The question came out of nowhere, like a bucket of ice water dumped over everyone's heads.
The thugs who had charged halfway forward stopped instinctively and exchanged bewildered looks.
Sun Xiaochuan froze too. He frowned and roared impatiently:
"I don't give a damn whose grave it is! Even if it belongs to the Jade Emperor himself, I'm digging it up today!"
"Who is he? Just some soldier, isn't he? A dead soldier!"
His lackeys burst into laughter again.
To them, Yue Xiaofei's question was the cry of a man with nothing left to try.
But Yue Xiaofei's next words cut their laughter short.
His voice rose sharply, ringing over Qingshan Cemetery like a great bell!
"Chen Ze!"
"One of Modu's Eight Hundred Heroes!"
"He advanced deep into enemy territory with his unit, faced a force ten times their size, and fought to the death without retreating!"
"He gave his life to buy precious time for the main force to withdraw!"
"After his death, he was awarded First-Class Merit!"
"He was a hero who shed his blood on the battlefield defending his country!"
With every word, Yue Xiaofei's presence grew more commanding!
By the end, his voice rolled like thunder, filled with solemn, undeniable authority!
The force of it even made Sun Xiaochuan take an unconscious half-step back!
He was stunned!
And he wasn't alone. The three thousand thugs behind him had been shaken too!
They might be ruthless outlaws who respected no law, but deep down, they were still people of the Dragon Kingdom!
The word "hero" stirred an almost instinctive reverence in them!
Digging up an ordinary soldier's grave was one thing. Digging up the grave of a First-Class Merit recipient, a National Hero, was something else entirely!
The first could be called a personal feud.
The second was