The fallen soldiers were buried in peace, and tombstones were erected there. Each tombstone was carefully inscribed with their heroic deeds and inlaid with photos of their brilliant smiles.

Zhang Jie stood in front of the tombstones of his brothers in the Sharp Knife Company, his eyes slowly scanning the newly built tombstones, and scenes of his past with his comrades kept emerging in his mind.

The sweat on the training ground, the fighting side by side on the battlefield, and the words of encouragement to each other, are all playing before my eyes like a movie.

This scene is so similar to what Chen experienced back then. This is the cruel reality that soldiers must face.

Zhang Jie's eyes were red and tears were welling up in them, but he tried hard not to let them fall. He just stood there quietly, as if time had stopped and everything around him had nothing to do with him.

Army commander Li Jian came to 놛 in person, his footsteps were very light, for fear of disturbing Zhang Jie's thoughts. But when 놛놅꿛 landed on Zhang Jie's shoulder, Zhang Jie still shuddered slightly.

Li Jian patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Zhang Jie, I know it's hard for you to accept all this. Seeing the brothers who had fought through life and death together leave like this, the pain in my heart is beyond words. But you have to understand that you have a heavy responsibility now. The Sharp Knife Company cannot fall like this. You shoulder the heavy responsibility of reviving it."

Zhang Jie stood up straight and said firmly, "Yes, Commander, I won't let you down."

Li Jian nodded slightly, his eyes revealing praise: "Well, this is a real warrior. Come with me, it's time for us to return to the barracks. Although the war has stopped temporarily, there are still many things waiting for us to do. The country needs us, and the people need us."

Zhang Jie took a deep breath and tried to calm down: "Yes, Commander."

Li Jian turned and walked towards the military camp. Zhang Jie took another deep look at the tombstone, and then followed closely behind Li Jian.

The last rays of the setting sun cast upon them, casting two long shadows, making them look so firm and resolute.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, several more months have passed. During these months, the troops have been standing here to welcome the heroes who have returned home one after another. Every time, they feel extremely heavy-hearted, and the grief seems to accumulate more and more in their hearts.

Until today, the last batch of martyrs were finally buried, and Zhang Jun and his men completed the important task of welcoming the spirits of the heroes. However, the martyrs' cemetery was full and solemn.

More and more people came from all directions to pay their respects. They came spontaneously, holding flowers and silently paying homage to the heroes with the deepest respect.

The young ones are anxious to find their relatives or friends, and they search the monument to the heroes eagerly, trying to see if their names are there.

Because according to military orders, soldiers on the battlefield are not allowed to contact their families. Therefore, those relatives who have not received the death notice are always worried and uneasy.

Knowing that every hero has returned to the country, they can no longer hold back and can't wait to come and check it out.

When we see that there is no name of our loved one on the tombstone, we will be glad that our loved one is still alive. At that moment, we will feel a mixture of joy of relief and grief for the martyrs.

But at the same time, I was shocked by the neat rows of tombstones, the flying white paper flowers, and the cries of people in the martyrs' cemetery. Unconsciously, tears flowed down my face.

We know very well that behind each name is a once vibrant life, a hero who sacrificed bravely for the country and the people.

This heavy sacrifice makes everyone who comes here feel the cruelty of war and the preciousness of peace.

Among the many people who came to pay their respects, Chen's fiancée Su Qin and sister Han Xiaoyu also came to the Martyrs' Cemetery with trepidation.

Along the way, Han Xiaoyu held Su Qin tightly and asked with a worried look on her face: "Sister-in-law, is my brother okay? I can't get in touch with him for such a long time. I'm really worried."

Su Qin looked at Xiaoyu, and was extremely worried, but she still pretended to be calm, patted Xiaoyu gently and comforted her: "Xiaoyu, didn't we receive the news? Don't worry, I believe your brother will be fine."

Han Xiaoyu frowned and cried, "But I'm still worried. I heard that many people died."

Su Qin took a deep breath and looked at Yuan firmly: "Xiaoyu, no, your brother is so powerful, nothing will happen to him."

Han Xiaoyu's eyes were red: "Sister-in-law, if something happens to my brother, what should we do?"

Su Qin's voice trembled slightly, but she still tried to remain calm: "Xiaoyu, don't talk nonsense. Your brother is lucky. He promised to come back safely in a while."

Han Xiaoyu bit her lip and said, "Sister-in-law, I've been feeling very nervous since my brother entered the court."

Su Qin sighed: "You are no exception. Especially when the Shangfengling battle started, all kinds of rumors were flying around. Those few days were simply torture for you."

Han Xiaoyu clenched her fists: "That's right, sister-in-law. I don't even have the heart to go to school. I pay attention to the war news every day."

Su Qin had tears in her eyes: "I pray every day, praying that Chen will be safe and sound."

Han Xiaoyu choked up and said, "Sister-in-law, I couldn't help it today, so I dragged you to the Martyrs' Cemetery."

Su Qin gently hugged Han Xiaoyu and said, "Let's look for it together. Maybe we can get some information."

The two of them held hands and walked into the Martyrs' Cemetery with heavy steps.

Arriving at the Martyrs' Cemetery, Han Xiaoyu and Su Qin felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on their hearts, and their mood became heavier.

Those cold tombstones were like invisible shackles, making everyone who came in feel as if they were shrouded in an indescribable heavy atmosphere.

Su Qin and Han Xiaoyu slowly scanned the photos of the young, fresh, yet extremely determined soldiers on the tombstones, and their hearts were filled with endless grief and emotion.

They dared not imagine what kind of bloody storms and life and death tests these soldiers had experienced on the battlefield, but at the same time, they were full of deep respect for them.

Han Xiaoyu's eyes were filled with complex emotions. She looked at the tombstones and murmured to herself, "Sister-in-law, at this moment, I suddenly understood why my brother decided to sacrifice himself to complete the mission."

Su Qin gently held Han Xiaoyu's hand, her voice trembling slightly: "Xiaoyu, we are all heroes, all for your peace and happiness..."

Every step they took seemed to exhaust their whole body. Their eyes were always searching nervously, afraid of seeing familiar names and photos, but every time they passed a tombstone, they would stop unconsciously and gaze solemnly for a moment to express their respect for the martyrs.

This complex mixture of emotions was undoubtedly a painful torment for them.

Su Qin's heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She prayed silently in her heart that she would not see the name that broke her heart. Han Xiaoyu pursed her lips tightly, with fear and determination in her eyes.

Su Qin took a deep breath and tried to keep herself calm: "Xiaoyu, don't be afraid, maybe your brother..." After she finished speaking, her voice choked.

Han Xiaoyu bit her lip and said, "Sister-in-law, I'm not afraid, but I'm really worried."

The two of them walked forward slowly in a mixture of heaviness and respect, each step filled with uncertainty and fear.