.

Sizzle, sizzle!

The space directly in front of the flash flood cracked open, and the surging floodwater rushed into the wormhole, averting the crisis.

Long Wushuang stared at the transmitted image, his heart finally at ease, and he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. "Weather controller, start!"

"Yes, sir!"

In the southeast of the experimental base, a giant sphere hundreds of meters high suddenly cracked open, and countless objects resembling cannon barrels rose from below.

"Change the weather over Death Valley!"

"Please select the weather type."

"Sunny, with a gentle breeze and bright sunshine."

Beep, hiss!

A beam of light shot into the sky and disappeared.

Before long, it appeared in the sky above Death Valley, bursting out with a dazzling light, and any dark clouds that were swept away disappeared instantly.

The rainwater below was also disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A minute later, the sky brightened, the sun shone brightly, and a gentle breeze occasionally swept by.

The crowd immediately began reinforcing the various grave mounds...

Before they knew it, it was midnight. No one had left. Instead, they stood quietly in front of their comrade's grave, recounting the memories of the past.

Beep, beep!

Li Tianyi pulled out his personal phone, puzzled, and asked in an extremely hoarse voice, "Hello, who is it?"

There was no voice on the other end of the phone, only a faint sound of lips opening but not closing.

He glanced at the phone number and asked, "Is this number three?"

"It's me!" Number Three's voice was also extremely hoarse. "Have the battle casualty statistics been released yet?"

These words instantly drained all the strength from Number Three, and he had to lean against the wall to avoid falling.

Li Tianyi did not answer. He slowly took out his cigarette case, lit a cigarette, his eyes reddened, and his nose stung.

Number Three didn't say anything and just smoked.

Ten minutes later, Li Tianyi stubbed out his cigarette and said with difficulty, "About 100,000!"

"What?" Number Three was mentally prepared, but he still couldn't accept the number.

Li Tianyi's expression grew even more bitter. "There were about 100,000 dead, more than 70,000 seriously wounded, more than 300,000 slightly wounded, and over a million with cuts and bruises."

Number Three was struck dumb; everything went black, and he fainted.

Fortunately, the guard reacted quickly and caught him; otherwise, he would have suffered at least a broken bone.

"Number three, number three!" Li Tianyi's shouts grew louder and louder, and Luo Shan and the others rushed over anxiously, "What's wrong?"

The already suppressed emotions of everyone tightened even further as they stared intently at the phone.

After a long while, the guard's voice came: "It's alright!"

Everyone let out a long sigh of relief.

"The remaining forces of the ancient Shu people numbered only a few hundred thousand, so why did they suffer such heavy casualties?" Number Three said sternly, "Write a detailed report!"

"Yes, number three!"

After hanging up the phone, Number Three couldn't stop the tears from streaming down her face. She pounded her chest, feeling like it was being stabbed with a knife. "One hundred thousand people... just like that? Many of them were only eighteen or nineteen years old. How am I supposed to face their parents? Waaah..."

The guards were also crying their eyes out.

......

In the days that followed, the entire Dragon Kingdom was shrouded in grief, and the most unbearable part of it was the field hospitals.

Every time Li Tianyi comes here, he feels uncomfortable for a long time.

Fortunately, Su Wanruo's team possessed exceptional medical skills, and of the more than 70,000 wounded, fewer than 1,000 died.

"If our medical skills were a little better, these people wouldn't have died!" The Miao Divine Doctor, Qiang Chuan, burst into tears, slapping himself in the face. "You old good-for-nothing, you're so useless, so utterly useless!"

The Tibetan healer, Mirzati, was also slapping his own face.

Su Wanruo also wanted to slap herself a few times, but she held back and shouted, "Stop! Do you still look like divine doctors? If there were wounded people who needed your help right now, could you save them?"

With each question, their expressions grew increasingly grim.

"Miracle doctor? What a load of rubbish! He couldn't even save those kids' lives. He's a disgrace to the title 'doctor'!" Qiang Chuan cursed, then stumbled out, "I'm not worthy of being a doctor, I'm not worthy..."

Just then, two seriously wounded soldiers who were on their way to change their dressings passed by.

He grabbed Qiang Chuan, his eyes filled with gratitude, "Dr. Qiang, if it weren't for you, we would have died long ago."

The two of them gripped his hand tightly.

The unwavering trust in his eyes restored Qiang Chuan's confidence, and his eyes regained their sparkle. "With so many people believing in us, what reason do we have to give up? I assure you all, from today onwards, the miracle doctor team will work day and night to improve ourselves."

“I promise!” Mirzati nodded emphatically.

