The setting sun's afterglow, the lonely clouds, reflected on the horizon.
The northern night wind, mixed with the cold air, blew on the female soldiers 'tear-streaked cheeks.
They watched as the flag that once represented glory and honor slowly descended in the sorrowful wind.
That was their glory.
He had once regarded it as an honor that he had defended with his life.
Now, it had come to a tragic end.
From now on, the misty cloud battle group would no longer exist in this world. It would only become a symbol of history, quietly flashing in the long river of history.
wuu ... a female soldier who was gritting her teeth and trying her best to keep her eyes open to stop her tears from flowing down finally couldn't bear the grief in her heart and sobbed loudly.
It was like a stone thrown into a Lake, causing a series of ripples.
The female soldiers cried out one after another, hugging each other and sobbing uncontrollably.
