City of Gods.

Headquarters.

Night Owl walked into the headquarters.

"General, the trip to the imperial capital is ready!"

"Military planes are already at the airport and ready to take off at any time."

Ye Xiao saluted Xuanyuan Yingxiong who was sitting behind the desk, and then spoke respectfully.

Xuanyuan Yingxiong put down the document in his hand.

His eyes looked at the map of Dragon Kingdom hanging on the wall.

"Not flying."

"We'll drive there."

he replied.

Night Owl was slightly confused.

It's only a few hours away by plane.

If you drive by car, it will take three full days.

Every minute of a general's time is extremely precious.

Is it worth wasting time like this?

All I heard was that Xuanyuan Hero's eyes were still staring at the map.

"The only thing in this world that I will never tire of seeing is this great river and mountain that we protected with our blood."

"Every inch of land in these thousands of miles of land is soaked in the blood of the soldiers who fought in the war."

"The martyrs' cemeteries are located on this road to the imperial capital."

"We have to go take a good look and pay homage to the soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country."

Xuanyuan Hero sighed.

He seemed to be lost in nostalgia for those days.

Ye Xiao couldn't help but feel heavy in his heart.

Back then, he also went through many hardships and dangers before coming back alive from the battlefield.

There are too many comrades around him, but they will never come back.

The poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a spring boudoir dream...

"General, my subordinates are going to prepare the car."

Night Owl said, turned and left.

In order to commemorate the comrades who sacrificed their lives for the country in the past, it is worth spending more time!

The convoy sets off.

Directly towards the imperial capital.

Two days later.

Yuncheng Cemetery.

Martyrs Cemetery.

There are dense cypress trees and the tombs of martyrs are located here.

Xuanyuan Yingxiong and Ye Xiao arrived here.

They came to the Martyrs' Monument and placed the flowers in their hands under the tombstone.

This is the site of a tragic and unusual battle.

The battle that year was known as the Yuncheng Meat Grinder.

Countless soldiers shed their blood here.

Therefore, the Martyrs Cemetery here has become one of the largest cemeteries.

Xuanyuan Heroes and Ye Xiao stood in solemn silence in front of the tombs of many martyrs.

At this time.

An old man came over.

"The 22nd Division, the 46th Division, the 37th Division, and the 55th Division came for reinforcements."

"More than 40,000 people are all sleeping here."

"Fortunately, there are still people who remember you and come to visit you."

It is not difficult to tell from the old man's clothes that he is the tombkeeper here.

Xuanyuan Hero and Ye Xiao looked at the old man.

The old man also looked at them.

"Looking at your temperament, you two are soldiers, right?"

"Are there two comrades here?"

Although the old man's figure is already stooped, it is not difficult to tell from the details of his movements that he has also received strict military training.

He was also a soldier.

Xuanyuan Hero nodded slightly: "Back then, I served in the 62nd Division."

The old man smiled and said, "Then you are lucky."

"When the 62nd Division arrived for reinforcements, this meat grinder battle was coming to an end, so your division's casualties were not too large."

"And our 22nd Division is in dire straits..."

"We were at the forefront from the very beginning of the battle to meet the enemy's most ferocious attack."

"Let's hold our position on the top and not retreat even an inch."

"Faced with ten times the number of enemies, our 22nd Division was wiped out in less than two days..."

When the old man said this, the wrinkles on his face were deeply wrinkled.

Those ravine-like wrinkles seemed to contain too much blood and tears.

His cloudy eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was recalling the past.

He told: "My comrades and regimental commander took special care of me after they heard that all my sons had died."

"A total of two thousand people in our group, except for me, fell on this land."

"I couldn't survive originally, but it was the regiment leader who gave me hope of survival."

"He told me: Lao Xu, all your sons are dead, and your granddaughter still needs someone to raise her. If anyone can survive this battle, Lao Xu, you must be one of them."

"In the end, he helped me withstand a bullet. He fell, and I survived."

"So I want to guard the graves of the regiment leader and comrades until the last moment of my life."

As he spoke, he leaned down and pulled out the newly grown weeds from the cracks in the rocks.

The old man pulled out all the weeds and wiped the tombstone clean.

After cleaning one tomb, he went to clean another one, no longer paying attention to Xuanyuan Yingxiong and Ye Xiao.

This is what the old man does every day, day after day, year after year.

Xuanyuan Hero sighed slightly.

The battle back then was so brutal.

When young people died in battle, older people could only be recruited.

Like the old man in front of me, there are not a few people who go to war at a young age.

Xuanyuan Hero and Ye Xiao silently watched the old man cleaning the back of the tombstone, then raised their hands and saluted.

Every veteran deserves respect.

Then, the two of them prepared to turn around and leave.

And this time.

But a sound of running air was heard.

"Old guy! Are you still here sweeping the graves of dead people?"

"How do you think about what I talked to you about last time?"

Along with this sound, a group of tough men were seen approaching menacingly.

The leader was a black man with dragons tattooed on his arms.
To be continued...