I slept again until the afternoon of the next day, when my roommates woke up one by one.

Today is the day when the teachers and students of Wuhan University hold a funeral for the students who died in the battlefield.

Su Bai and his roommates were all wearing Wuhan University uniforms and a white linen jacket outside, walking in twos and threes on the campus streets.

It was raining lightly in the sky.

But at this time, not a single student held an umbrella, and all of them were walking in the rain with solemn faces and heads lowered.

Their destination was the Martyrs Cemetery at Jiangzhou Wuhan University.

Before arriving at the Martyrs Cemetery, coffins were lined up.

On each coffin were written the heroic deeds of the students, with the old principal reading aloud with great sadness:

Cheng Guorong started practicing martial arts at the age of ten. He entered the junior martial arts realm at the age of fifteen. He was admitted to the Wuhan University at the age of eighteen. He was an intermediate martial artist on the battlefield of Ten Thousand Tribes. In order to protect his comrades, he dragged three ghost cats to his death and died in a bloody battle!

Chang Shanyin, the top scholar in martial arts in Baiyang County, was in the middle-level martial arts realm when he entered the Wuhan University. After three months of training, he was promoted to high-level. The bronze-level ghost cat slaughtered everyone. He stepped forward regardless of the danger and tried his best to hold off the bronze-level ghost cat for a whole day.

In three minutes, he was torn into twelve pieces, his body was almost eaten by the nether cats, and only one hand was left!

Next to the coffin, a student wearing a Wuhan University uniform and a plain white linen jacket stood aside with a solemn expression.

Whenever the old president finished reciting the deeds of a martyr, twelve Wuhan University students would solemnly lift a coffin on the ground and slowly walk into the cemetery of the martyrs with solemn goose steps.

Each coffin was covered with a bright red war flag of the Great Wall of the Human Race, and the motto of Jiangzhou Wuhan University was sewn onto it with golden silk thread.

With my chest, the Dragon Casting Kingdom cannot bring down the Great Wall!

On the ground are white paper money, the living people's condolences and farewells to their dead comrades.

The drizzle in the sky was getting heavier and heavier. Perhaps God didn't want to see these tough men cry anymore and wanted to cover their tears with rain.

After all the coffins were carried into the corresponding graves, the old principal expressed his condolences.

Those of you who survived, fight for those who did not come back! They are all your brothers and sisters!

Inherit their will, become stronger, kill, and protect!

The chief instructor then roared:

All available!

A bow!

Thousands of students slowly lowered their upper bodies in front of the tombstones and bowed deeply.

This bow represents: May there be no war in heaven, peace and happiness.

Bow again!

This bow represents the hope that we can be brothers again in the next life and have a good time drinking and talking.

Three bows!

This bow means that from now on, your parents are my parents, and I will do my best to take care of them.

Have a good trip, brother.

Fire the gun!

Bang bang bang!

One hundred seniors held guns and fired into the sky, bullets flying across the sky, as if they were guiding the dead brothers to the direction of heaven.

When the gunfire rang out, countless people dressed in white outside the Wuhan University campus burst into tears.

These are the parents who came after hearing the news. One thousand, two hundred and fifty people went and more than five hundred people returned.

There are too many people who will never come back.

To the motherland, a soldier dies on the battlefield.

But for a family, it is a separation of close relatives.

It’s the grief that white-haired people send to black-haired people!

An old woman held a piece of clothing worn by her child in her hand, and collapsed on the ground in despair. She kept beating the railing next to her with her hands, her eyes filled with tears, and she cried in a miserable voice:

Why, why do those beasts of all races want to invade us! Why do those beasts want to kill my son? What did my son do wrong?

God, tell me what my son has done wrong, and you want to take his life away when he is only eighteen years old!

Our family used to live a good life, why are you so heartless, you damn beast, you give me back my son, you give me back my son!!

Most of the thousands of parents present felt the same as this old woman. They didn't understand why all races wanted to invade and why they lost their children.

The cry of pain spread throughout Wuhan University.

Even Su Xiaomei, who has always been lively, held her parents' hands tightly in this situation:

Dad, they, are they all the family members of whose children died in the battlefield?

Su's father, Qiu Zihao, nodded solemnly.

Su Xiaomei's voice was a little more choked up: Oh, it looks so pitiful.

...

The entire funeral lasted for nearly three hours. At the end, the tired-looking old principal announced:

Students, your parents must be waiting for you outside the campus at this time. The school will have a seven-day holiday starting from tomorrow, so spend time with your families.

If so many students hadn't died on the battlefield of all races, the students who heard that they would have a seven-day holiday would probably have jumped up with joy.

But at this time, all the students' faces were full of grief, and they slowly walked towards the school gate one by one.

Since Wuhan University is a school under military management, parents are not allowed to enter.

The surviving students were able to fly into the arms of their parents.

As for the students who died, the seniors could only hold the dark urns one by one and look for their corresponding parents among the crowd.

Seeing Su Bai coming out, Su Xiaomei quickly shouted:

Su Bai, Su Bai, we are here!

Su Bai looked up and saw his parents and sister arriving. The dull mood of the whole day was immediately swept away, and he walked towards his family with a smile.

No matter when, no matter how bad their mood is, as long as their family members are around, they can always give themselves the warmest feeling.

Mother Su kept looking at Su Bai with thick dark circles under her eyes. When she found that Su Bai was really not injured, she held Su Bai in her arms and cried bitterly.

Su Zihao said: "Your mother heard yesterday that your school was going to hold a funeral. She also read on the news that so many students were attacked by ferocious beasts. They were so scared that they couldn't sleep all night. Even if I explained to your mother that you were fine, she

Still worried about you.

Okay, isn't Su Bai okay? Let's talk slowly when we go home. Even if you hold an umbrella on this rainy day, you will get wet.

But Su's mother ignored her, for fear that if she let go, she would never see her child again.

Su Bai always reported good news but not bad news to his family. He did not tell his family about his going to the battlefield this time. When he came back, he simply made a phone call to ask about family affairs, as if this war had never happened.

So after receiving the notice from the school and seeing the news, Su Bai's parents knew that their son had already been on the battlefield!
Chapter completed!