At the No. 3 military airport, a military aircraft, after taxiing on the runway for a while, slowly stopped.

Not far from the plane, more than a dozen military off-road vehicles were parked, and next to the vehicle were soldiers like javelins standing. They were the best soldiers in China, and they came from Long Yan.

The first person is holding two generals on his shoulders. Although he is very young, he is already a lieutenant general in China and a person who has half his feet to the core level of the military.

Next to him, two soldiers in military uniforms stood. The one on the left was burly, with a star on his shoulder shining. He was also very young, but his whole body exuded a scent of blood and sternness.

The one on the right has a slender figure, with gold-rimmed glasses on her face and a colonel rank on her shoulders. She has less solemnity and more elegant.

"Report to the chief, the special plane transporting the bodies of the sacrificed comrades has arrived." Some airport staff came to report and their bodies were very tight because it was the first time he met such a young lieutenant general.

"Yes." The Lieutenant General nodded slowly: "Let's go, come with me, go pick up our comrades and pick up our brothers, they're back home."

"Yes." Behind him, the soldiers shouted in unison, saying that they were here to pick up the brothers home.

"The chief, according to the previous regulations, the body was sent to the funeral home before, and before that, neither comrades nor family members could..."

"Not even can do anything." The Lieutenant General paused and raised his eyebrows.

The staff member's heart trembled and he said nervously: "No meeting with the deceased."

"Fart." Lieutenant General's roar echoed throughout the airport: "They are my comrades-in-arms and my brothers. Can't I even meet them?"

"Chief, this is the rule..." The staff became even more nervous: "It has always been like this before."

"The rules are dead, and people live. I don't care what your rules were before, but they won't work with me." The Lieutenant General even more angry. They are all living and dead with themselves, and can hand over their backs to each other on the battlefield. Now they are dead, but they can't even meet each other.

"Chief..."

"Shut up, if you dare to say it again, believe it or not, I will beat you up."

The staff member was startled and hurriedly hid back a few steps: "Chief, you..."

"Old Xiao, forget it." Colonel Ruya stopped Lieutenant General: "There is indeed a rule. Let's see you when you arrive at the funeral home."

The major general also nodded: "Old Xiao, this is the rule, please abide by it."

"When will the regulations be made?" the Lieutenant General frowned: "Why haven't I heard of it before?"

"Last year, because something happened at that time, the above ruled was made, which was indeed beneficial." Colonel Ruya advised: "Don't make trouble here, so that the dead brothers are not at ease."

When the staff saw Youyou talked for him, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and glanced at the lieutenant general. His temper was really irritable.

"Okay, it's okay not to meet, but we have to personally take the body of the brother from the plane and send it to the funeral home." The Lieutenant General finally retreated.

The staff was about to say something, but the major general nodded: "Well, there is no clear regulation for this. I hope you can be more comfortable and understand our feelings."

"This... OK, but the three leaders have to sign their names here." The staff looked at the faces of the three of them and did not dare to refuse in the end, mainly because he was afraid of being beaten.

The three of them picked up their pens, signed their names, and then waved their hands and led many soldiers toward the special plane.

The staff followed behind, and at the same time were curious, glanced at the notebook and muttered, it turned out that this young lieutenant general was named Xiao Feng. I don’t know what kind of background he was from. He became a lieutenant general at such a young age. He was promoted from a rocket.

Xiao Feng took everyone on the plane, and saw stretchers placed on the platform with white cloth covering them, inside of which were comrades who died in this battle.

"Brothers, we're here to pick you up home." Xiao Feng's voice was very low. Although he was not very familiar with some people, he would always be his soldiers.

This iron-blooded man who has always been cruel to his enemies has a little red at this moment.

He looked at the bodies and gritted his teeth. These are all the great men of China. They are all at the best age in their lives, but they can't continue to move on and have to be with the loess...

Zhou Lei and Zhao Yue behind them were also red in their eyes. They had been in contact with these people for a longer time than Xiao Feng. Although they were superiors and subordinates in training, they were brothers in life.

"Woo..." Behind, a soldier cried. A few days ago, his comrades who were drinking and bragging together, but now they are separated by heaven and earth forever. This is the cruel reality.

"Everyone has it, salute." Xiao Feng stood up straight, raised his right hand, and gave a standard military salute.

"Swish", all the soldiers raised their right hands high, looking at the bodies with sad faces, but their eyes firm.

"Take your brothers to the funeral home." Xiao Feng took a deep breath, bent down first, and lifted up a stretcher, which was heavy, which was the weight of life.

The bodies were carried off from the special plane, placed in the special car, and transported to the funeral home. Xiao Feng and others also drove the car, either driving in front or following behind.

