His words fell silent.
A deathly hush settled over the room.
Every officer, including Li Weiguo, who had been arguing heatedly with Zhao Mengsheng moments earlier, sprang to his feet!
None of them said a word.
They simply straightened their backs, raised their arms, and gave the old Marshal-who had spent his entire life working tirelessly for his country, its people, its soldiers, and its commanders-the most precise, most honorable military salute, straight from their hearts!
At that moment, no one spoke.
But every battle-hardened man in the conference room had tears in his eyes.
From that day onward, the spirit of the Dragon Kingdom's soldiers would burn hotter and stand more united!
Because they knew that behind them stood a nation that would never let its heroes shed both blood and tears!
Late that night.
Outside the temporary command center at Bureau 7's Modu branch.
A military helicopter slowly descended onto the helipad.
The fierce gusts whipped up by its rotor blades sent the clothes of Yue Xiaofei and the [Reverse Scale] squad waiting nearby snapping in the wind.
"This wind is way too strong! This little mouse's... hair is getting ruined!"
With a lollipop in her mouth, Han Duoduo complained as she struggled to hold down her hair, streaked with dark purple highlights.
Yet her eyes remained fixed, unblinking, on the helicopter that had just settled onto the ground.
For once, her usual playful grin was gone, replaced by a mixture of curiosity and nervousness.
She was not the only one. Beside her, Jin Dapao, [Wild Chicken], Lu Qingxue, and everyone else focused on the cabin door that was about to open.
They were all waiting for that legendary figure.
The undefeated legend whose name had already resounded across the world more than sixty years ago!
Bang-!