The complex emotions, filled with a tragic grandeur amidst melancholy, blended with heart-wrenching regret and sorrow...
Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy... Life in the first half was carefree, but the latter half was either in battle or in warfare, experiencing all the human sufferings, yet we were used to this kind of living.
Life, separation, death, farewell... The comrades' ideals remain unfulfilled while their bodies turn to dust. Only those left behind carry more hopes, gritting their teeth in battle.
At this moment, the nineteen people present, except Xu Ran, all turned into complex human-shaped stone monuments.
They stood silently, throats rolling without a sound.
Countless images appeared before their eyes—
On countless days of torrential rain, they carried the shattered bodies of their comrades back to the safe zone in desolation...
There were even dozens of times they couldn't retrieve their comrades' bodies and could only erect a cenotaph for them...
