Qingshan Cemetery.
This was where Jinling laid its martyrs and heroes to rest. Evergreen pines and cypresses stood over grounds that were always solemn and dignified.
Today, however, the atmosphere was heavier than ever.
Along the road leading to the cemetery, a guard armed with a loaded weapon stood every ten meters.
The entire cemetery had been placed under strict lockdown.
When the convoy carrying Yue Xiaofei and the others slowly passed through the cemetery gates, everyone was stunned by the sight before them.
The cemetery square was already filled with mourners.
At the front stood the senior officers of the Jinling Military Region, all in uniform, the stars on their shoulders gleaming.
Their expressions were solemn as they stood in the rain, silently awaiting the hero's coffin.
Behind them stood representatives from all walks of life in Jinling.
Many elderly veterans had also come of their own accord. Medals covered their chests, and despite their age, their backs remained ramrod straight.
Most striking of all were the countless wreaths and flower baskets arranged on either side of the gravestone, woven from white and yellow chrysanthemums.
Memorial banners stood like a forest, and white flowers lay like snow.
They transformed the entire burial ground into an ocean of grief.
A secretary from the Jinling Municipal Government stood beside the military officers, inwardly marveling at the scale of it all.
He had seen grand occasions before, but never a funeral accorded such extraordinary honors.
Just what kind of hero had fallen?
Whoosh!
His gaze instinctively swept across the inscriptions on the wreaths.
"All officers and soldiers of the Modu Eight Hundred Company bid farewell to our comrade Chen Ze!"
"The Jiangbei Provincial Public Security Department deeply mourns the martyr Chen Ze!"
So far, the secretary thought nothing was out of the