"We're the same!" Su Wanruo, Zhao Yiting, Wu Feifei, and others said.

Who would have thought that this very oath would elevate the miraculous medical team to new heights, making them a force even the King of Hell fear? (To be continued)

Their actions also influenced other teams.

The research team, in particular, worked tirelessly, neglecting sleep and meals.

Various large-scale spatial wormholes have connected major regions, truly enabling mutual assistance when one region is in trouble.

These events have driven the higher-ups to madness. They have also developed spatial storage devices, allowing special operations teams and demolition experts to carry more weapons of mass destruction and ammunition, greatly increasing their chances of survival.

As soon as this technology was released, all the major military regions were scrambling to acquire it.

Long Wushuang boldly announced: "Space storage will be made available to every soldier, and then to the general public."

The Dragon Kingdom became more united than ever before, and its military training reached an unprecedented level.

Looking at the latest report, Li Tianyi grinned from ear to ear. He lit three cigarettes and bowed three times in each of the eight directions. "The fallen heroes, you can rest in peace now. The Dragon Kingdom of today is no longer the Dragon Kingdom that was easily trampled upon. It is now a true superpower!"

On the other side.

Crimson Starfield, Martial Star, Imperial Palace.

A guard rushed over and reported, "Your Majesty, the execution by slow slicing is over, and only a skeleton remains of Tuo'er Suo."

Dudu's face was cold, and she almost squeezed out the words through clenched teeth: "Crush them to ashes!"

"Yes, sir!"

The guards retreated, and Dudu looked at Xiaoman, "Sister, the Chihun Empire has only just started to show signs of improvement, can't you stay a little longer before going back?"

Xiaoman smiled bitterly and shook her head, "My planet is being ravaged by the enemy, I must go back."

Moerna frowned, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Do you have the exact coordinates of your planet? We can teleport a large army there to help you defend your home."

"Yes!" Dudu exclaimed excitedly, tugging at Mo'erna. "Third Grandma is so thoughtful!"

"I don't know!" Xiaoman forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. "I know you're reluctant to let me go, but how could I bear to leave? However, all good things must come to an end, and I should go back!"

"Alright, sis!" Dudu handed over a token. "With this, the Crimson Hun Empire and our subordinate star regions will do everything in their power to help you!"

After receiving the token, he hugged Dudu and Moerna.

She slowly walked to Maoqiu's side and said, "Take good care of them for me!"

"I will!" Maoqiu's eyes reddened, her voice choked with emotion. "Big sister, take care!"

"Take care!" Xiaoman had a smile on her lips, but her heart was heavy. She tried her best to hold back her tears and strode towards the palace gate, muttering to herself, "Today's farewell is for a better reunion in the future. Goodbye, Crimson Hun Star Region, goodbye, Martial Gang Star, goodbye, our family and friends!"

Dudu and the others just watched her retreating figure, tears streaming down their faces...

Several hours later.

Xiaoman piloted the most advanced interstellar fighter to the outermost star system of the Chihun Empire, the Chilong Star System.

Upon entering, they were immediately surrounded by countless warships.

"You have entered a checkpoint in the Crimson Dragon Starfield. Shut down the engines, open the hatch, and submit to inspection!"

Xiaoman nodded with satisfaction, "All my hard work these past few days has paid off. Seeing how dedicated they are, I have no worries at all!"

It slowly appeared before everyone's eyes.

The person leading the group doubted his eyes and rubbed them hard, but he still saw her.

Immediately, he knelt down in space, "Canggu Star, border garrison commander - Santian, greets the Great Princess!"

"ah?"

The soldiers were completely dumbfounded. They never dreamed that the legendary figure of the empire, whom they had been talking about not long ago, would be standing right in front of them.

"Greetings, Your Highness!"

"Greetings, Your Highness!"

Xiaoman smiled and said, "All soldiers, rise!"

Santian stood up first, took a few steps forward, and stopped. "Is the Grand Princess here to inspect the Xuanjing mine?"

"No!" Xiaoman pointed to a distant star field. "I have other things to do!"

"Oh!" Disappointment flashed in Sanda's eyes. He stepped aside, hesitant to speak.

Xiaoman's ability to read people was exceptional; her heart tightened, and she asked, "What is it?"

Sanda swiftly pulled out his interstellar recorder, turned it on, and saw a massive fleet of warships, appearing and disappearing, heading towards the Crimson Dragon Starfield...

"What is this?" Xiaoman had a bad feeling. She looked more closely and suddenly saw their markings. She was shocked. "Ancient Shu people?"

Generals like Sanda nodded with bitter faces.