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Chapter 1242 Memorial Ceremony

Ah!

Ahhhhh!

chug chu...

The Shura warrior who was acting as a bait completely released his suppressed emotions at this moment.

The machine guns frantically shot and killed the soldiers and combat members.

The other Shura fighters all ambushed on the hillside in advance, condescending and shooting, which themselves had an absolute advantage.

The members of the dead soldiers who were beaten ran away with their heads in their arms, trying to find cover to avoid bullets, and secretly looking for opportunities to escape.

It's a pity that after they entered the Grand Canyon, they had already killed themselves and wanted to escape, unless the Shura army was willing to open an opening for them.

But this is a very unrealistic problem, there is no such possibility.

Lin Ruotong and Luo Xiaobing cross-shot, as usual, only shooting the commander among the members of the dead warrior team.

The commander-in-chief hid and has not been found yet.

However, the captain, squadron leader, and a large number of small captains became the main targets of the two.

Not a single bullet was wasted, as long as he was locked on by the sniper rifle, his head would be pierced by the bullet immediately.

The end of death!

After the two of them finished sniping the commander, they stopped shooting.

Sniper bullets are much more expensive than ordinary bullets, so save as much as you can.

In the current battle situation, the balance of victory has been greatly tilted towards the Shura army.

The victory was secured ahead of time, so there was no need for them to waste ammunition.

The rest of the dead should be handed over to Shura warriors to kill them.

However, at this moment, Lin Ruotong discovered the commander.

He is also the highest commander in this team.

At the moment, he is hiding behind a rock, poking his head cautiously to observe the change of occupancy outside.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Lin Ruotong's mouth, since she found out, the shooting angle is still so good.

There's no need not to accept that guy's life.

Pushing and loading the bomb again, squinting one eye, leaning against the sniper scope.

Clearly see each other's temples.

boom!

Pull the trigger, and the commander is shot in the temple, unleashing a bloody arrow.

The other party lay down on the ground, his eyes widened, and he could not rest in peace.

Only then did he completely put down the sniper rifle in his hand and looked towards Yang Feng.

At this time, Yang Feng was still leading the Shura warriors, shooting and killing the warrior team members frantically.

From the initial 1 people, the number dropped sharply.

Just now, a wave of rocket bombs killed more than half of them.

At this moment, only two thousand people resisted desperately.

A large number of grenades were thrown down, and under the bombardment, rocks flew everywhere.

In an instant, hundreds of dead soldiers were killed or wounded.

Lost combat effectiveness.

In just a few minutes, this team of tens of thousands of dead soldiers was completely exhausted.

He was successfully trapped and killed in the Grand Canyon by the Shura army, and no one survived.

After the battle was over, Yang Feng ordered people to start cleaning up the battlefield.

Collect the leftover equipment and bring it back to the station.

At the same time, the soldiers who died in the Grand Canyon also brought their bodies back.

The top ten generals are counting the number of people, counting the number of casualties, and confirming the names of the casualties.

Soon a sorted list was sent to Yang Feng.

In this battle, 27 people were killed and 34 were injured.

Most of the people killed in battle were soldiers who followed Yang Feng as bait.

In the subsequent process of besieging and killing those dead warriors in the Grand Canyon, the casualties were very small.

almost negligible.

The right time and place and the harmony of people are fully occupied, which is completely a situation of complete victory.

"For the brothers who died in battle, wash their bodies and put on clean clothes."

"Carve their spirits and hold a memorial ceremony tonight."

Yang Feng said in a deep voice.

Dillon didn't say much, and immediately followed suit.

From the beginning of the battle to the present, there were more than 100 dead and wounded in the Shura army.

This number of casualties can be said to be very low.

But every Asura warrior who died in battle was his brother.

Yang Feng was very sad.

After arranging the specific matters, Yang Feng took Lin Ruotong and others to visit the injured in person.

Although they were all injured on the battlefield, the degree of injury varied.

Some people were slightly injured, which did not affect the continued fighting.

Some people are moderately injured. After treatment, they can continue to participate in the next battle with the Shura army.

There is also the most serious injury, that is, the degree of disability, either a broken arm or a missing leg.

It is no longer possible to continue to fight with the army.

However, seriously injured fighters were in the minority, only four.

And they are all veterans of the original Shura army.

In order to cover the recruits, they stood in the front, and this was the most serious injury.

Yang Feng shook hands with them one by one, and extended cordial condolences.

That night, all those who died in battle put on clean clothes and were cremated.

"Brothers, have a good journey!"

Yang Feng shouted loudly, and the soldiers of the Shura army collectively turned their guns to the sky and pulled the trigger.

Gunshots soared into the sky, screams and wailing, seeing off the brothers who died in battle, and returning their souls to heaven.

Put all the ashes into the prepared urn.

Covered with the battle flags of the Shura army, their spiritual tablets are placed in front of them.

Lay them out one by one.

Yang Feng brought the top ten generals and all the soldiers together to salute.

And a special person boarded the plane with their urns and coffins, and quietly transported them to the Dahuangdi Training Base in Linjiang City for temporary storage.

At the same time, Yang Feng also arranged for the four seriously injured veterans to return to Linjiang City together in a fighter plane and enter a nursing home to recuperate.

But it was rejected by the four veterans.

"Young master, we are not leaving!"

"Even if we die, we will die on the battlefield! We will die on the way to charge!"

"Since the establishment of the Shura army, there have been no deserters! At this time, we are leaving the battlefield, which is equivalent to deserters!"

"Young master, we will never be deserters! Please allow us to stay and continue to participate in the battle!"

"Little Lord……"

Faced with the entreaties of the four veterans, Yang Feng had mixed feelings.

He patted the shoulders of the four of them lightly, and said earnestly: "Brothers, you are not called deserters, and you don't care about it at all."

"You have fulfilled your duties, and you have paid the price of serious injuries, which is enough to retire with honor!"

The four of them wanted to say something more, but Yang Feng raised his hand and stopped them.

The eyes are full of sincerity and sadness.

"Brothers, I can understand your feelings, and I am very grateful for your efforts."

"But brothers, please listen to me. The loss of the four of you will not have much impact on the next battle, and you don't have to feel guilty."

"Thinking back when Shura had a hundred thousand army, now there are only four thousand veterans who followed me in the north and south."

"In the future battles, there will definitely be casualties. You must leave me with a little thought, right? I can't use up all the old brothers!"

Yang Feng looked at them, and gently helped them tidy up their necklines, "Go back and rest in peace, wait for the news of our victory, and share the moment of celebration."