. The originally tight and orderly defense line began to fall into chaos, with soldiers fleeing everywhere and pushing each other. Some enemies even threw away their weapons and tried to escape, but Xiao Yi and the soldiers did not give them any chance. Xiao Yi shouted loudly: "Don't let an enemy go!" The soldiers were inspired by him and pursued the defeated enemy more bravely. Under this final charge, the enemy's defense line completely collapsed. The battlefield was filled with smoke and dust, the enemy's flag fell, and the cheers of Xiao Yi and the soldiers rang out on this land. They exchanged their blood and lives for this hard-won victory.
They had captured the enemy base, triumphing in a brutal battle. Xiao Yi and his fellow soldiers poured into the enemy base like a tide, their footsteps echoing through the empty compound with a sense of triumph. The once impregnable enemy base was now beneath their feet. The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder, the buildings etched with scars of battle, the ruins bearing witness to the brutality of the fierce battle. Xiao Yi stood in the center, his chest heaving violently, sweat streaming down his resolute face. The soldiers cheered, hugged each other, tears of excitement welling in their eyes. They rejoiced in this hard-earned victory and wept for their fallen comrades. Some soldiers collapsed on the ground, exhausted, panting heavily, yet smiles of relief spread across their faces. The military flag fluttered in the wind, symbolizing their glory and victory. Xiao Yi watched all this with mixed emotions. He knew this victory had been won with countless blood and lives. They began searching every corner of the base, seizing enemy weapons and supplies. Every room, every corner bore the traces of their battle. In the command post, Xiao Yi discovered the enemy's battle plans and confidential documents, crucial fruits of their victory. He clutched these documents tightly, as if grasping the hope of the future. Outside the base, sunlight gradually penetrated the clouds, shedding light on this war-torn land. The figures of Xiao Yi and his fellow soldiers, illuminated by the sunlight, appeared exceptionally tall and majestic. With their tenacious will and fearless courage, they had won this brutal battle and written their own legend.
But Xiao Yi felt no joy as he gazed upon the corpses strewn across the ground. Only deep sorrow for his fallen comrades and a resolute resolve for the future remained. He stood silently, his gaze slowly sweeping over the cold bodies scattered across the battlefield. The smoke had not yet completely cleared, but within the hazy haze, the familiar faces of his comrades were frozen in time. His eyes betrayed no trace of the joy of victory, but instead, an endless sorrow and grief. Every time he saw a familiar face, memories of fighting side by side, laughing together, and dreaming of the future together flooded back like a tide, stinging his soul. He walked over to the body of a young soldier. The soldier's eyes were still open, as if still gazing at the battlefield ahead, filled with a longing for victory. Xiao Yi gently closed his eyes, tears welling in his eyes. "Brother, we won, but you can't see it..." he muttered, his voice trembling and hoarse. The blood that stained the ground red, intertwined with broken weapons and damaged military flags, formed a tragic scene. Xiao Yi's heart felt like it had been hit by a sledgehammer, the pain so severe that he couldn't breathe. However, in this deep sorrow, a firm determination took root in his heart. He knew that the sacrifice of his comrades must not be in vain, and the victory they exchanged their lives for must be meaningful. Xiao Yi clenched his fists and secretly vowed: "I will continue to move forward with your faith. For peace, for no more war, and for the happiness of more people, I will never retreat." The wind blew gently, lifting the corners of his clothes. His sad but determined figure was like an immortal monument on this devastated battlefield.
As the smoke of battle gradually cleared, Xiao Yi immediately organized his men to begin cleaning up the battlefield. Standing on the devastated battlefield, Xiao Yi gazed at the fading smoke, his face solemn and stern. He took a deep breath, as if breathing in the pain and exhaustion of battle. "Assemble!" Xiao Yi shouted, his voice a little hoarse, yet still imbued with authority. The soldiers quickly gathered, their faces still etched with the fatigue of battle and the joy of victory, but more so with the sorrow for their fallen comrades. "Brothers, the battle isn't over yet. We must clean up this battlefield and let our fallen comrades rest in peace." Xiao Yi's gaze swept over each man with a resolute determination. Then, he began methodically assigning tasks. Some were tasked with collecting the bodies of their comrades, carefully lifting each one onto stretchers, their movements gentle and solemn, as if afraid to disturb the slumbering spirits. Others began clearing the battlefield of weapons and ammunition, gathering the usable and sorting the damaged ones. There were also some people repairing the fortifications destroyed by artillery fire. They moved stones, carried wood, and tried to restore some order to the battlefield. Xiao Yi himself was not idle either. He personally participated in the work of collecting the remains. He bent down and held the body of a comrade in his hands, his eyes full of grief and respect. Under the leadership of Xiao Yi, the soldiers worked silently. The only sounds on the battlefield were footsteps, the sound of moving heavy objects, and the occasional suppressed sobs. The sun gradually set in the west, and the golden afterglow sprinkled on the battlefield, reflecting the busy figures of the soldiers and illuminating the hopeful road ahead of them.
The wounded were quickly rushed to the medical area for treatment, while the fallen were solemnly carried back to base for a memorial service. The battlefield was a scene of bustle and solemnity. Some of the wounded soldiers were still bleeding from their wounds, others had already fallen unconscious, but their comrades didn't hesitate. Stretchers were quickly brought in, and the wounded were gently placed on them. Then, teams of specially assigned escorts rushed to the medical area at top speed. Their steps were hurried yet steady, their eyes filled with anxiety and concern. Every bump in the road made their hearts leap to their throats, fearing to cause further pain to the wounded. The bodies of the fallen soldiers were carried by their comrades with the utmost dignity. Their movements were gentle and respectful, as if they were holding the most precious treasures in the world. Their expressions were solemn, their eyes filled with grief and reluctance. The setting sun cast long shadows over them. The fallen soldiers were slowly carried back to the base. People stood silently along the road, some saluting, others shedding tears, paying their deepest respects to these heroic martyrs. A dedicated area had been prepared at the base for their burial. White sheets draped over the martyrs, as if offering a final sanctification. People busily prepared for the upcoming memorial service. Bouquets of flowers were placed around the scene, and elegiac couplets were hung. The air was filled with sadness, yet also with reverence and remembrance for the martyrs.
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