The joy of the end of the war was still in everyone's heart, and the soldiers of the Daxia army boarded the train back home in an orderly manner the next morning.
Zhang Fei, Chen Ping and other relevant personnel of the command department also boarded the train carrying honor and yearning.
When returning home, General Jin, the leader of the North Dynasty, personally led officials of all levels of the North Dynasty to the station early. The scene was decorated solemnly and enthusiastically. General Jin had a solemn face and his eyes were full of sincere gratitude.
He held Zhang Fei's hand tightly, and said with a choked voice: "General Zhang and all the soldiers, the people of the Northern Dynasty are extremely grateful to you. Those soldiers of Daxia who sacrificed for our common cause are our eternal heroes, and I am deeply sorry for this."
Zhang Fei returned the greeting solemnly, saying: "For peace, all this is worth it."
The train started slowly, and started on the way home. The first stop was Bianjing County. As the train approached, people could be seen gathering at the Daxia Domestic Station from a distance.
Upon hearing the news that the soldiers had returned triumphantly, people rushed from all directions and waited at the station early to welcome the returning heroes.
Colorful flags were flying around the station, and banners were filled with praise and respect for the heroes.
When the train stopped safely and the doors opened, enthusiastic cheers and applause surged like a tide. Flowers, hugs, and excited tears turned the entire station into a sea of joy and emotion.
At the same time, triumphal songs were played all over the country. In the streets and alleys of cities and in the fields of the countryside, people were immersed in the joy of victory.
The radio played exciting music, celebrating the great victory of the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. Children ran with laughter, the eyes of the elderly were full of tears, and everyone was proud of the warriors of the motherland.
Chen Ping and Zhang Fei, dressed in neat military uniforms and looking solemn, led the members of the Dragon Flame Special Forces to the Martyrs Cemetery. The cemetery was quiet and solemn, with sunlight shining through the gaps between the leaves, forming patches of light.
When Chen Ping brought Lin Ruoxi and the others to the tombstone of Li Xiaolang and the warriors, time seemed to freeze at this moment.
Even though a year and a half had passed, when that familiar yet heartbreaking tombstone appeared before his eyes again, and when he saw a clear photo of the tombstone again, that once vivid face could only be frozen on this small tombstone. Chen Ping's heart still felt like it had been hit by a heavy hammer, and he found it difficult to accept this cruel reality.
His lips trembled and his voice choked with sobs as he said, "Brothers, we've come to see you. We're going home." Each word seemed to carry the weight of a thousand words, filled with endless sorrow and longing.
The soldiers stood quietly in front of the tombstone, watching their comrades who had fought and died together in the past lying quietly in this cold grave, grief surging in their hearts like a tide.
They bit their lips tightly, trying hard to hold back the tears, but their eyes were already red.
Lin Ruoxi slowly squatted in front of Li Xiaolang's tombstone, stroking the photo with trembling hands. The scenes of training and carrying out missions with Li Xiaolang in the past kept flashing in her mind. She wanted to express her feelings in a thousand words, but she didn't know where to start.
Her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and all her words were drowned by the surging tears. She could only sob silently, letting her tears drip onto the ground in front of the tombstone.
The breeze blew gently, as if sighing for the souls of the fallen heroes. The cemetery was silent, with only the occasional sound of birds and the suppressed cries of soldiers, as if telling their deceased comrades about their nostalgia and reluctance.
After paying tribute to the martyrs, Zhang Fei, Chen Ping and others came to the airport with a heavy but determined mood and flew to Beijing on a special plane.
After several hours of flying, they still couldn't calm down, and scenes from the battlefield and the figures of their comrades kept appearing in their minds.
The special plane finally arrived in Beijing, and Zhang Jun, a military official, and other state dignitaries were waiting at the airport early. In order to ensure safety and order, the airport was temporarily strictly controlled.
After the people of Beijing learned the news that Zhang Fei and Chen Ping were about to return, they spontaneously gathered at the airport early, and the crowd was full of anticipation and joy.
After Su Qin and Han Xiaoyu learned the exact time of Chen Ping's return, they asked for leave from their work units early and could not wait to wait outside the airport.
They looked eagerly, their eyes fixed towards the airport entrance, their hearts filled with longing and concern for their loved ones.
Han Xiaoyu was particularly excited. She kept looking back and forth at the crowd, muttering, "Why haven't you come yet? Why haven't you come yet?"
Finally, when they saw Chen Ping in the special car, Han Xiaoyu was so excited that her voice changed and she shouted loudly: "Sister-in-law, it's brother, it's brother!"
Su Qin's eyes instantly moistened, and her hands unconsciously grasped the corners of her clothes. She nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, it's him, it's him."
Chen Ping was sitting in the car with the window rolled down. He was focused on waving to the enthusiastic crowd and did not see Su Qin and Han Xiaoyu for the time being.
There were many people gathered outside the airport to greet him, huge crowds of people, and everyone's face was filled with reverence and joy.
Leaving the airport, looking around, the entire streets of Beijing were full of people welcoming them.
People waved national flags and cheered loudly. Banners and colorful flags were hung on both sides of the road, full of praise and respect for the heroes.
The vehicle that Chen Ping and his companions were riding in moved forward slowly. In this warm welcoming atmosphere, they felt the deep friendship of the motherland and the people.
Chen Ping took a special car and drove slowly along the wide streets to Zijin Pavilion, accompanied by the cheers of the people of Beijing. On both sides of the road, enthusiastic people cheered, colorful flags fluttered, and flowers were clustered, as if the whole capital was immersed in a sea of joy and glory.
The special car finally arrived at Zijin Pavilion. King Li Qiankun and various political leaders of Daxia had been waiting anxiously and expectantly in Zijin Pavilion for a long time.
After getting off the car, Zhang Fei and Chen Ping straightened their uniforms, followed Zhang Jun with solemn expressions, and walked towards the Zijin Pavilion with firm steps.
Li Qiankun got up early and came to the door to greet him. He smiled and his eyes were full of satisfaction and admiration. When Zhang Fei approached, Li Qiankun took the lead in extending his hand, holding Zhang Fei's hand tightly, and said in an excited tone: "General Zhang Fei, you and your soldiers fought bravely on the front line and made great contributions to the country. Your bravery and tenacity are worthy of everyone's admiration and learning!" Zhang Fei saluted solemnly and replied in a loud voice: "Serving the country is an obligation!"
Immediately, Li Qiankun held Chen Ping's hand again, his eyes full of praise: "General Chen Ping, and fellow Dragon Flame warriors, your outstanding performance on the battlefield is visible to all. You are the pride of the country and the backbone of the nation!"
Chen Ping's eyes revealed his determination and loyalty as he responded, "Thank you for your praise, my Lord. I will do whatever it takes to protect my country!"
Various political leaders also came forward and greeted Zhang Fei and Chen Ping enthusiastically, and highly praised and commended their heroic performance and outstanding contributions in the war.
At this time, Li Qiankun stepped forward and spoke passionately: "Dear brave warriors, you fought bloody battles on the front line, never retreated in the face of powerful enemies, and defended the dignity and territorial integrity of the country with your blood and lives. Your achievements will be recorded in history forever, and your spirit will inspire generations of Great Xia children. The country and the people will never forget your dedication and sacrifice!"
Everyone at the scene was infected by Li Qiankun's words, and their hearts were filled with endless pride and sense of mission.