Chapter 2597
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According to the original plan, they would leave by helicopter, but according to the current plan … the martyr's body was stiff, and the current weather was not suitable to take a plane directly … He needed to be cremated.
Lin Feng did not think of this before. Hearing this, he said, "Okay, leave this to me. You guys rest! Now it's chaos outside. Even Spar has left Mogadishu. You guys are too big of a target now. It's not suitable for you to show up. Leave this to me. I promise to finish it tonight! "
"You can't go alone. We'll send four people to go with you." Xia Jinyuan quickly untied the special knot on K7's body and carefully put the martyr's body on the ground with G3.
Because of the arrival of Ye Chien, the martyr had a slight smile on his face before he died. At this moment, it was still the same.
"Take off your hat!"
As Xia Jinyuan's heavy voice came, the special forces soldiers standing in the dark took off their helmets and heard him say majestically, "Salute!"
"Shua!"
Several neat and sharp voices cut through the night wind. A total of eight people, including Lin Feng, saluted the martyr.
This was the first time they saluted the martyr's body. There was no sad music, and the night wind was full of sadness.
Back home, martyr!
Soon, we can go back home!
It's a pity that we can't bring your body home intact.
It's a pity that we can only cremate you.
This was the Snowfield Brigade's regret. They wanted to bring the martyr's body back home, but there was no way … The biggest reason was that the weather did not allow it.
At 11 o 'clock in the evening of May 6th, a passenger plane that had just returned from a country in North Africa landed safely. The sweet voice of the flight attendant came, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Please fasten your seat belt and wait patiently for five minutes. Thank you for your cooperation."
The passengers who had gotten up and were ready to open the luggage compartment returned to their seats and waited for the plane to disembark.
Outside the plane, in addition to a luggage car and a ferry car, there were three jeeps with military license plates and a minibus waiting.
The cabin door opened, and seven figures came out first. Xia Jinyuan was walking in the front. He walked down the cabin stairs step by step slowly but firmly.
He held a square box in his hands. The top of the box was covered with a red flag folded into a square. The biggest five-pointed star of the red flag was folded on top, surrounded by small golden stars.
This was the national flag, a flag that represented the return of the martyrs.
In the depths of the sword shadows, blood filled the air. Under the sharp sword in the sky, he turned his body into a strong shield to protect the country. He used his blood, flesh, and bone to cast bullets. He used the last splendor of his life to complete the responsibility given to him by the military uniform.
In life, he would wear the military uniform. In death, he would cover the national flag!
It was the leader of a base in the northwest that welcomed the martyr back to the country. The martyr's comrades, his squad leader, platoon leader and company commander had all arrived.
As the cabin door opened, everyone lined up neatly and saluted the figure who walked down.
Respect to the comrades who have already sacrificed themselves, respect to the soldiers who have risked their lives to bring back their comrades!
The box containing the martyr's ashes was handed to the squad leader of the martyr's unit. Xia Jinyuan, whose eyes were red, looked at the squad leader who had cried until his eyes were red. He wiped his tears and said softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't bring him back in one piece."
He couldn't bring the martyr's body back to the country intact. He couldn't let the martyr's comrades, friends, and relatives see him again. He was sorry … he was really sorry.
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