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The Battle of Changjin Lake is over.

The Second Korean War was completely over.

The battle ended with heavy casualties on both sides and a tragic victory for the volunteers.

After receiving the news, the commander-in-chief of the volunteers was so excited that he could not sleep well for three days.

Although I haven't been able to sleep peacefully for more than a month since entering the DPRK.

But it was enough to make him even more excited.

"What a fucking good fight, as expected of Lao Song! This sharp blade will kill people when it is unsheathed!"

"Commander, I am so excited for you."

There was a rare celebration in the Volunteer Army Headquarters.

After all, the end of Changjin Lake can temporarily declare that both sides of the battle have some breathing space.

Local small-scale frictions still exist, but the two sides do not yet have the ability to carry out large-scale offensives.

"It's just...a pity for our soldiers of the Ninth Corps..."

"A full third of them won't be able to see their families."

Despite the joy, the commander was still a little sad.

Hearing this, everyone present also sighed.

[Ningguang: What a difficult victory]

[Nacida: Even if we win, everyone will feel very unhappy]

[Kujo Sora: After all, there are many warriors who cannot come back]

[Tang Yu: Don’t worry, future generations like me will always remember their dedication and existence]

Death is not the final destination of volunteer soldiers, oblivion is.

And every day when the bright red flag with five stars flutters in the wind, those martyrs who have sacrificed will definitely watch the laughter of future generations in the Martyrs Cemetery.

Tang Yu suddenly thought that if he could go back in time, he must go to the cemetery to see them more.

"In war, people will inevitably die."

"At least it is the greatest luck that our soldiers did not die in vain."

The commander nodded when he heard this, then raised his head and asked: "How is Commander Song?"

"The troops are currently being organized and have been transferred to the side for repairs according to your instructions."

"That's good...that's good."

The live broadcast room slowly ended, and then switched to the back of a military camp.

At this time, the commander of the Song Army was discussing the combat situation with his officers.

"In other words, each of the three armies has suffered large-scale damage and reorganization."

"Yes, Commander. The reorganization has been completed and this is the reorganized division."

"It contains the numbers before and after the reorganization."

Captain Song Bing nodded repeatedly while looking at the reorganization information in his hand.

But there was an indescribable sour feeling in my heart.

Drunk lying on the battlefield, Lord Grim, how many people have fought in ancient times?

"I feel guilty..."

Captain Songbing put the reorganization information safely into his sleeve.

Then he and a group of officers started walking.

While walking by, he saw officers counting people not far away.

"Report! 221 people were expected from the artillery battalion! 107 people actually arrived!"

"Report! 5 people from the 128th Company arrived! 37 people actually arrived!"

"Report! 3 people from the 120th Company arrived! 47 people actually arrived!"

"Report! 1 people from the 132th Company arrived! 32 people actually arrived!"

At every step, a shocking number of people can be heard reporting.

Commander Song Bing had never felt that his steps were so heavy.

It's like a thousand kilograms of weight is tied to my legs. I can only take a shallow step even though I try my best.

"Report! 2 people from the 120th Company arrived! 33 people actually arrived!"

"Report! 8 people from the 114th Company arrived! 21 people actually arrived!"

Commander Song's army rested his hands on the railing and took steps to climb the steps in front of him.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a strange figure out of the corner of his sight.

That was a young warrior.

His head was tied with blood-stained gauze, and a frayed rifle hung on his body.

He was the only one standing alone in the middle of the two companies.

Which company is he from? Why are you standing here alone? Didn't you find your company?

Soon, the soldier answered the doubts in the head of the Song Army.

"Report! The 7th Interspersed Company! 157 people were expected to arrive! Actually... 1 person arrived!!"

The shouts of the young soldiers echoed through the entire military camp.

All the soldiers looked sideways and looked at him with disbelief.

Completely forgetting that more than two-thirds of his company was also dead.

The moment Captain Song Bing heard these words, he looked at the soldier.

"Commander..." The chief of staff behind him reminded Commander Song that it was time to continue leaving.

He nodded and said nothing.

After he climbed onto the high platform, Captain Song suddenly turned his head and looked in a certain direction.

"Is that...Changjin Lake?"

"Yes, Commander."

Hearing this, Commander Song Corps nodded slightly, and then took off his military cap.

Then he pointed in that direction and bowed deeply.

I can't repay you, but I promise you...

Your sacrifice will not be in vain.

[Navia: I can’t do it anymore, why am I crying]

[Diluc: Do all the companies have less than one-third of their number left?]

[Kamizato Ayaka: How could this happen... Each of their companies has more than a hundred people, and only twenty or thirty people are left]

[Qin: There is only one person left in the seventh interleaved company? 】

[Tang Yu: Do you know, there are actually several companies that haven’t answered how many people there are]

[Nilu: Why is this? 】

[Tang Yu: Because... they all sacrificed, the whole company is gone]

[Nilu: I...I don't know, I'm sorry...]

[Maplehara Manyo: Seagull, stop crying...I can’t help crying either]

The scene in the live broadcast room slowly freezes with Captain Song bowing deeply towards Changjin Lake in the distance.

While everyone was feeling sad, the screen in the live broadcast room switched again.

The picture first showed a palace-like building that was all white.

[Lighthouse Nation, Washington, DC]

【White House】

At the same time as the subtitles reappeared, it was in a reception room similar to that of a diplomatic establishment.

Two white men are sitting and talking across from each other.

One is a person who is already very familiar in the live broadcast room, the current president of the Lighthouse State, Truman.

The other is a high-ranking politician wearing a top hat and British clothes.

"Mr. Truman, I flew here from the UK specifically to emphasize to you again the situation we are facing."

"Our front is collapsing now, and this is a failure that no amount of beautiful words can hide."

President Truman in front of him was smoking a cigarette in his hand, and his expression seemed to be thinking.

After a while, he shook his head.

"Mr. Attlee, I can understand that the UK is also considering this carefully."

"However, I cannot accept your proposal to allow China to legally enter the United Nations."