Yes, the mountains around the base of the Independent Regiment are not full of lush green that represents life, but white.

Spirit-convincing flags are planted all over the surrounding mountains.

Because, the souls of the soldiers who died on the battlefield of resistance against Japan will return to their hometowns.

Liu Lang's eyes moistened involuntarily.

Yes, he returned, with victory, but half of the 2,500 men who went with him did not come back on their own, but from a small box. They can no longer soak up the sun in this lush spring, and they can no longer cry and laugh in this base where their sweat and tears are condensed.

Even if their names were written on each of the spirit flags, they could not echo any of the cries of their loved ones.

At the moment when Liu Lang's eyes were moist and stopped, a group of people were already standing at the gate of the base, standing there quietly, waiting for their commander to return.

His eyes slid over the face of the leader Liang Wenzhong, Ye Qisun, Fan Ziran, and Xiao Yangniuer were all familiar people, Liu Lang showed a smile with difficulty, and walked over in stride.

"Salute" Liang Wenzhong mustered all his strength and roared.

All the independent regiments present, including the sentries on duty on the mountain and down the mountain, all raised their right arms and gave a standard military salute to Liu Lang.

"You've worked hard." Liu Lang returned the military salute seriously, and rushed to Liang Wenzhong and others.

"We don't work hard, the chief works hard, and the brothers who go out to fight for the country work hard." Liang Wenzhong and the soldiers of the Independent Regiment did not put down their hands in a military salute, and shouted in unison.

Liu Lang paused, and held back tears for a long time, and couldn't help but burst out of his eyes at this moment. Liang Wenzhong and several officers who greeted him, as well as the nearby sentries, finally couldn't hold back their tears.

Although the army of the Independent Regiment has not yet returned, they all know that there are 1,342 comrades-in-arms, and they will never be seen.

A captain who had killed countless enemies on the battlefield and his group of subordinates who were in charge of staying behind looked at each other silently in the dusk of the setting sun, with military salutes, tears sliding down their faces as hard as iron, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on them, shining a little luster.

In her autobiography many years later, Xiao Yangniuer described Liu Lang as the most heartwarming moment for her.

He was the bravest knight in my eyes, and the murderous Japanese samurai retreated under his almost ferocious martial arts; He was the most bloody and the most ruthless soldier in my eyes, for the slaughtered of his fellow clan, he chased and killed hundreds of miles with the lives of several times the enemy's life as a memorial, and the cruel view of the ancient Oriental country was terrifying; He, who was also the most cunning and wise merchant in my eyes, not only succeeded in making the Ross family a vassal of the business group under his leadership, but also succeeded in making the princess of the Ross family lose her heart; But all of this was overturned by myself in this early summer when the sun set.

Such a strong man, after meeting another group of men who were also hard as stones, actually cried after a simple military salute. Was he excited to meet a friend? No, I know, he was nostalgic, nostalgic for the warriors who fell asleep and could never wake up.

Yes, while the light of the setting sun shone in his tear-grooming eyes, I, Rosselde. Laura's heart was softer than ever, and she wanted to hold him in her arms and tell him that every warrior who died fighting for freedom would return to the arms of God, and they would become the brightest stars in the sky of this mysterious country in the East. They will all be proud and proud of themselves, and they will be glad to have such a commander as him.

"Finished." Liu Lang suddenly laughed, laughed fiercely, and threw his felt hat into the air, "We have won." ”

"Victory, victory, victory." The warriors wept and imitated their commanders, throwing their hats in the air and shouting in love.

"Professor Ye, I've made you smile, it's been hard all the way." Liu Lang first walked towards Ye Qisun, who was in the welcoming crowd.

"Commander Liu, although I have never had the opportunity to see the heroic appearance of your army, but today, between the salutes of this officer and soldier, Lao Ye has a glimpse of it, and it is really a blessing for my Republic of China and my Chinese nation to have such a strong army." Ye Qisun held Liu Lang's hand and sighed.

"The luck of the Chinese nation is not only for the thousands of people in the Independent Regiment, but because of the thousands of people who are determined to fight hard for the rise of the Chinese nation. Do you say yes or no? Liu Lang said seriously.

"Haha, Commander Liu never forgets to put my old Ye's army! Since you, Regiment Commander Liu and the soldiers, don't even want their lives, how dare I, Lao Ye, hide it, without him, just do my best. Ye Qisun couldn't help laughing.

Liu Lang's heart was surging, maybe at this moment, Comrade Lao Ye didn't just regard the independent regiment base as a teaching practice base, if a scientific giant burst out of his full energy, it would undoubtedly be terrifying, especially when he was still with a group of future scientific elites.

Only in this way can they perfectly realize the ideas given by Liu Lang from the future that have been fully realized, no need to lead too much, as long as twenty years, the black technology designed by the independent regiment can make the little devils look for teeth all over the ground, Liu Lang has this self-confidence, even in the future, the wisdom of the military industry of the Republic has given the Republic a place in a world where strong enemies are like forests.

There is no welcome dinner, because, whether it is celebration or memorial, it is a time when everyone needs to return.

The army of the Independent Regiment led by Tang Yongming will arrive early tomorrow morning, and now they have been sleeping overnight in a place that is only 30 miles away from the base of the Independent Regiment.

At five o'clock in the morning, the sky was still dark, and Liu Lang had already put on his usual dress and waited at the gate of the independent regiment base.

On both sides of him, stood Liang Wenzhong and the 500 soldiers who stayed at the base, originally 120 regular soldiers and 380 militiamen with the status of strong men, after Liu Lang returned last night with a military order, the 380 militiamen were all transferred to the rank of second-class soldiers on active duty, and now, they are also official soldiers of the independent regiment.

Both Liu Lang and the soldiers wore white armbands on their right arms, and 500 officers and soldiers lined up in neat queues on both sides of the road.

Behind Liu Lang were nearly 3,000 people dressed in ordinary clothes, with at least half of their heads wrapped in white linen. They are all family members of the recruits recruited by the Independent Regiment in various parts of Guangyuan, and as early as a few days ago, Liang Wenzhong had already followed Liu Lang's previous order and took all of them to the base of the Independent Regiment.

They will welcome the return of their relatives and children, both alive and dead, in this early morning.

The crowd greeted was much more than that.

On the hillside not far away, there is a group of women and children with white cloth wrapped around their heads, they are the families of the Dare to Die Company, 144 people were killed on the spot in the first battle of Gushan City, and 16 people were finally seriously injured and died, a total of 160 people died, and the 206 people of the Death Company became one of the companies with the largest number of dead in the independent regiment, and 80% of the soldiers of the Dare to Die Company came from the bandits of Heilong Mountain, and their families were all dressed in linen and filial piety, and basically would not fail.

In their words, although the recruits of the Independent Regiment are not their relatives, they are also the children of their villages, and they are also heroes who serve the country.

They did not come empty-handed, they brought wine and meat, gongs and drums, and they wanted to welcome the return of the soldiers with the unique rites of the Sichuan people.