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"That's great! The oldest uncle's lips trembled as he struggled to find the right words.
"Uncle, don't worry. Our country is strong now, and life is getting better every day. All of this was earned through the sacrifices of countless revolutionary martyrs." Lin Feng's eyes glistened with tears. As a soldier, he understood all too well what peace and stability meant for someone in his position.
"General Song, General Xiao, comrades, let’s raise our glasses together. We were born in different times, but we share a common goal: to protect our homeland and safeguard our people. Throughout thousands of years of history, you may feel insignificant, and perhaps no one will remember you, but everything you have done deserves respect." Lin Feng downed his cup in one go.
"Brothers, cheers!" Song Chenghu raised his cup and bowed slightly to the veterans before downing his drink.
Lin Xiao and the others followed suit, finishing their cups as well.
They gathered around the campfire, sharing stories from the battlefield. They cheered when recounting moments of defeating enemies and laughed at amusing tales with their comrades. They felt sorrow when reminiscing about lost friends and grieved for those who had met tragic ends.
Their emotions were simple, their bonds deep, and their resolve unwavering. Driven by a single belief, they had won without advanced weapons, systematic training, or even robust physiques.
The night breeze was cool, and the stars twinkled above as the entire world listened to their stories.
This was a gathering that transcended thousands of years—three soldiers from different eras raising their glasses in joy for the prosperity of their country.
Everyone was filled with passion; they drank more and more but remained sober, sharing more heartfelt words. Yet, as with all gatherings, there comes a time when they must part ways.
"Uncle, what are your plans?" Yan Kongyue couldn't bear to send them back to Difu but also didn't want them to remain in the wilderness as lost souls.
"We are people of this land in life; we should guard it in death. Now that the Oni have been eradicated, it seems our existence has lost its meaning."
"No," Yan Kongyue replied. "People may not recognize you, but every individual in this country admires and is grateful for you. I have an idea; I wonder if you would be willing to consider it."
"Child, speak your mind!"
"General Song," he continued, "I am the commander of the Ghost Army. If you are willing to join us, perhaps one day we can return to the battlefield together where you can fight once more."
"We can still return to battle?"
"Can we really kill Oni again?"
"I want to go back to battle!"
Both veterans and Doll Soldiers stood up excitedly.
"Then I invite you to join my Ghost Army. I promise that when war breaks out, the Ghost Army will be at the forefront."
"Great!" They sought nothing more than to protect their homeland while alive and guard peace even in death—that was their lifelong wish.
"Welcome aboard!" Song Chenghu and Xiao Zhantian were equally thrilled.
Though separated by a millennium, they shared a common goal that forged them into the best of brothers."
Lin Xiao silently observed everything before him. He had never imagined that one day he would witness such a unique gathering. Who said that humans and ghosts were worlds apart? Who said that the realms of yin and yang were separated? As long as there is existence, there is meaning.
As dawn approached, the young man picked up the bugle and, facing the morning light, sounded the triumphant song of victory.
"Brother, come with us!"
"Alright!" The Veterans stood up, straightened their military uniforms, and saluted as the sun rose. Then, Yan Kongyue and the others waved goodbye.
"Goodbye!"
"Goodbye!"
"We will have many opportunities to meet again in the future!"
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