On the way, Xiao Feng asked Zhou Lei to call and asked all members of Long Yan to rush to the funeral home. No matter what, they would have to accompany their brothers on their last journey.

"Old Zhao, have the pensions been in place?" Xiao Feng looked at the car in front and asked.

Zhao Yue shook his head: "Not yet. In the approval process, tomorrow is needed as soon as possible."

"A urging is the money that the brothers exchanged for their lives and must be delivered to their families as soon as possible."

"Okay." Zhao Yue nodded.

Xiao Feng took out a bank card and handed it to Zhao Yue: "There is a lot of money in it, you can separate it evenly. Then you will hand it over to the family with the pension."

"Yes." Zhao Yue nodded, did not refuse, and took it: "I will handle it."

As he was talking, Zhao Yue's cell phone rang. He took it out and took a look, pressed the answer button: "Hey, what, I know, I'll go there right away."

Xiao Feng looked at Zhao Yue's cold face and frowned: "What happened."

"You go to the funeral home first, I'll do something." Zhao Yue shook his head: "Nail, park the car in front."

"Yes." The Nail of the Driving Car replied.

"Old Zhao, what happened?" Zhou Lei also asked.

"I will handle a little bit of things." Zhao Yue glanced at Xiao Feng and shook his head.

"A small thing, if it is a small thing, you will do this." Xiao Feng noticed Zhao Yue's strangeness: "Tell me, what's going on."

"Old Xiao, if I say it, you must not get angry." Zhao Yue hesitated for a moment and said to Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng was stunned and nodded slowly: "Well, tell me, I have no bad temper."

"I just sent someone to apply for pensions for my comrades-in-arms. I was embarrassed and said..." Zhao Yue looked at Xiao Feng, whose face had turned dark, and hesitated, not knowing what to say.

"What are you saying?" Zhou Lei was also anxious and asked anxiously.

"A director from the General Political Department said that the archives of the comrades who died in the sacrifice cannot be found, and it cannot be proved that they died in the line of duty..."

"What does he mean?"

"What he meant is that if we couldn't come up with a certificate, we would not be able to apply for a pension, and we would not issue documents to the local civil affairs department, and the family would not be able to receive the pension." Zhao Yue was also full of anger, but he tried his best to suppress it.

"Nail." Xiao Feng shouted loudly.

"arrive."

"Change me and go to the General Political Department."

"Old Xiao, what are you going to do?" Zhao Yue was startled and asked hurriedly.

"I'm going to remove the bones of this bullshit director." Xiao Feng's forehead was leaping with blue veins, and everyone was sacrificed. He couldn't apply for the pension. How could this be worthy of his comrades who were not cold in the bones, and how could he face their families?

"Old Xiao, don't be impulsive, I'm very angry." The reason why Zhao Yue didn't dare to say it just now was that he was worried that Xiao Feng would get angry. Now it seems that his worries have really become a reality.

"Impulsive, don't worry, I'm not impulsive today, but I must ask for an explanation and justice for my dead comrades.

They sacrificed for the country, and even No. 1 knew about this. A mere director of the General Political Department actually came to this situation.

If the General Political Department didn't give an explanation today, I would have smashed the General Political Department." Xiao Feng's voice was cold and his murderous intent was surging.

"Old Xiao, leave this matter to me. How about it? Our Dragon Flame Team was originally a top-secret file. The former director was transferred. Now this person doesn't know what's going on, so we can explain it to him."

"Explanation, if you can explain, will you call the person who asks you to do business?" Xiao Feng sneered: "I see that the director of the General Political Department is just trying to make things difficult for intention."

"this……"

"Nail, didn't I hear what I said?"

"Yes, instructor." The nail flashed twice, and then he was about to turn around.

"Nail, keep moving forward." Zhao Yue shouted: "Listen to my order."

Nailzi was also full of anger, but he had to ignore Zhao Yue's words. Now he was not going to turn around, nor was he going to turn around.

"Old Zhao, you are against me, right?" Xiao Feng glared, but the evil fire in his heart could not be suppressed.

"No, I didn't go against you, I just wanted you not to be so impulsive."

"No impulsive, Lao Zhao, look at the car in front of us, our comrades are still lying on it. You told me not to be impulsive. Their bodies are not cold, and such a thing happens. You told me not to be impulsive." Xiao Feng roared and punched the car window.

‘Ba’, the glass was shattered, and a stream of blood splattered out, but Xiao Feng did not feel any pain.

Zhao Yue was silent. Yes, the body of his comrades was in the car in front. If he couldn't apply for a pension, how could he be worthy of them?

However, he did not think that by letting the furious Xiao Feng go to the General Political Department, he could do this clearly, and even many changes would occur.
Chapter completed!