A general?
That title went off like a bomb at the silent entrance to the Cemetery!
Everyone erupted in bewilderment!
What the hell was going on?
Yue Xiaofei was only eighteen, a student who had just finished his college entrance exams!
And Old Sun, the cemetery keeper before them, was clearly a battle-hardened veteran. He had guarded this place for decades, almost completely cut off from the world.
How could the two of them possibly know each other?
And why would he address him with a title as reverent as "General"?
Hou Liangbing had just scrambled to his feet. Blood mingled with dirt on his forehead, making him look both ridiculous and frightening.
"Ha ha ha! A lunatic! He really is a lunatic!"
"Did you see that? He called some wet-behind-the-ears kid a general! His mind went years ago!"
Hou Liangbing tried to salvage what little remained of his dignity this way.
But this time, not a single agent joined in.
Everyone's attention was fixed on the cemetery keeper, who had broken down completely, tears streaming down his aged face.
"Sir, have you... mistaken me for someone else?" Yue Xiaofei asked cautiously.
"There's no mistake!"
Old Sun shook his head desperately. Tears poured from his clouded eyes as he clung to Yue Xiaofei, as though afraid he might suddenly vanish.
"Those eyes... that build... you're the spitting image of the general!"
"General Yue, do you really not remember me?"
"I'm Sun Desheng, commander of the Fifth Battalion, Third Regiment, 38th Army! Oh..."
As he spoke, the old man who had stood so unyieldingly and pointed a gun at Hou Liangbing moments earlier suddenly buckled at the knees and fell to the ground.
He sobbed like a child who could not find his way home.
It was as though being forgotten