The artist pulls out a weeping willow tree

"Let's go." Guan Qingyue came over and reminded softly.

Jixiang put the storage bag away and stood up to take a last look at the devastated land. She didn't know its past, nor would she necessarily have the chance to know its future. In this brief encounter, all she could do was pray and wish...

The journey, which lasted less than a day, was about to end. The curiosity about the military camp and the excitement of being exposed to a real battlefield had been overshadowed by the shadow brought by the battlefield.

What you hear and see is ultimately not as shocking as the real, true cruelty you experience through all your senses when you are there in person. Facing this, one can only understand more and more how shallow and poor words are...

The freshmen gathered in silence waiting to return.

Suddenly, a scream of pain and struggle rang out in the military camp, "Let me go, you TM! I... Mmmmm..."

Someone came immediately to deal with the situation and said with ease: "Hurry up and send him to the psychological clinic..." At the same time, the chaos was quickly quelled as the sounds of fighting and arguing gradually faded away.

The freshmen stood outside the barracks and looked at the soldiers at the gate with indifferent and calm expressions, and could not help but look at each other in surprise.

"It should be post-war psychological syndrome." Ji Wu Ce suggested in a low voice.

Post-war syndrome is a type of "post-traumatic stress disorder" and refers to the sequelae of psychological disorders after a person encounters or resists major stress. This includes life threats, serious physical injuries, and physical or mental coercion. This phenomenon is a reasonable result after experiencing trauma, rather than a problem with the patient's psychological state. The main symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) include nightmares, personality changes, emotional separation, insomnia, irritability, and hypervigilance.

I didn't expect to encounter such a situation today.

"The mind is too fragile!" Some students couldn't help but complain in a low voice.

Then many people sneered, "Ha!" Where did this absolute idiot come from!

"What the hell are you laughing at!" The biggest idiot got angry out of shame.

"I hope you can always be firm and strong!" Ji Wu Ce lowered his eyes and spoke slowly with a calm expression. His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for the great idiot to hear clearly.

Jixiang and the others tacitly gave Ji Wuce an appreciative look.

Many people burst into laughter after hearing this. The great idiot had obviously angered everyone, so he had to keep quiet.

Jixiang couldn't help but pinch his fingertips, and his mental power had locked onto the peerless big idiot himself. This stupid look was really disgusting! Jixiang curled his lips in disdain.

"What's wrong?" Guan Qingyue asked Jixiang in a low voice.

"…Nothing, I just got fooled by mistake." Jixiang showed a regretful look.

Su Eryafei gave Jixiang a knowing look, and Jixiang smiled shyly.

"Is Jixiang upset?" Seeing this, Mo Xingfeng couldn't help but whisper to Ji Wuce beside him.

"Exciting?" Mo Zuolan pricked up his ears and eavesdropped.

"...What are you thinking about! We'll be boarding the ship soon." Ji Wuce glared at the two of them speechlessly, then couldn't help but secretly observe Jixiang with the corner of his eye. The military advisor's intuition told him that Jixiang must be up to something bad!

Jixiang, who was harboring evil intentions, looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, and looked honest and well-behaved.

The line began to move.

"Ah!" A scream suddenly came from the direction of the transport ship, and the team became agitated in an instant.

A boy suddenly fell down the ladder of the transport ship with a look of fear in his eyes, and hid behind the teacher, "Yes, there are bugs!"

The teacher narrowed his eyes at the boy and said coldly: "...What kind of bug is that?"

"That... that... hey? How, how... it's gone..." The frightened boy grabbed the teacher's clothes and poked his head out tremblingly, but there was nothing. "I, I clearly..."

"What do you mean by mingming? Stop being crazy and get on board immediately!" It was totally incomprehensible! The teacher had checked the situation as soon as the incident happened, and there was nothing unusual around here or with this boy.

The boy, who was also an absolute idiot, boarded the transport ship dejectedly under the complicated gazes of everyone and the stern eyes of the teacher.

Jixiang followed the crowd to watch the fun as if nothing had happened.

"Serves you right!" Suerya snorted coldly.

"You deserve it!" Jixiang immediately snorted coldly.

Ji Wu Ce narrowed his dark eyes slightly which were blocked by the lenses. Could it be that his intuition was really wrong?

Suddenly, Guan Qingyue turned her head and looked at Ji Wuce. Ji Wuce pretended not to notice, but his heart was slightly moved. He thought to himself that it seemed like everyone had a secret, except... Ji Wuce looked at the two brothers who were trying to stir up trouble and enjoy the fun. They were really two stupid little wolves!

The perceptive brothers, Making Trouble, all turned their heads and looked at Ji Wuce in confusion.

No plan: "..."

The next day after returning to school was the public memorial day.

At six o'clock in the morning, all teachers and students gathered and took the school bus to the Zhan Da Martyrs Cemetery.

The Zhan Da Martyrs Cemetery is located in the Heping District of Zhan Zi No. 9 Star.

A place where the four seasons are like spring, with all kinds of flowers blooming all year round. Zhanda Martyrs Cemetery is actually an open cemetery complex, without walls or fixed boundaries. It can also be said that the entire Heping District belongs to the scope of the Martyrs Cemetery, and the large area where the peace flowers bloom is where the soldiers rest.

When Jixiang and his team arrived at the largest Heping Flower Sea in Heping District, many residents from Planet No. 9 had already come to Heping District, mainly retired soldiers and teachers.

The sixth grade graduates will arrive at the Peace Flower Sea on time at 9 a.m. Before that, the students will visit the Martyrs' Cemetery under the guidance of their respective class teachers.

At this moment, Hong Peilu looked solemn and dignified, and Jixiang followed Hong Peilu as they shuttled between the tombstones.

"Damn it, I finally don't have to drink delicious nutrient solution anymore!"

"Ahhh! Please remember that Mecha Storm is my love!"

"Damn it, don't step on me!"

"If the mecha and your wife fall into the water at the same time, who will you save first?"

"Let me see what's down there first!"

"..."

Hong Peilu stopped in front of a tombstone with the inscription "To be honest, I want to be buried in the principal's office!" and remained silent for a long time...

Jixiang stood beside Hong Peilu like a shadow. The long-brewed sadness was heavy and lingering, and no matter how hard he tried to hide it, clues would eventually show up.

Jixiang picked out some relatively beautiful peace flowers, carefully made a wreath, and carefully placed it on the tombstone, like a hero's laurel wreath...

"...Let's go." Hong Peilu looked at the simple wreath, smiled lightly, and turned to leave first.

The breeze blows over the peace flowers, the sun gently kisses every tombstone, and the years flow by like water. No one can accurately describe what it has taken away and what it has left behind...