Tiger Braves!
The instant those words left Xu Anbang's mouth-
Clack!
A faint sound rang out.
The massive cigar slipped from MacArthur's mouth and landed on his crisp, medal-covered uniform, burning a small black hole in the expensive fabric. A wisp of smoke rose.
He did not even notice.
Then, the body that had remained as straight as a javelin under the eyes of hundreds of thousands of Dragon Kingdom soldiers began to shake violently, beyond his control!
It was not anger, much less excitement. It was an instinctive shudder from the depths of his soul, like a grazing animal encountering its natural predator!
Fear!
Boundless fear!
The sight stunned every Dragon Kingdom general present!
On the platform, Yue Xiaofei jolted the instant he heard the codename [Tiger Braves].
He remembered!
Grandpa!
In that dilapidated old house in Jiangcheng, in his grandfather's room, so bare that it held only a bed and a table, there had been a single piece of calligraphy hanging on the wall!
It was written in wild cursive!
The strokes swept and coiled like dragons and snakes, their hooks elegant, their lines iron-hard. Every character seemed ready to burst free of the paper, carrying the killing spirit of clashing blades and charging cavalry!
When he was little and knew nothing, he had asked his grandfather what it said.
His grandfather had merely stroked his head. A trace of wistful remembrance that Yue Xiaofei could not understand had filled his clouded eyes as he said that a very great man had written it and given it to him.
[Who can stand mounted, blade held across the saddle? None but my Great General Tiger Braves!]
Boom!
The floodgates of memory burst open!
A thought that even Yue Xiaofei found absurd, yet that grew wildly all the same,