Outside the university yard is a spontaneous market, which is now full of people, and at least one thousand people have to go up.

Here, except for those hawkers who do business, they are the people who come to know their relatives’ news. Of course, there are also people who sell things while doing business and waiting for their relatives’ news.

The car passed through the crowd along the road outside the military camp and stopped on the grounds of the university. The crowd, which was originally bustling, turned silent at this moment. The little kids stopped crying, the children stopped making trouble, and the adults stopped talking and laughing, all watching the stopping convoy.

This time is different from before. Because we know that Hu Yizhou brought people back early, everyone hopes to know the news about their children from his mouth.

The convoy stopped, but no one got off the car because they were waiting for Hu Yizhou's order.

Hu Yizhou was sitting in the passenger cab, with a briefcase in his arms, and the briefcase was placed on the notices and pension certificates of all the soldiers who died on the battlefield this time.

At this moment, Hu Yizhou felt that the briefcase in his hand weighed a thousand pounds, because behind every pension certificate was a living life.

Even those recruits who joined the security regiment and died on September 18 less than a month later, Hu Yizhou also issued a pension certificate to them. Even if their relatives cannot be found, this pension certificate is one of the documents that prove their existence.

The blood of heroes cannot be emptied. Later people should remember them and know their achievements, rather than becoming one of the numbers of sacrifices in a certain year, month, and a certain battle.

In fact, since the establishment of the Security Corps, Hu Yizhou will leave documents to every soldier who died on the battlefield mountain, leaving behind their stories on the battlefield.

"Get out!" Hu Yizhou raised his head.

"Yes!" Driver Hu Jin opened the car door.

As Hu Jin opened the door, the cars following behind opened the door one by one, and even soldiers of the special operations reconnaissance company with live ammunition jumped off the car fight and stood in front of the convoy.

"Hu..." Seeing a lot of special operations reconnaissance companies, some people in the crowd suddenly breathed easily. Needless to say, these are the families of the soldiers of the special operations reconnaissance companies.

In fact, in September, Cui Geng brought back a group of wounded people, and the villagers also learned that more than 100 people were sacrificed at that time. But after more than a month, how many children would die outside?

Hu Yizhou stood at the front of the team, followed by Su Laoliu and the others, and Daoye stood beside him. Looking at the enthusiastic villagers, Hu Yizhou saluted.

"Friends, we went on a war this time for more than two months. After arduous battles, we annihilated more than 14,000 Japanese devils and injured countless enemies!"

"Of course! A total of 617 soldiers were killed in battle, including 552 people who died on the battlefield, and 65 people who died on the sickbed if they were seriously injured! In addition, 73 people were seriously injured and disabled. The remaining minor injuries were more than 700 people. Now they have been cured and returned to the team or sent back to Jiuzhai."

"There are 21 people who are seriously injured and disabled because of the long journey, and are left in the Dabie Mountains!"

"After statistics, there are 57 victims from our Jiuzhai children this time! Sorry, I didn't bring them back, but buried them in the Dabie Mountains and left them where they fought and died!"

"What I read below is the names and battlefield expressions of all the sacrificed Jiuzhai children!"

"Zhao Jiading, Zhao Yanyun: Sacrifice in the Wuming Mountain ambush! In this battle, Zhao Yanyun killed five Japanese invaders with his own hands, but unfortunately got shot and died!"

"Zhao Jiading and Zhao Yandong died in the ambush battle at Aotangkou! In this battle, Zhao Yandong killed three Japanese invaders, but unfortunately was smashed into the center by a grenade launcher, and died ineffective rescue."

"Zhao Jiading..." Hu Yizhou recited very slowly, and his voice was loud, so loud that every blind date present could hear it.

If the name or deeds of a victim was not read, the atmosphere in the crowd would be stagnant. The families of the martyrs endured the grief and waited for Hu Yizhou to finish the rest of the list...

"Hujia Village, Hu Yuan, died in the Su Xianshi blocking battle! In this battle, Hu Yuan personally guarded the bonfire, alerted the entire regiment, and killed 50 Japanese invaders! In front of his single-soldier pit, the bodies of Japanese invaders were stacked with five layers, forming a human wall!"

"The above are all the children who died in our Jiuzhai! There are all, salute!" Hu Yizhou saluted the villagers again, thanking them for handing over their children to the security team, and thanking their families for their sacrifices to the anti-Japanese war.

In fact, strictly speaking, Hu Yizhou can only do this on his own standpoint. After all, anti-Japanese war is the business of the whole nation and the business of every Chinese. But as the leader of the security team, he still has to thank the villagers.

"The soul returns...the soul returns..."

After Hu Yizhou and his friends finished saluting, the older Jiuzhai tribe immediately took the soul-summoning banner and attracted the dead souls thousands of miles away toward the Yinghun Mountain. There, the names of the heroes would be engraved on the tablets to enjoy the memorial and worship of the villagers.

The families of those victims will also get sweaty clothes, shoes, socks and hats that the soldiers changed before leaving. These will be buried in their tombs.

At the same time, there will be pension certificates and documents recording the cemetery address of the sacrificed warriors to their families. Perhaps one day in the future, the remains of these heroes can be transported back to their hometowns and buried on Hero Soul Mountain.

It was bitter first and then sweet. After the team bid farewell to the heroic spirit, the atmosphere in the university field became lively, changing the previous dull atmosphere.

Because this time the security team went to war, it can be said that it was a great victory. The difference between the number of sacrifices and the number of enemies killed was too great, and the big ones could not believe it. According to the deeds passed down from ancestors, if so many Japanese pirates were to be killed, I don’t know how many of their children died.

Moreover, among these victims this time, the majority of those who are related to Jiuzhai are people who are not aware of thousands of miles away. Well, it is very pure thought.

"Everyone has, the target, Hujia Village station, run... walk!"

After the team bid farewell to the heroic soul, Hu Yizhou ordered everyone to run and move forward, and he was going home. As for the work in the group, I have to talk about it tomorrow.

Just as he was reciting the list of victims, Hu Yizhou had been observing the people in the crowd, and did not find his relatives he was thinking about day and night. Therefore, he wanted to appear at his home in Hujia Village immediately.

As for why they had to run forward, it was because the vehicles needed for daily operations of the arsenal were transferred away, and the vehicles they drove back had to be used closely in the arsenal. In this regard, Hu Yizhou was still separated.

"Bang bang bang..." As the team ran, Hu Yizhou and the others were getting closer and closer to Hujia Village, and Hu Yizhou became more and more eager!

"I don't know if the two dolls will be afraid when they see them? I didn't kill anyone when I went out this time!"
Chapter completed!