Sergeant Mays reached out and carefully closed the eyes of Senior Sergeant Connor. Then he took out an alcohol-soaked disinfectant pad and gently cleaned the blood from around the old soldier's mouth and nose.
Covered in blood, Sergeant Kade stood beside the old man's body, leaning on his hand cannon in silence.
Senior Sergeant Dodoro was just as bloodstained. He bowed his head and murmured solemnly, "The Spirit of the Universe created the world, created suffering, and created happiness. Only through suffering can we feel the world. The Heavenly Father and Earthly Mother of Lumina will receive all noble and valorous souls. The Original Teachings teach us that we cannot choose life or death, but we can choose how to face them. Death does not belong to the working class."
His eulogy was an extraordinarily complicated mix of things, but no one was going to question it now.
By this point, the soldiers of the Thirty-Eighth Division had finally begun to calm down from their excitement. They had also at last realized that the Leg giant was dead and could no longer spring up and hurt them.
They accepted their comrades' sacrifice, and their victory, with equal composure.
By the time Meng Jiao arrived, Major General Hongkas had been dead for more than ten minutes. The troops had nearly finished clearing the battlefield.
Meng Jiao studied Major General Hongkas, sprawled in the bed of a truck. The Leg giant's enormous corpse filled the entire truck. Even through the blood and gore covering his face, the lingering look in his one remaining eye was still visible.
"What do you have to regret? I'm the one with regrets," Meng Jiao thought. "I'd planned to catch up and cut you down myself. I'd even decided which move to use. Who could've guessed you'd