The bodies of the warriors will stay in the mourning hall of the Northern Dynasty capital for one day to receive the tributes of the Northern Dynasty soldiers and civilians. Afterwards, they will be transported back to Daxia in turn and buried in the newly built martyrs' cemetery in the border county of Daxia, to receive the eternal worship of the people.

In one corner of the mourning hall, Zhang Jie, wearing a brand new military uniform, leaned on a cane, and walked slowly and firmly. He put a handful of soil into a coffin, which was the coffin of platoon leader Liu Dali.

Liu Dali once said that his grandfather also died in the Battle of Shangfengling decades ago, and his father told him that if he came to Shangfengling, he should remember to bring back a handful of soil, as if he had brought his grandfather back. Liu Dali said that if he died, he would let Zhang Jie bring back a handful of soil, and if he put them together, it would be considered as bringing his grandfather back to the motherland.

Zhang Jie gently put down the soil filled with longing and respect, and tears blurred his eyes again: "Platoon leader, I did it, I will take your grandpa home." His voice trembled, full of sadness and determination.

The soldiers around watched this scene silently, with infinite emotion and respect in their hearts. They knew that every comrade who died had his own concerns and unfulfilled wishes, and they, the living, had the responsibility to carry these concerns and wishes forward.

Chen Ping also saw Zhang Jie. He came to Zhang Jie and said, "Your platoon leader is a hero. They are all heroes." As he spoke, Chen Ping respectfully saluted all the sacrificed soldiers of the 9th Regiment.

Zhang Jie saluted Chen Ping solemnly: "Thank you."

Chen Ping said, "You're welcome. Are you feeling better now?" As Chen Ping spoke, he saw the Special Combat Hero Medal hanging on him, and felt relieved.

Zhang Jie nodded: "Much better, Brother Chen, I will return home with the brothers of the Sharp Knife Company tomorrow. The commander said that I am the only one left in the Sharp Knife Company now, and I will be the company commander in the future, and I must lead the Sharp Knife Company." As Zhang Jie spoke, his eyes were filled with tears.

He was a new recruit in the sharp knife company, a new recruit who was once looked down upon by the company commander Zhao Wu. But now he has become the company commander and has taken over the important responsibilities of the company commander Zhao Wu. The burden on his shoulders makes him feel extremely heavy.

Chen Ping patted him on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Jie, you are great. Believe in yourself, you can do it. The Sharp Knife Company will become even more powerful in your hands."

"Yes, I will." Zhang Jie nodded vigorously, his eyes revealing firm determination.

Zhang Jie looked at Chen Ping, hesitant to speak. Chen Ping asked, "Xiao Jie, just ask whatever you want to ask. There's no need for us to meet."

Zhang Jie nodded and asked, "Brother Chen, is Xiaoyu okay? Did she get into Peking University?"

Chen Ping was slightly stunned: "Didn't you keep in touch with her?"

Zhang Jie shook his head: "No."

Chen Ping said: "Xiaoyu is a very nice person. If she knew what you have achieved today, she would definitely be very happy."

Zhang Jie murmured, "Really?"

Chen Ping nodded and said, "Of course, it's true. Xiaoyu has always missed you. If you have time, please contact her."

Zhang Jie gave a bitter smile: "I will, Brother Chen."

Chen Ping knew that Zhang Jie liked Han Xiaoyu, so he said, "Xiaojie, if you like her, go after her. Don't wait until you get married to regret it. If Xiaoyu can be with you, I will be completely relieved."

This sentence gave Zhang Jie great confidence, and he nodded: "Thank you, Brother Chen, I will."

Chen Ping smiled, "Yeah."

At this moment, the sunlight from the mourning hall shone in obliquely, adding a touch of warmth and hope to this sorrow-filled scene.

Zhang Jie looked at the light, as if he saw a beautiful future. He made up his mind that once he settled down, he would go find Han Xiaoyu and bravely express his feelings.

The next morning, the sky was still slightly white, and the air was filled with solemnity and sadness. The bodies of the First Army and the Dragon Flame Special Forces were neatly placed in the carriage of the special train.

As the captain, although Chen Ping could not return to China without a transfer order, his brothers from Long Yan came to the special train early to see off their sacrificed brothers for the last time.

The soldiers of the First Army also returned with them. As the main force of the two attacks, the First Army suffered heavy losses in this attack. In order to save this outstanding team, the superiors decided to let all the combatants of the First Army return home with honor. At the same time, three reorganized armies were dispatched to aid the Northern Dynasty.

The station was crowded with people who came to see him off. The people of the Northern Dynasty held flowers in their hands, their eyes full of gratitude and respect.

They stood silently on both sides of the road, some with tears in their eyes, some sobbing quietly. The children held up homemade thank-you cards, on which they wrote their respects for the soldiers in childish handwriting.

The soldiers of Daxia stood tall and straight, neatly arranged on both sides of the special train. They looked solemn as they saluted with standard military salutes to their comrades who were about to return home.

The farewell military band played a low and solemn music, the melody echoed in the air, as if expressing the reluctance and remembrance for the heroes.

The soldiers of the First Army were dressed in neat uniforms and had military medals on their chests. Although their faces were filled with fatigue and sadness, their eyes still showed determination and pride. They walked slowly towards the special train with heavy and orderly steps.

The members of the Dragon Flame Special Forces followed behind, some with red and swollen eyes, and some clenched their teeth to hold back their grief. Every time they passed a body, they would stop and solemnly salute.

Chen Ping walked at the front of the team, his steps firm and heavy. When he saw those familiar faces lying quietly in the coffins, tears could not help but blur his eyes again.

But he suppressed his grief and straightened his spine, because he knew that at this moment he had to hold up a dignified sky for his brothers.

"Salute!" With a loud command, everyone present raised their right hands to pay the highest respect to the sacrificed soldiers. At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and only the solemn atmosphere and endless respect filled the air.

In this solemn and solemn atmosphere, the special train started slowly, carrying the bodies of the heroes and the grief and respect of the people, and slowly drove away.

The people who saw them off still stood there, unwilling to leave for a long time. Their sad but determined eyes seemed to be following the spirits of the heroes until they disappeared from their sight.