Back in the wasteland, the smoke has not cleared, but the battle situation has been decided. Among the thousands of Bann's people, more than 2,000 backbone troops are retreating, and black servants who have lost their command are running around. There are thousands of corpses on the battlefield, and the Aurora Legion
But they were unable to pursue them and could only clean up the battlefield.
'Dongshuang' disappeared directly in front of Zhou Qingfeng's eyes. Although Ma Keshi next to him felt strange, he didn't say anything. Zhou Qingfeng asked him to chase the remaining enemies. The mutant leader was immediately overjoyed. He shouted with a machine gun and led
Rush forward as soon as possible.
The power armor was already broken. It was hard to imagine that there was once a timid, scared girl who fainted at the sight of blood. In order to survive, she had to develop a second personality. Zhou Qingfeng stood beside the armored body in shock for a long time -
-The world is so vast, but there are very few people who can understand him.
"Fuck, I was a loser who couldn't even find a job back then. I'm so scared!" Zhou Qingfeng didn't want to look at the powered armor anymore. At most, he would just have someone put it away.
Walking alone on the battlefield, Zhou Qingfeng slowly walked back to his own control area. Xiang Ming and his team were cleaning the battlefield. When he saw Zhou Qingfeng's appearance, he finally felt relieved - the wealth and lives of more than 200,000 people depended on this.
A big boss, but this big boss went to the battlefield to wander around.
How hateful!
Before seeing Zhou Qingfeng, Xiang Ming had been holding back something to say, and even wanted to scold him. But when the tired-looking Zhou Qingfeng actually appeared, everyone was in awe, and no one wanted to blame him.
sentence.
Thousands of Benn's men came to kill, but Uncle Zhou defeated them like melons and vegetables. This is already legendary. You must know that he did not use any high-tech weapons, airships, propeller fighters, instead he used
The attack aircraft, transport plane, and all the equipment look like a joke.
Any other force would have been beaten to a pulp by Ban En, but when they met Zhou Qingfeng, they were disgraced. This victory gave the Chinese in Angola great confidence. Especially after knowing that the 'Winter Frost' was finished, it was even more...
It caused a lot of jubilation.
Although others cheered, Zhou Qingfeng himself was filled with loneliness. When he walked to the bridge where the corpse was suspended, many people were about to bring down the telephone poles. He immediately said in a deep voice: "Stop first, find a cameraman, and help
These corpses were photographed as souvenirs.”
Someone advised: "These corpses are too dead and don't look good. It would be better to put them down and trim them before taking pictures."
"Misery? Don't be afraid of dying miserably in war." Zhou Qingfeng's words are unshakable. "If we can really build a Chinese country in Africa one day, we must take out a few photos to show it. Tell future generations not to think that everything is miserable.
It’s all in vain. Some people died miserably in order to build this country.”
"Yes, take photos." Xiang Ming also expressed his affirmative support, "Not only do we have to take photos, we also have to hold a grand funeral for these martyrs."
When you say you want to hold a funeral, you really need to hold a grand and solemn memorial service. It must be grand, the scene must be grand, and it must be full of sorrow and honor. Everyone in Luanda who is not at work must attend, and try every means to give the martyrs the maximum
of honor.
After taking the photos, the body was put down. The dirt was washed away with clean water, the wounds were covered as much as possible, and the body was even changed into clean clothes.
There was no ready-made coffin, so we could only find a few wooden boards and simply nail them together. The corpse was placed in it, and Zhou Qingfeng personally carried the coffin back to the city. In external publicity, these martyrs who died of abuse were to resist the brutality.
Sacrificed by Bane's influence.
The news of a memorial service spread over the radio, and on the way back carrying the coffin, a crowd of farewells gradually gathered. The compatriots who had received the news rushed over and stood in awe on both sides. There were no white flowers, no sorrow and music, only an atmosphere of solemnity and mourning, which made people feel sad.
It's depressing but also touching.
At this moment, there are thousands of Chinese in Luanda, thousands of expeditionary death squads, thousands of white women waiting to be transferred, and the largest number are tens of thousands of blacks.
Satin, who was imprisoned not long ago, was also asked to see him off. When receiving this order, Satin and other black people undergoing transformation did not dare to say anything openly, but they all complained in their hearts - wouldn't it mean that a few people died?
