The first ray of rising sun was very small and could only be projected onto Huo Yu.
Gradually, the light became stronger and stronger, and the sun, which had not been seen for a long time, revealed a semicircular red shadow.
At this point, the first sunrise of Arctic spring appeared, thousands of golden and red rays of light shot out, and the sky turned fish belly white.
The peaks of the snow-capped mountains are bathed in the golden-red sun and are magnificent.
Huo Yu took a deep breath and looked at the battlefield below.
Due to the existence of Ruins Terminal, no underground people chose to surrender.
Surrender is impossible, but defeat is inevitable.
Beng's death caused chaos in the underground civilization. More and more underground warriors were killed, causing more underground people to withdraw from the battle.
The appearance of Huo Yu gave the human side a backbone. Under the command of Huo Jinghuan, they began to counterattack in an orderly manner.
The firepower network composed of heavy machine guns, machine guns, and rifles covered and engulfed the enemy. Jiao Yue and Yang Tian also joined the battlefield, as if they were in an uninhabited land.
The arrival of Bai Xiaomo and others became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Bai Xiaomo and others specially selected officers from the underground people to attack. The few of them cooperated tacitly, killing people invisibly, and then walked away without making any unnecessary stops.
After their efforts, the command system of the underground army was completely paralyzed.
The underground army was like a lost dog, and its formation was completely chaotic.
Slowly, the chaos turned into a rout.
The underground people were defeated and fled in fear, flying in all directions.
The human legions are also furious. So many brothers have died at the hands of the underground people. How can we let it go?
Chariots rushed out one after another, and the machine gunners on the vehicles fired wildly at the underground people in the sky.
"Don't chase the poor enemy, stop the pursuit and gather the troops." Huo Jinghuan had to issue the order again and barely controlled the situation.
Huo Jinghuan was very calm. The enemy had been defeated. It was only a matter of time to deal with them. The top priority was to reduce casualties as much as possible.
Since the United Human Corps is composed of the Ice Keeper Organization, China and other countries' support armies, the quality of the soldiers varies greatly, so it is relatively difficult to command them.
Fortunately, the soldiers of Blue Star all have one thing in common, and that is their bounden duty to execute orders.
Under the command of Huo Jinghuan and Huo Yu, the human legions stopped their unorganized pursuit and began to gather their troops.
After simple calculations and statistics, although this battle lasted less than an hour, thousands of combat vehicles, tanks and snowmobiles were completely scrapped and destroyed.
Thousands of human warriors were killed, and tens of thousands more were injured to varying degrees.
The underground people's attack methods are too advanced. Although the human warriors are blocked by chariots, they will still be hit by various inexplicable attacks.
After everything was done, Huo Yu finally stood in front of Huo Jinghuan.
Huo Jinghuan looked at his son who was already a head taller than him, then at the prosthetic leg on Huo Yu's right hand, and remained silent.
"Dad, I'm fine." Huo Yu didn't know how to persuade his father, so he just scratched his head and said nonchalantly.
"What's wrong?" Huo Jinghuan raised his eyebrows, "What can I do if something happens? This is your responsibility."
Hearing this, people around him looked sideways.
Everyone felt that General Huo was too strict with his son.
Huo Yu is a fighting hero in everyone's mind, and his prestige among the lower-level icekeepers is even greater than that of Commander Li.
Huo Yu has already paid enough for Blue Star.
Only Huo Yu knew that his father once again had the problem of speaking out about his straight body.
"Turn on that live broadcast of yours." Huo Jinghuan took a deep breath and turned his head to prevent Huo Yu from seeing his reddish eyes.
"Here?" Huo Yu said in surprise, "Isn't this inappropriate? Wouldn't the whole world know about it?"
Huo Jinghuan and others looked at Huo Yu with strange eyes.
"Already know."
Huo Yuru was struck by lightning: "Huh?"
"The matter of underground civilization has long been hidden. Officials from various countries have begun to mobilize. All reserve forces have returned to the team, and the country has entered a state of combat readiness."
"And the outside world has begun to announce your death, and the memorial meeting is ready." Huo Jinghuan lowered his head and looked at his watch, "Oh, there are still five minutes left, and your memorial meeting is about to start."
Huo Yu: (@[]@!!)
I am dead?
How come I don’t know this myself? !
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The Great Hall of the Imperial Capital of China.
The lobby is completely white.
Ye Luan and Huo Yu were wearing black dresses and stood silently.
Representatives from all walks of life in China held white chrysanthemums in their hands, walked into the lobby step by step, and greeted the two people.
Sad music echoed at the scene, and in the middle of the coffin lay quietly the military uniform that Huo Yu wore when he was in the army.
At the same time, all over China.
Countless people holding white flowers and candles spontaneously took to the streets and unfurled banners reading 'The People's Heroes Live Forever'.
If Huo Yu is really dead, he must be very happy to see this scene...
White lanterns floated across the river, drivers on the street silently blew their horns in tribute, and children in the classroom bowed their heads in silence under the leadership of their teachers.
The whole country is sad and mourned.
Whether it is Huo Yu's fans or people who know Huo Yu's name for the first time, their condolences are sincere.
They knew that Huo Yu's sacrifice was for himself, and that he and his soldiers were heroes who did not stand in the light.
Without their carrying forward, our years would not be peaceful.
The big leader in Chinese tunic suit slowly walked into the mourning hall.
He refused the help from the people around him and stood silently at the door, carefully arranging his clothes.
Hair, clothes, buttons...
It wasn't until he confirmed that there were no flaws in his clothes that the leader walked towards the mourning hall.
Arriving in front of Ye Luan and Huo Yu, the leader sighed: "My condolences."
Ye Luan nodded silently, still maintaining impeccable elegance.
But the deep sadness in his eyes could not be concealed at any cost.
"Huo Yu's sacrifice will not be in vain." The leader straightened his back and looked at everyone present.
Including cameras installed in the mourning hall.
Huo Yu's live broadcast platform is using its official account to broadcast the memorial service, and countless viewers and fans can see this scene.
"Huo Yu, on behalf of China, I'm here to see you off." The leader looked sadly at the coffin with military uniforms, "I also brought you your honor."
As soon as he finished speaking, a row of honor guards holding medals in their hands walked into the mourning hall with neat steps.
The leader said word by word: "Huo Yu, the motherland has decided to grant you the title of national scholar... grant you special merit once... grant you..."
The comment section of the live broadcast room was full of condolences, and no troll dared to show up at this time.
Until an official anchor verified that the account with the ID of Icekeeper Huo Yu entered the live broadcast room...
And typed three symbols on the public screen.
Icekeeper Huo Yu:? ? ?
