I Created an Ancient Salvation Organization

"Om...

With the sound of the engine, the car shook slightly.

Anthony, the captain of the Bordeaux team, sat on the side of the cargo compartment of the transporter and looked at Hobert on the opposite side.

The latter's left ring finger and little finger are gone.

Moreover, in their arms, each held a small jar of ashes.

There were four people when we went, and two people who came back. It is undoubtedly the norm for soldiers to die during the war.

In fact, the situation was so critical at the time that they couldn't bring back all the remains of their comrades.

And then... that hand became ashes in a jar.

In addition to the two of them, there were many soldiers sitting in the huge cargo hold.

They are all outstanding role models in this battle, so they have to return to Europe to participate in the award ceremony.

But apart from the roar of the engine, there was no murmur in the air.

The atmosphere was a bit depressing. After all, this tragic war made all the survivors feel bad.

A person with a higher rank glanced at everyone and suddenly said:

"From Algeria, it is more than 700 kilometers away from the country, and it will take a long time. Everyone, please rest early22.

Anthony withdrew his gaze with Hobert, leaned back, lowered his head slightly, and closed his eyes to sleep.

After so many days of high-intensity combat, he really should rest.

The confined space was crowded with people, keeping everyone warm. For Anthony, who was too sleepy, it was like soaking in a warm bathtub.

He fell asleep quickly.

Accompanied by chariots, the transport vehicle traveled on the vast and boundless Mediterranean ice surface. From time to time, the ice cubes could be seen protruding, like sparse low mountains.

These are the traces left by the war.

I don't know how long I slept, when Anthony suddenly felt someone patted his shoulder, opened his eyes and saw that the fellow soldiers were getting out of the car.

"You have already arrived at the place, everyone should assemble quickly." Someone shouted outside, and the roar of armored vehicles was interspersed.

After getting out of the car with Hobert, the cold wind was blowing, and the temperature difference caused them to shiver unconsciously.

This is a barracks on the seaside, used to protect Gaul's second-ranked city, and the third-ranked metropolitan area, Marseille.

There is a thick exhaust in the air, but the soldiers are used to it.

Seeing that everyone was lined up in a square, the man with the rank of lieutenant colonel stood at attention and saluted, and turned from left to right, watching everyone.

This group of soldiers who had just come down from the battlefield also immediately stood up and returned their salute.

"Welcome, heroes." The lieutenant colonel put down his hands, took a straddle posture, and put his hands behind him.

"You have two days to go back to accompany your family, and then you have to go to Paris to be honored under the arrangement of the local military district.

"This is the honor you deserve!"

"Next, someone will arrange a special car for you to send you to your hometown, okay, disband.

If everything is as the lieutenant colonel said, someone will come to bring everyone to register for a long time.

"Looks like we'll have to be apart for a while," Hobert said, hugging and parting with Anthony.

Hobert's family is in Grenoble.

It is a city in southeastern Gaul, located in the Alps, on the Isère River, a tributary of the Rhone, and is the capital of the Isère province.

Before the cataclysm, it was a famous ski resort, attracting countless snow sports enthusiasts from all over the world every winter.

The 1968 Winter Pride was held in Grenoble.

Of course, all of this is now in vain, after all, the world is full of frost hell.

Seeing Anthony's eyes on the urn, Hobert patted him on the shoulder after a moment of silence:

"Don't worry, I will personally send the two of them back to their hometown.

Anthony didn't speak, just nodded, took out the pack of cigarettes from Yan Guo from his breast pocket, took one out and handed it to Hobert.

The latter lit a cigarette in the cold wind, sucked heavily, and then exhaled long blue smoke.

Anthony just put it on his nose and sniffed, and said in a low voice:

"We originally agreed that we would share this pack of cigarettes with you when we came back, but now... only the two of us have smoked.

"Snapped!"

In the dim sky, the flames illuminated his face, and the cigarette was ignited little by little, showing dark red traces.

"A..."

After exhaling the smoke, Anthony put on his hat again and waved to Hobert: "I'm leaving, see you again, Barry.

Saying that, he climbed into the military vehicle beside him.

And the veteran Hobert was in the cold wind, watching him go away until he completely disappeared from sight.

Looking at the unchanging icy scenery outside the window, Anthony suddenly felt a little dazed.

Homecoming...what a distant term.

He is from Provence and lives with his family in the small town of Cannes more than 130 kilometers away.

It is a city of art that makes people linger, and the famous Palme d'Or was awarded in his hometown.

Only later because of the threat of catastrophe, Gaul had to learn from the Flame Kingdom and gather the scattered population.

So, the family had to move to Nice next door.

More than 100 kilometers is not a very long distance, and the main transportation route has always been maintained by the army, so the car travels very fast.

At four or five o'clock in the afternoon local time, the car stopped downstairs in an apartment.

"Thank you.

After Anthony thanked the crew, he got out of the car with his backpack and stepped into the snow several centimeters deep.

It was a strong wind blowing from the wilderness.

"You're welcome, we will pick you up on time in two days." After the driver finished speaking, he started the car and left.

Standing on the street, looking at the apartment building in front of him, Anton 653 Ni suddenly hesitated and was afraid to meet his family.

If he is from the Yan Kingdom, or knows the culture of the Yan Kingdom, he will definitely think of the word "near-native, timid and timid".

After hesitating for a while, Anthony finally gathered up his courage and was about to ring the video phone, but just at this moment—

"Anthony!

A shout came from one side, and his hands froze in mid-air.

Turning his head blankly, Anthony saw a woman wrapped in a red scarf and a plush hat, standing alone on the street.

He had already rehearsed the scene of returning home countless times in his mind, but at this moment, his mouth was only half-open, and he couldn't say anything.

"Snapped!"

Backpack falls on snow.

As the team leader, Anthony knew that he had the safety of the players on his shoulders and had to keep calm at all times, as shielding would interfere with his feelings.

From the Dragoon Parachute Regiment, to the Special Research Department's attack team, to the remote investigation team of the Southern Legion's Exoskeleton Battalion.

He suffered countless injuries, but never said a word.

But at this moment, Anthony's vision became more and more blurred, and hot tears ran down his face.

The woman also ran over emotionally out of control, ran across the snow-covered ground, ran across the low building made of red bricks, and the long scarf wafted in the wind.

Finally, the two lovers who had been separated for a long time embraced each other on this desolate street and never separated from each other again.