Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 2442: The Bugle Still Sounds Loud
In the sky, the roar gradually became louder, and the people below began to look forward to it.

Yang Xiaotao looked up at the approaching fleet of planes above.

The first two planes that appeared in front of us were small, a bit strange, and at the lowest altitude.

Yang Xiaotao didn't recognize it, but someone next to him who knew it shouted, "That's our J-5!"

“It’s our first airplane!”

Someone added, and the scene began to boil at this moment.

"The two planes above are J-6s!"

"Also, the two planes behind are J-7s!"

"Five, six, seven, they're all here! They're all here!"

"Here it comes, here it comes! In the middle!"

Suddenly, voices rang out and eyes were filled with anticipation.

The next moment, everyone stopped talking and looked up at the sky.

Under the escort of several planes in front, twelve large planes appeared one after another behind.

Yang Xiaotao saw it clearly and it looked like empty oil.

It’s the H-6.

No, it’s not called the H-6 now, but Air-You.

"Up there, that's Baiju! Our god of war!"

Someone shouted again, and everyone raised their eyes again.

Behind a row of empty oil tanks, four white horses followed slowly, like white war gods, guarding on both sides.

Miaomiao and Duanwu were jumping and shouting loudly.

They have two Baiju fighter planes at home, two models.

On weekdays, the friends in the courtyard are very envious of me.

"Blue Colt, and Blue Colt!"

"Wow, so many planes!"

Someone else exclaimed, followed by enthusiastic shouts.

Yang Xiaotao followed his gaze and saw, at the highest point, two blue horses shining with blue light, like two sharp swords hanging in the sky, intimidating the villains.

Suddenly, someone covered his face, suppressing the sadness in his heart, but couldn't help but make a sound in his throat, "Our plane, Lao Gao, our plane, did you see it?"

"Those planes flying in the sky are all our planes!"

"This is our own plane. You don't have to be afraid anymore!"

"Don't be afraid!"

"Brothers, don't be afraid!"

The same words kept appearing around, and the excited crowd found it difficult to suppress their inner emotions.

Maybe it is the fallen leaves returning to their roots, maybe it is the children away from home bringing more longings, or maybe it is the overlap of pessimism that makes people unable to control themselves.

Li Qing held Xiaoguai in her arms and looked at her husband who was holding the flag motionlessly in front of her, but she could feel his body trembling.

Yang Xiaotao took a step forward and put his hand on Du Chuan's shoulder.

He wanted to comfort this iron-blooded man, but he didn't know how to start.

Because he has never experienced it.

He didn't know what reason or words to use to comfort him.

"It's okay, I know, I always knew it!"

"I'm fine, I'm really fine!"

"I really, really want to see them again. This day has finally come!"

"Company Commander, Lao Li, Xiao Zhuang..."

“They are all right before my eyes…”

“And the doll…”

Du Chuan said in a low voice, his smile under the eye mask was particularly bright.

Li Qing couldn't hold back his tears any longer and tears fell down.

The little darling in her arms reached out and touched her mother's cheek, with curiosity all over her face.

"Xiaoqing, don't cry, we can't cry, we have to laugh!"

"Let them see us and smile. We will live a good life!"

"We have to laugh!"

Li Qing wiped his face and then nodded.

Seeing Xiaoguai's curious look, Li Qing put his cheek against Xiaoguai's forehead and smiled softly, "Xiaoguai, wait for your uncle to come back soon!"

Xiaoguai was confused and didn't understand what his mother meant.

"uncle!"

Li Qing repeated softly, and Xiaoguai understood this time, "Uncle!"

"Yes, uncle..."

The plane in the sky was still flying forward, passing over everyone's heads, and then flew away into the distance.

This is a flight around the old city, so that those who return can take a look at their motherland and recognize its homeland!
Finally, the fleet flew two circles in the air and arrived over the airport again.

Boom…

The low sound became increasingly louder, and the shape of the plane became clearer and clearer!
"Eighteen years, eighteen years. We are back. We are all back."

Beside him, Du Chuan whispered softly.

"Everyone is here to pick you up! Go home, go home!"