Where and when in Africa are no people dying now?
When you die, you can just bury it, or even throw it into the wilderness. How simple! Now we are still required to do some farewell? Do we need to hold a memorial service? Do we need to commemorate? What are these Chinese people thinking in their heads? Really
I can’t figure it out!
With a lot of complaints, Sardin was rushed to the stage of the memorial service. This work was not enough if he did not work hard. There were guards watching over him. If he did not do well, he would be criticized in the lightest way, and in the worst case, he would be locked up in a dark room.
There were no wreaths, no pines and cypresses, and even white paper could not be found at the moment. People could only find wooden boards and carve an elegiac couplet to express their feelings. The form could be simple, but the grief was not casual. In Sardine, they were busy working
At that time, crowds began to gather at the memorial service.
"Wow, why are there so many people gathered here?" Satin was building a wooden platform with a hammer in his hand. He looked around at the temporarily selected venue and was puzzled? This is just a relatively wide street. In terms of location,
nothing special.
There were a lot of garbage and ruins that had not been cleaned up on the streets, and the people who came here took it upon themselves to move these obstacles. Everyone was silent and only had the energy to work hard.
This silent scene made Sardin afraid to speak casually. However, when he saw his usually fierce and fierce discipline, he also became sad and sad, as if he had been hungry for three days and three nights without eating.
Slowly, after Sardin built the wooden platform, several more heavy cannons were pulled over near the venue. Really heavy cannons! And there were no blank rounds, so they simply loaded them with live ammunition, or full charges. The cannons roared and landed like thunder.
, so frightened the black people such as Sardine that they trembled and didn’t know what to do?
Soon, amidst the sound of cannons, a slow-moving team appeared in the distance. In front of it was a simple coffin carried by everyone, and behind it were hundreds of people bidding farewell. Sardin watched them using extremely slow and extremely slow words.
Moving forward at a steady pace, it took more than half an hour to walk just a few hundred meters.
On both sides of the road and in the venue, the sound of crying gradually came, and many big men burst into tears. Sardin braved the courage and asked the guard, "Why are you crying? Is your legion commander dead?"
"Nonsense, our legion commander is alive and well, and the person carrying the coffin in front of him is him. Those who died were our good brothers. They died for us, and we feel very sad." The words of the discipline sounded very clear, but Sardin listened.
Still don't understand.
It's not that the leader is dead, why are you crying like this? Sardin doesn't understand even more. What he doesn't understand even more is how the death of a small soldier can cause such a fight? The various forces in Africa will never die for someone.
An insignificant little person engages in such a big battle.
Just under the rhythmic sound of cannons and footsteps, the team carrying the coffin had already arrived under the wooden platform. One after another, people came forward to bow to the martyrs in the coffins. This atmosphere of reverence, sadness, and remembrance reached a climax.
Seeing countless people coming forward to pay high respect to the dead, the black people standing nearby were all in a collective daze.
Sardin dreamed that one day he would be able to sit on a high platform and feel the respect and awe of others. Although he really didn't understand why there were several corpses to bow to, this did not prevent him from participating in the atmosphere of the scene - if he accepted it now
How great would it be if I was the one who bowed?
No, no, I don’t want to receive such respect after becoming a dead person!
But..., if after death you can be remembered by so many people, be loved by thousands of people, and even a big shot who commands a population of millions and controls a territory of thousands of miles can personally carry the coffin, that seems pretty good!
At this point, Sardin suddenly felt his body tremble, and a feeling he had never experienced before was poured into his brain. A numbing pleasure shot from the tail vertebrae straight to the sky, as if he was already dead, as if his soul had left the body.
The worship of the people.
I am also a small person. If I can be admired like this, it seems that my life has not been in vain. Such a life should be recorded in history! Such a life can be called great!
Sadin suddenly cried with tears in his eyes. When the tears flowed out, the guard next to him saw that he was actually wiping them with his hands, and asked in surprise: "Sadin, why are you crying?"
Sardin couldn't explain clearly. He was just filled with sadness and said with tears in his eyes: "I suddenly felt that it would be good if I could die like this. But I am a black man, why did I cry?"