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Chapter 127 Qingshan buried loyal bones

"Fox, what's your training method?"

Qin Yu took the mineral water handed over by the fox and said thank you. He was really tired from practicing the action plan this morning.

"Doesn't it feel completely different from the special forces training you imagined?" Fox sat down on the ground, smiled at Qin Yu, and said:

"Do you think we should carry a hundred pounds of weight when running, or crawl for several kilometers while running?"

The fox could guess what Qin Yu was thinking and showed his white teeth. Qin Yu nodded. The training method of these people was indeed beyond his expectation.

"Did you know that during World War II, those who wanted peace most were not others but the veterans who participated in the war? They hated war more than anyone else."

The fox looked forward, and Qin Yu was confused. He didn't know how to properly involve the World War II veteran, so he had to continue to wait for the fox's next words.

"For us, this is not so much a training base, but a haven for rest. Do you see the dormitory bungalows behind you? Five years ago, all the dormitories were full of people, and five years later,

There are still five or six dormitories left that are still occupied."

Qin Yu frowned and looked at the row of dormitories behind him. He slept in one of the dormitories there last night. There were about thirty dormitories in the whole row of bungalows. If four people lived in each dormitory, it meant that there were originally

There are more than a hundred special forces in total.

So now there are only about twenty people left here. Where did those disappeared people go? Qin Yu can figure it out without the fox telling him.

"You know, in our hearts, as long as we can return here alive, it is the greatest satisfaction. As for training, that is no longer needed. This is the only place where we can relax our body and mind."

The fox's words made Qin Yu's heart tremble. Although the fox's voice was very calm, Qin Yu still heard a trace of sadness in it. Thinking of seeing his comrades leaving one by one, even these steely men were filled with pain in their hearts.

"After leaving the base, I don't know if I will have the opportunity to sit on this playground and bask in the sun next time. Therefore, the days at the base are not training for us, but enjoyment."

The fox stood up and walked towards the Netherworld people. Looking at the fox's back, Qin Yu didn't know what to say for a moment. He only felt his eyes were a little astringent and unconsciously thought of that sentence: The cutest person.

You are all the cutest people!

The fox's words did not mention the dangers of their mission, but Qin Yu's mind was filled with such a picture. For the sake of the country and the nation, there is always a group of people who silently guard the country, but in the end they did not even let the people know their names.

, they are the current unsung heroes.

"Mr. Qin, please wait here for a moment. We will be ready to go when we arrive in a moment."

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, You Ming and others were carrying several large jars of wine. Qin Yu looked at it curiously. There was still wine in the base. This was incredible, especially since it was known as a training base for special forces.

"What are you doing?" Qin Yu was confused and asked.

"Go tell the brothers and tell them that we are going out to perform a mission." You Ming said with a smile. This is the tradition of their team. No matter what mission they are performing, before performing the mission, they must visit the graves of those comrades who have left.

Go to pay homage and chat with your comrades.

"I'll go with you." Qin Yu also wanted to visit these unknown heroes.

You Ming glanced at Qin Yu and said nothing. The five of them walked around the road and walked towards the mountain road for about ten minutes, and finally appeared in a pine forest.

In the flat pine forest, pine trees are neatly arranged vertically and horizontally. It is obvious that these pine trees were planted by humans, and under each pine tree, there is a tombstone erected. Qin Yu made a rough estimate and there should be no less than a hundred.

"Blast, Tank, go fill up the wine for all the brothers."

You Ming handed the wine jar to Kuangfeng and Tank. The two nodded. One person placed the bowl in front of each tombstone, and the other person was responsible for filling the bowl with wine.

"Hey!" Qin Yu looked at these tombstones, suddenly making a sound of surprise and frowning.

"What's wrong, Mr. Qin?" You Ming glanced at Qin Yu and asked.

"Some of these tombstones are empty."

Hearing Qin Yu's words, You Ming showed a bitter smile. He stared at the tombstone in front of him and said softly: "After some comrades went out to perform missions and died, they couldn't even find their bones. This tomb is just a tomb."

"But this is too much. There are more than a hundred tombstones, and more than half of them are empty tombs." Qin Yu couldn't imagine what kind of mission could be carried out to make people sacrifice, but not even the bones could be found.

"hehe."

Youming smiled and did not explain. This involved confidentiality regulations, so it was naturally impossible to tell Qin Yu. However, he was curious that Qin Yu could see that most of the tombstones were empty.

"How did Mr. Qin know that most of the tombs here are empty?"

"People also have auras after death, but the yin and yang auras are different. Some of these tombstones emit auras, indicating that someone is buried under them, but many tombstones have no aura at all. It is obvious that they are just empty spaces.

grave."

Qin Yu explained that the aura of these special forces soldiers was much stronger than the aura emanating from ordinary graves, and he could feel it from a long distance away.

"Why not return them to their families?" Qin Yu didn't believe that all these dead special forces soldiers were orphans. Logically, after they died, the ashes should be returned to their families.

"When we entered this base five years ago, we were already dead. The original identity files were already marked as dead, and their families had already died five years ago. If you tell them now, your

The child did not die five years ago, but just died. How many family members do you think can bear the pain twice?"

Five years should be able to slowly heal the wounds of these parents who lost their children. It is better to let them think that their sons died five years ago instead of opening their wounds again now.

Qin Yu's brows knitted together. You Ming's words made him understand why the ashes were not returned to the parents of these soldiers. However, the more he understood, the more sad he felt. The parents of these soldiers could not even know the real time of their death.

, destined to sleep under this green pine forever, only their comrades can remember them.

At the same time, Qin Yu also became more and more curious about this special force in Netherworld. What kind of special force was it, and it even changed the file to indicate that it was dead?

"Comrades, according to the rules of our team, we are here to see you again. You should not be lonely down there. With so many comrades together, it must be that the Lord of Hell can't do anything to you."

"This mission is safe. We will continue chatting with you when we come back. Now I have brought you wine, specially brewed by Master Liu at our base. Each of you has a bowl."

Netherworld raised the bowl, and the other three, Fox, Guangfeng, and Tank also raised the bowls with serious expressions, bowed towards the graveyard, and sprinkled the wine in the bowls on the ground.

"To comrades in arms!"

"To comrades in arms!"

The rich voices of the Netherworld people echoed in the mountains and forests. Qin Yu stared at the tombs and murmured softly: "The loyal bones are buried in the green mountains, and the heroes are buried under the pines."

PS: This chapter was written with emotion. I just saw the news about the remains of the volunteers returning to China. I felt a little emotional. In the afternoon, I went to the Yinhe Martyrs Cemetery to pay homage to the martyrs. Jiu Deng’s immature writing style cannot yet describe this emotion.

, let’s stop here.

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