"Xiaoqing, come and take a look. Are my clothes neat and tidy?"

“Neat, very neat!”

Li Qing said this proudly, looking around. The people who came with him tried to hold their heads and chests high, like a team being inspected.

"Okay, everyone, everything is fine!"

"Show us our best side and welcome brothers home!"

Du Chuan's body trembled slightly, but he raised the flag higher!
At this moment, sadness is mixed with the excitement of a wish being fulfilled and the joy of reunion after a long separation.

air.

On the J-5 fighter jet leading the way, the two elderly pilots had serious expressions, with traces of tears on their faces.

Looking at the waiting crowd below, the two tried hard to suppress their inner excitement.

"Control tower, I'm the lead pilot!"

"Lead, this is the tower!"

After a brief confirmation, the plane began to lose altitude!
At some point, the pilots’ voices came from the loudspeakers around the airport!

"Reporting to the headquarters, the former Third Aviation Squadron, Captain Wang Gang, reports to you!"

"Reporting to the headquarters, the former Sixth Aviation Squadron, Captain Xu Baojun, reports to you!"

Two voices sounded in the communication channel, and then Mr. Peng's voice was heard.

"I'm Shishi!"

"Reporting to the Zhisi, our unit has completed the escort mission and returned safely. Please join the team!"

"welcome back!"

"Enter the queue!"

"Yes!"

Mr. Peng's voice remained calm.

As soon as he finished speaking, the two J-5s in front began to accelerate and flew over the airport!
When the J-5 flew over, everyone cheered loudly.

Waving everything that can be waved that can be reached.

Then, the sound of the loudspeaker came again.

"Reporting to the headquarters, the former Second Aviation Squadron, Captain Xu Dahua, reports to you!"

"Reporting to the headquarters, the former Fifth Aviation Squadron, Captain Liu Liangwei, reports to you!"

Two voices sounded, followed by Mr. Peng's voice.

"Enter the queue!"

"Yes!"

Afterwards, two J-6s followed the J-5's footsteps and flew past on both sides of the runway.

Cheers came and went!
In front of Yang Xiaotao, Miaomiao Duanwu led her two younger sisters and began to wave their little hands with smiles on their faces.

"Reporting to the headquarters, Wang Hai, a combatant from the former Third Aviation Squadron, reports to you!"

"Reporting to the headquarters, Liu Yuqing, a combatant from the former First Aviation Squadron, reports to you!"

Two J-7s flew high in the sky.

"Enter the queue!"

"Yes!"

Compared with the previous two types of aircraft, the J-7 has a more beautiful shape, and the people below are jumping and shouting at the plane.

As the six planes gradually moved away, the twelve empty planes behind them slowly approached.

They were moving very slowly, as if they were taking a walk in the air, and from time to time they looked at the surrounding scene and the earth below.

"Tower Tower, I am from the Wandering Squadron, requesting to go home!"

"Tower Tower, I am from the Wandering Squadron, requesting to go home!"

The pilot's heavy voice rang out from the loudspeaker, and the crowd waiting around the runway held their breath.

"Tower received!"

"Welcome the martyrs home!"

President Peng’s voice came, but it was still as calm as before.

Everyone heard it clearly, he was suppressing his emotions!

On the tower.

After Mr. Peng finished speaking, tears welled up in his eyes.

The uncle beside him stepped forward and said, "Let's go down and greet them!"

President Peng nodded, "Okay!"

The next moment, Mr. Peng turned around, and a group of people behind him were in neat and solemn silence.

They wore old military uniforms and dressed themselves neatly.

They did not wear insignia, but they polished the medals on their chests until they shined.

They stood there silently, but couldn't suppress the fire in their chests.

"Everyone!"

President Peng glanced at everyone, then took a deep breath and shouted, "Stand at attention!"

brush

"Get dressed!"

Even though it was already very neat, everyone carried out the instructions meticulously.

Hat brim, collar, cuffs, trouser seams.
Each one is solemn and dignified.

"The ceremony is over! Let's go!"

Mr. Peng shouted, and soon the team started moving forward and walked out of the tower.

