The Rise of a Special Forces Soldier Abandoned by a Wealthy Family

At 11:30 a.m., at the entrance of Shijiagou Village.

The crowd density reached its peak, as if the entire county's attention was focused on this place. "A sea of ​​people" is an understatement.

The hillside was covered in a dark mass of people, the field ridges were crowded with people, and even the tree branches in the distance were occupied by curious and excited people.

The news was like cold water poured into boiling oil—Wang Guangtou and his henchmen had been captured and were kneeling before the coffin—this information spread like wildfire, igniting countless long-suppressed hearts.

People flocked to the county seat, from various towns and villages, and even from more distant villages, like streams flowing into the sea.

They saw:

The silent, crouching armed helicopter, exuding an aura of war, gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

Those fully armed soldiers, with eyes like eagles and motionless, formed an insurmountable and formidable barrier.

The row of top-of-the-line luxury cars, displayed silently like modern works of art, symbolizes unimaginable wealth and power.

In front of the mourning hall, white banners fluttered in the wind, and incense smoke rose straight up. But what was most shocking were the figures kneeling on the cold ground, covered in blood and trembling like leaves—the former bullies who had once terrorized the village.

A sense of awe, solemnity, sorrow, and a brewing, almost triumphant, sense of divine justice mingled together to create an indescribably complex atmosphere. The murmurs of the crowd rose like a continuous, whispering wave.

"Good heavens... what a spectacle..."

"If Uncle Qinglie could know this from beyond the grave, he could close his eyes in peace now..."

"Look at that pathetic Wang Guangtou! He's always so imposing!"

"That car... I've seen it in a magazine, it must be worth tens of millions, right?"

"More people are coming! Look over there!"

"Buzz—buzz—!"

The roar of the new engine, deep and powerful, cut through the noise of the crowd, approaching from afar.

At the end of the dirt road at the village entrance, within a tight cordon of soldiers, with guards every five steps and sentries every ten steps,

A convoy of top-of-the-line luxury cars—Rolls-Royce Phantoms, Bentley Mulsannes, Maybachs, and more.

Like a giant black steel python, trailing a light dust, it slowly and heavily drove into the temporarily marked parking area.

A sense of oppression permeated the air silently.

The sheer value and presence of these vehicles are breathtaking. But what they carry at this moment is something far heavier than wealth.

Teng Ao's private jet landed at a nearby airport. Ren Kuotian, the richest man in Beilu Province, personally coordinated the gathering of almost all of the province's most luxurious vehicles to pick up this special group of mourners.

The car doors opened one by one.

Led by Teng Ao, the scions of wealthy and powerful families in Beijing,

Then came Lin Shucheng and his wife, Ye Zhenkang and his wife, and Zeng Sheng and his wife.

Several prominent business tycoons, both domestically and internationally, who are well-known on the Forbes list, have also stepped down from the bus.

Each of them possessed an air of composure and elegance, having long held a position of power and radiating an aura of authority.

At this moment, however, an unyielding heaviness and sorrow shrouded everyone's faces. There were no pleasantries, no superfluous movements, only solemn silence.

After everyone got off the bus, they automatically lined up in order. Lin Shucheng and Ye Zhenkang were respectfully invited to the front.

This is both etiquette and respect. According to custom, when elders offer condolences, family members are expected to personally greet them with a kneeling salute.

The battalion commander had already received the news from the direction of the mourning hall and had also keenly sensed the unusual aura of this group of people.

He took a deep breath, his chest bulged, and with all his might, he roared to the entire army like thunder:

"Everyone—has it—!"

"First Company, Second Company! By company—"

"A double formation queue—"

"Welcome—family—elders—!!!"

"Class One! Run—walk!"

"Class Two! Run—Go!"

"Class Three!..."

The command was short and forceful, like the beating of war drums!

The soldiers, who were originally scattered in a guard formation, immediately moved quickly and accurately to their positions, with their squads as the smallest units!

They stood face to face, five meters apart, in front of the shrine in the very center of the mourning hall.

Extending all the way to where Teng Ao and the others had just gotten off the car, they formed two straight, solemn, and imposing steel human walls with their bodies and steel guns!

Sunlight shone on the helmet and gun barrel, reflecting a cold, sharp light.

The soldiers stood tall and straight like pine trees, their eyes fixed ahead. The only sounds in the air were the soft rustling of their boots adjusting their positions and their unsettling, imposing presence.

The battalion commander roared again, "Everyone—at least!"

"Raise your gun!"

"brush--!!!"

The sound of guns being raised was perfectly synchronized, as if it were the movement of a single person!

More than 300 assault rifles were raised simultaneously, their muzzles slightly tilted upwards, forming a steel forest of salute and protection!

This is no simple warning; it is the highest-level welcoming ceremony of the military, and the deepest honor to be paid to the relatives and friends of the deceased!

Fang Rong stood at the entrance of the mourning hall, facing the passage paved with steel and willpower. He gathered his strength in his dantian and shouted in a loud and penetrating voice:

"Relatives/elders have arrived!!!"

"Family members receive the gifts!!!"

Inside the mourning hall, Tiezhu led Xiaoshiliu out slowly, hand in hand.

Both brother and sister were dressed in coarse hemp mourning clothes. Tiezhu was as tall as a mountain but slightly hunched over, while Xiaoshiliu's eyes were red and swollen but she held back her tears.

Zeng Long, Ye Feng, Xiao Ya, and Tang Long, like the most solid barrier, followed closely behind, standing on either side of Tie Zhu and his sister.

When Xiaoya's gaze swept across the crowd and she clearly saw Zeng Sheng and He Jing, her pupils contracted slightly. She immediately walked quickly to Fang Rong's side and whispered a few words in his ear.

Upon hearing this, Fang Rong's face instantly showed a hint of undisguised surprise, and his gaze immediately turned towards Zeng Sheng and his wife, his eyes becoming extremely complex and respectful.

But then he was stumped. How should he introduce Zeng Long's parents? A sudden inspiration struck him, and he could only grit his teeth and shout, "Uncle and Auntie, family members have arrived! Family members, please accept the gifts..."

He quickly composed himself and signaled to Tiezhu and Xiaoshiliu to follow.

Then, leading the two, they went straight through the steel wall of people, past Lin Shucheng and Ye Zhenkang.

They bypassed Teng Ao and other scions of prominent families, and went directly to Zeng Sheng and He Jing.

This left everyone quite confused, as they all knew Zeng Sheng and his wife.

After all, they were all from the Beijing circle, and Zeng Sheng was the second son of the Zeng family and the deputy commander of the Beijing Military Sub-district.

Teng Ao was even more confused, as his Teng family and the Zeng family had always been very close.

He was also quite familiar with Zeng Sheng and his wife, and he was puzzled when they asked him to come here together.

Now, the people in charge of the ceremony bypassed them, and Lin Shucheng and Ye Zhenkang also bypassed these scions of prominent families, leading Tiezhu directly to Zeng Sheng and his wife.

He had known Tie Zhu for a long time, so how did Zeng Sheng and his wife become his elders? And they were even the elders listed first in his family.

These customs and etiquette are very strict and cannot be disordered in the slightest.