Boom!
The verses rolled over the square like thunder!
Every word of that farewell poem brimmed with resolve and tragic grandeur!
Every phrase burned with all the light and heat a patriot had unleashed in the final moments of his life!
"Sob..."
One of the female agents could no longer contain herself. She covered her mouth and broke into tears.
Even Jin Dapao, a man as tough as iron, had tears in his eyes.
They could almost see that ragged, wounded man unleashing his final roar as the enemy burst through the door, at the very end of his life!
What courage!
What unyielding integrity!
Yue Xiaofei could bear it no longer. He straightened and delivered an impeccable military salute toward the statue!
That man was not merely his grandfather!
He was a hero of this country! The backbone of its people!
Just then, Elder Xu spoke again:
"[Old Farmer] was like a match hidden in the deepest darkness, burning himself away without anyone knowing."
"But it was precisely that insignificant match-"
"That kindled the first flame to light our Dragon Kingdom's path out of the darkness!"
As his words fell, the hollowed-out heart in the statue's chest blazed with red light.
Like a heart truly burning for its country, beating eternally in the night.
"Finished?"
While everyone was still immersed in that overwhelming sense of tragic heroism, Hou Liangbing's mocking voice intruded once again.
"Clap! Clap! Clap!"
Hou Liangbing clapped his hands, no longer bothering to conceal the ridicule on his face.
"A wonderful story. Very touching. Too bad it's fake!"
He pointed at Elder Xu, his voice suddenly rising. "You old bastard, did you think you could fool all of us with some made-up story? [Old Farmer]? A death poem? Do you think we're making a movie here?!"