Behind him, my uncle looked at the departing team with mixed emotions in his heart. He held the railing tightly with both hands and looked at the slowly landing plane.

"I must bring all the children back while I am still alive!"

"No one can be left behind!"

airport.

President Peng led the team to the airport and walked to the stand with a solemn expression.

Behind the podium, three rows of soldiers stood in neat rows.

These young soldiers were neatly dressed and in high spirits, yet they could not hide the excitement on their faces.

When the first plane landed, high-pressure water guns on both sides of the runway began to spray to form a water gate.

The plane glided slowly past, welcoming the warriors who were about to set off.

With drops of water dripping, the plane passed by on the runway.

"Everyone." Wang Minghai stood aside, shouting with veins bulging.

"stand at attention!"

"salute!"

The people waiting on both sides raised their hands, pushed forward and turned with the plane.

One after another, they passed through the water gate and landed at the airport.

When all twelve planes were parked and lined up in a neat row, salutes boomed in the distance.

boom

boom

boom

Eighteen cannons and three shots fired, resounding through heaven and earth.

The band played the March of the Volunteers, and the stirring sound echoed all around.

As the cabin opened, the young soldiers waiting below the stage held their heads high and walked forward one step at a time.

They walked very fast, their hearts were very excited.

There was a group of people standing in front of each plane.

There were countless eyes staring at every plane.

"Xiao Wu, do you think we can find it?"

Du Chuan was holding the flag and became worried at this time.

Xiao Wu was also a little undecided, and his face was full of anxiety.

Yang Xiaotao smiled calmly after hearing this and said, "Don't worry, since we have been notified, there must be a result."

"Yes, yes, otherwise why would we do this?"

Du Chuan quickly responded, and then excitedly moved the flagpole in his hand.

"Platoon Leader Du, how about I do it?"

The old soldier beside him spoke, but Du Chuan waved his hand and said, "No, this is nothing. When I was practicing with a gun, I tied a stone to the end and it lasted for a whole day."

"I'm not complaining about being tired anymore."

Xiao Wu beside him laughed and said, "Yes, that's right, but the next day I couldn't lift my arm."

"You kid, are you trying to sabotage me?"

"I didn't say that. The old cat told me that."

"Yes."

Xiao Wu suddenly stopped and his voice became three points weaker.

Du Chuan raised his head after hearing this and said, "Old Cat, I think he will come back this time."

Xiao Wu nodded, "Of course he will. I, I can smell the alcohol on him."

"Yes, it has a familiar smell."

On the other side, soldiers began to carry the coffin out of the plane. They worked in groups of two with solemn expressions.

They came quickly, but left very slowly.

When the coffins were neatly placed on the table, when all the coffins were put away.

Every soldier's heart is filled with pride.

"preparation!"

"Raise the gun!"

As the command was given, the soldiers lined up in a square formation in the distance raised their pistols and held them diagonally upwards.

"put!"

"Snapped!!!"

"put!"

"Snapped!!!"

"put!"

"Snapped!!!"

Three gunshots, the soldier holds his pistol and stands upright.

President Peng walked forward slowly, and everyone followed behind him.

"Return to your homeland! Rest in peace in our motherland!"

"The mountains and rivers are as we wish! Rest in peace, heroes!"

"Everyone!"

"Bow three times to the martyrs!"

Yang Xiaotao and the others also had solemn expressions, and then followed the command and bowed towards the group of coffins in front of them.

After bowing three times, Mr. Peng walked to the front, his legs straight, and glanced around, with a flash of grief in his eyes.

Stand at attention and salute.

"Soldiers."

Take a deep breath and feel full of energy.

"Enter the queue!"

The sound lingers until the end.

"Soldiers, get in line!"

There was a roar from behind, and the old soldiers looked moved.

The ceremony ended quickly, and then a soldier trotted over, stood under the flag, and saluted.

"Excuse me, are you from the Honorable Eighth Company?"

Before Platoon Leader Du could react, Xiao Wu beside him nodded immediately, "Yes, we are from the Honorary Eighth Company, we are."

"This is the acting commander of the Eighth Company, Du Chuan."

