That familiar name is Zhang Yuanlei!
At the time, he piloted a bomber that crashed into the U.S. air force squadron leader, killing himself in the crash.
For a moment, Ye Feng's hands trembled even more violently.
I remember that Ye Feng's Star Medal was awarded to him by Ye Feng when he came to Haidong.
Along the way, Zhang Yuanlei had helped him a great deal, and Ye Feng felt deeply saddened that Zhang Yuanlei had sacrificed his life for the country.
A perfectly healthy person, gone just like that.
Zhang Dabiao knew that Ye Feng and Zhang Yuanlei had a good relationship, so he went over to comfort him.
"Sect Leader, please accept my condolences."
"Zhang Yuanlei sacrificed his life for his country, which is the highest honor for a soldier."
Ye Feng nodded heavily and continued reading.
Hu Dabiao sacrificed his life for his country.
This man was the captain of the city gate guards. When the battle just began, he deserted with a group of his men.
Later, he had a change of heart and secretly returned, leading his men to shield the people behind them from the blizzard with their own bodies, turning into ice sculptures.
Among the crowd were his wife and young children.
Those soldiers were the only ones whose bodies were preserved intact and were permanently kept in the city, named the Ice Sculpture Heroes Team!
For posterity to admire.
The group of martial artists who froze to death were all in different poses, but without exception, they all maintained a forward charging posture.
The look of someone facing death remained on everyone's face.
They are all heroes, not one of them is a coward!
Amidst the cold wind, a childish voice faintly drifted over.
"Mom, look! Dad's turned into an ice man! He's smiling at me..."
The woman's shoulders heaved as she sobbed incessantly.
Numerous suppressed cries could be heard.
Ye Feng felt a tightness in his chest and turned his head away, unable to bear watching this scene.
Among them, some lost their husbands, some lost their children, and some lost their friends.
Zhang Dabiao, Black Snake, Dongfang Sheng, and others stood solemnly, bowing their heads in silent tribute to express their deep sorrow for the deceased.
Many people were sobbing quietly.
The northwest wind howled, as if mourning the fallen heroes.
Many heroic souls have been buried.
There were also many unknown martial artists, as well as ordinary people in the city.
They bravely charged onto the battlefield, detonating their spirit explosive grenades, willing to perish together with the enemy warriors.
The explosion left no trace of the bodies; it was an extremely tragic and heroic scene.
A common man's rage can spill blood within five steps!
Despite his grief, Ye Feng had Zhang Dabiao erect a monument to the nameless heroes of the Great Xia Dynasty, about 100 meters high, in the town's main square.
It is dedicated to commemorating heroes who did not leave their names.
He personally led a group to pay their respects. White flowers were placed in front of the monument to the fallen heroes and the graves of many martyrs, fluttering and falling in the wind.
"Dongfang Sheng, you write the eulogy."
"It's the sect leader."
Dressed in a blue robe, Dongfang Sheng walked out with a solemn expression and heavy steps. He held a pen in one hand, looked up at the tall stone tablet in front of him, and scenes from the battlefield flashed through his mind.
One after another, warriors from the Great Xia Dynasty charged into battle amidst a hail of bullets.
A martial artist fell down.
And then countless more martial artists rose up.
Dongfang Sheng's eyes gradually reddened.
"Owner."
The ghost servant had already prepared the grinding stone and stood respectfully to one side.
Dongfang Sheng pondered for a moment, then dipped his large brush in ink, rose into the air, and hovered in front of the stone tablet. Each stroke was neat and powerful, the characters majestic and vigorous, with iron hooks and silver strokes.
Hardships and misfortunes began with the first classic text, and the war left only desolation around the stars.
The land is shattered, like drifting catkins in the wind; one's fate is adrift, like duckweed battered by rain.
I had barely finished writing when a furious shout came from behind me.
"stop!"
"Who gave you permission to scribble and draw here? Take it down right now!"
Everyone turned around and glared angrily.
Dongfang Sheng ignored him, still hovering in mid-air, writing stroke by stroke.
He wrote very seriously and with great dedication.
With each stroke, the tip of the pen gleamed, faintly conveying the sounds of battle.
It's as if he's not writing a eulogy, but rather sketching a brutal battlefield filled with the smoke of gunpowder.
It's more like composing a tragic epic of heroes.
The enormous stone tablet exuded a chilling murderous aura.
At this moment, Dongfang Sheng seemed to have caught a spark of wisdom on the path of cultivation.
The person becomes one with the eulogy, immersed in a special and wondrous state.
Ye Feng could tell at a glance that the other party had suddenly entered a state of enlightenment.
At this crucial juncture, you absolutely must not disturb him.
Otherwise, there is a high possibility of going astray and becoming possessed by evil spirits.
He led Zhang Dabiao and the others, striding forward to meet them and block their way.
Judging from their luxurious attire, the group of people coming from the opposite direction were definitely not ordinary martial artists.
They were all high-ranking officials in the capital.
Moreover, the level is not low.
Behind them followed more than 20,000 armored warriors, fully armed and marching in orderly steps, clearly well-trained elites.
These men were all guards of the capital, each one a top-notch individual.
The leader was a tall, robust old man with silver hair, wearing a brocade robe. He had a hooked nose and his eyes flashed with a sinister light. He was a peak eighth-grade Martial King, and it was he who had just spoken and rebuked them.
Zhang Dabiao stepped forward and quietly explained the man's identity to Ye Feng.
The old man's name was Geng Huogun. He was a favorite of the Grand Tutor and was in charge of the security and defense of the capital. He had a large group of skilled fighters under his command.
There was a guy named Geng Huogang before, who was his younger brother and the commander-in-chief of the martial arts law enforcement team. He was killed by Lin Baojian for helping him fight against Ye Feng.
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