Salute, Battle Hymn! Salute!
Was Zhao Li really that simple? Was his life really ordinary?
Was he really just an ordinary person? Was he that mediocre on the surface?
If it was before, everyone's answer would be yes.
But now, with the appearance of the black-robed man and the beautiful woman, this answer was clearly wrong.
With this thought, everyone's blank gazes moved away from the tombstone.
Just as everyone was in a daze and looking at the old red flag.
Bang!
The sound of the door closing rang out.
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice.
A man in black was holding a black umbrella and protecting a white-haired old man.
The white-haired old man had a head of white hair and his face was full of wrinkles. He looked a little old, but it could not hide the dignity of the old man and the aura of a person who had been in power for a long time.
He was wearing a well-ironed and well-fitted Chinese tunic suit with a very smooth surface. The fabric looked very high-quality, and the white-haired old man looked a few years younger under the contrast of this Chinese tunic suit.
The white-haired old man stepped forward, his hands naturally hanging by his sides. He stood slightly in front of the beautiful woman.
Just by standing there, the white-haired old man gave off an extremely powerful sense of oppression.
Like the beautiful woman, the white-haired old man did not say a word. He stood there stiffly. His eyes were not big, but they were staring in the direction of the tombstone.
Whoosh--
The crowd was in an uproar.
When the white-haired old man appeared, discussions broke out everywhere. Some of the old men could not help but widen their eyes, while some of the younger generation could not see the reason.
"This old man…this old man is not simple! It's definitely not simple!"
"You don't have to tell me! Who could wear a tunic suit now? Sitting on a red flag and wearing a tunic suit…Could he be here to pay his respects to Zhao Li?!”
"Is Old Zhao really as poor as we think? Is he really just an ordinary person?”
"I…I don't know!"
? At this moment, Zhao Li's four comrades were all dumbstruck. They looked at the white-haired old man, and their eyes were filled with shock.
Old Chinese tunic suit, no license plate.
Just these two things alone, even a rich man immersed in the business world knew what they meant.
That was the existence that they feared the most.
No matter how powerful they were in the business world, they could only submit in front of such people.
In addition to the aura of a superior emitted by the white-haired old man, they seemed to have lost their voices.
"How could…how could someone like that…appear at Old Zhao's funeral!”Zhang Zheng's tone changed. He could no longer maintain his calm expression. He stared at the white-haired old man with his mouth agape.
The appearance of the white-haired old man caused a huge wave to rise in his heart.
This white-haired old man in a Chinese tunic suit was someone that Zhang Zheng could not come into contact with. He was a figure that he might never be able to meet in his life.
But today, he was actually attending the funeral of one of his comrades, an old friend who had been mediocre all his life, an ordinary person who could not be more ordinary, an old friend who had been poor all his life, and who had worked hard all his life…
There was a red flag without a license plate, a well-trained mysterious man in black, a beautiful woman whose identity was unknown, and a white-haired old man in an old-fashioned Chinese tunic suit…
A terrifying thought appeared in Zhang Zheng's mind.
This thought greatly shocked him. He even began to doubt whether he was at Zhao Li's funeral or attending a high-level meeting.
If it was just a suspicion before, Zhang Zheng could now confirm that his thoughts were correct!
For a moment, the expressions of the old brothers were as if they had been petrified. Their necks seemed to be restrained by something, but they twisted inch by inch as they looked at the tombstone.
Dong---
Dong---
At this moment.
A few loud bangs that came from nowhere interrupted everyone's thoughts. They forced their gazes back to where the white-haired old man and the mysterious black-robed man were standing.
"Salute…It's actually a salute!”Zhang Zheng murmured.
When the other three comrades heard this, their expressions changed drastically. Shock swept through their hearts and minds.
Although it was just a few words, they knew what it meant from Zhang Zheng's mouth.
Dong---
Dengdeng Dengdeng, Dengdeng, Dengdeng Dengdeng…
The loud noise was still coming, but a piece of music was playing around them. It was a piece of music that no one had heard before.
This piece of music had no lyrics, only a rhythm. At first, the rhythm was very low and oppressive, but as the melody unfolded, the rhythm gradually became more exciting. Every beat struck heavily on everyone's hearts.
A battlefield seemed to appear in front of everyone's eyes. Swords flashed, guns fired, and the flames of war spread everywhere. There were traces of artillery shells everywhere...
Suddenly-
Deng, deng, deng…
The rhythm of the music suddenly sped up, and just as everyone was not expecting it.
The white-haired old man, the mysterious black-robed man, and the beautiful woman moved at the same time.
Swoosh swoosh--
They faced the tombstone and raised their hands in unison, saluting in the direction of the tombstone.
At this moment, the entire place was silent.
The sorrowful atmosphere in the Ridge Cemetery became even more intense, but it also added a touch of solemnity.
Time seemed to freeze as everyone's gaze turned to the white-haired old man and the black-robed man.
Their eyes were filled with surprise, their mouths wide open, and their expressions were filled with shock and fear.
An extremely terrifying thought appeared in everyone's mind, but at this moment, none of them spoke. Or rather, none of them dared to speak.
Everyone stood on the spot, forgetting the passage of time, forgetting that they were in a funeral, and even forgetting themselves.
In their eyes, there was only the mysterious man who was saluting the tombstone. In their hearts, there was only the terrifying thought that made countless of them tremble but could not believe it.
Time passed by in this almost static manner.
Climbing, climbing, climbing.
The music that had struck everyone's hearts countless times stopped.
At the same time, the white-haired old man, the mysterious black-robed man, and the beautiful woman slowly put down their hands.
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