Platoon Leader Du nodded immediately after hearing this, "Yes, I am."

"Reconnaissance Platoon, Platoon Leader Du Chuan."

The soldier looked solemn and saluted again.

"Captain Du, and all comrades, please follow me."

After hearing this, everyone immediately followed the young soldier to the side.

Yang Xiaotao also led the children to follow. A group of dozens of people walked slowly forward, looking towards the coffin in front of them.

Finally, the soldiers stopped and saw dozens of coffins in front of them.

At this time, a middle-aged man came over with a folder in his hand.

"Hello, I am the person in charge of this handover."

The middle-aged man saluted first, then solemnly introduced, "We found the valley where the martyrs were buried based on the geographical location you described and the coordinates you provided."

"It's just that the other party has already developed it and built a factory there. After negotiation, we dug again and only found these."

"According to our analysis, there are a total of 46 remains of martyrs."

"Besides, we have some relics that we are sorting out over there."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, there was silence.

Du Chuan gripped the flagpole even tighter, and the veins on his hands were clearly visible.

"One hundred and twenty-six people, just, just forty-six?"

"Where's the rest?"

"Where's the rest?"

Du Chuan's voice was hoarse, and the people around him were also inexplicably sad.

The middle-aged man lowered his head. He couldn't answer this question.

The young soldier beside him had red eyes. He knew that the remaining people could not be found.

It is possible that they were harmed by wild beasts, or it is possible that they were harmed by animals, but the result is the same.

At this moment, the young soldier's heart was filled with anger.

"Lao Du!"

Du Chuan was shaking with excitement, and Yang Xiaotao quickly hugged him.

"Believe me, I will find it back. I will definitely find it back."

"Believe me!"

Du Chuan looked sad and nodded slightly.

Everyone looked sad, but they forced themselves to look forward.

"Xiao Wu, go and take a look."

Du Chuan spoke in a hoarse voice, Xiao Wu nodded, and the people around him helped walk towards where the relics were placed.

Yang Xiaotao supported Du Chuan and walked forward.

Du Chuan couldn't see, so he just touched the coffin little by little with his hands, and he would touch each coffin for a long time.

I would stand quietly in front of each coffin for a while.

"Xiao Yang."

After touching the last coffin, Du Chuan suddenly spoke.

"Old Du, you go ahead."

"Xiao Yang, don't worry about it."

"Here, there are one hundred and twenty-six souls. They are back."

Yang Xiaotao lowered his head. He knew that Du Chuan didn't want to make things difficult for him.

I understand more clearly that this is a kind of spiritual sustenance.

Yang Xiaotao didn't say anything, but just reached out and patted Du Chuan's arm.

"Platoon leader, platoon leader~~~"

At this moment, Xiao Wu's voice came from a distance. Yang Xiaotao looked in the direction of the voice and saw several veterans holding Xiao Wu, with a bugle in Xiao Wu's hand.

"It's Xiao Wu. He found the military bugle."

After Yang Xiaotao finished speaking, Du Chuan laughed, "See, I knew they were here."

"Here, there are one hundred and twenty-six of them."

At this moment, Du Chuan smiled particularly brightly.

"Xiao Wu, blow the assembly call!"

Xiao Wu came up to him with a bugle covered with verdigris in his hand.

Hearing Du Chuan's voice, Xiao Wu wiped the corners of his eyes, then picked up the bugle and put it to his mouth.

Take a deep breath.

Xiao Wu blew it hard.

The bugle, covered with verdigris, made a hissing sound, which was no longer the same as before, but it was the sound they had dreamed of so many times.

"Honorary Eighth Company, assemble!"

Du Chuan opened his voice, "Now let's call the roll."

"Li Fugang."

"To!"

The cry rang out.

"Gu Fuguo!"

"To!"

The assembly call was blown over and over again until the end.

"Li Erwa!"

"arrive"

After calling out the 126 names, Du Chuan's eye mask was soaked through, and he leaned on Yang Xiaotao, but he held himself up and shouted at the top of his voice, "Eighth Company, everyone assemble."

"us."

"go home!"

(End of this chapter)