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

"rise--!!!"

Fang Rong's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his neck bulged. He used all the breath in his chest to let out a heart-wrenching and tragic roar!

This sound, like a bugle call to battle, shattered the silence after the rain and ushered in the final farewell.

Eighteen carefully selected, tall and strong young men from the village had already changed into uniform black suits provided by Teng Ao, with glaring white cloths tied around their left arms.

Their expressions were solemn, their eyes resolute, as if accepting the most sacred mission, and they steadily and in unison placed their shoulders against the heavy coffin beams.

"Hey--!"

A low, muffled groan as he exerted force.

Shi Qinglie's coffin was steadily lifted.

Almost simultaneously—

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Five armed helicopters took off first, their rotors stirring up the airflow as they hovered at low altitudes and adjusted their direction.

The array of one hundred large drones hovering in the air seemed to receive a silent command and began to move slowly and uniformly toward the hillside where the cemetery was located.

The long, white eulogy banners hanging down, swaying in the morning breeze, seemed to weep and lament, paving a white path to heaven for the funeral procession in the sky.

On the ground, an even more magnificent procession began to march.

Leading the way were thirty of the world's top luxury cars—

Ten Rolls-Royces, ten Bentleys, and ten Maybachs, their surfaces as smooth as mirrors and their silence as solid as iron, symbolized the ultimate wealth and respect, clearing the way for an ordinary farmer father.

Following the luxury cars, nearly a thousand soldiers from the Second and Third Battalions had already lined up along both sides of the road.

Holding steel rifles with muzzles pointing downwards, their bodies straight as javelins, they formed two solemn steel guard corridors extending into the distance with the most standard gun-holding salute.

Inside the passageway, mourners from all sides walked slowly in turn, their expressions sorrowful.

Beyond the passageway, thousands of villagers and residents, who had spontaneously followed and remained silent as the sea, moved slowly, their crowd stretching as far as the eye could see.

Directly in front of the coffin.

It consists of seven members of the "Dragon Return" team—

They were fully armed, their helmet visors reflecting a cold light, marching with absolute precision, as if measured in perfect goose-step.

Each step of the military boots on the ground produced a heavy, unified, and soul-stirring "thump! thump!" sound, setting the most solemn marching rhythm for the coffin behind them.

Following closely behind the seven were Zeng Long, Ye Feng, Xiao Ya, Fang Rong, and Tang Long. The five stood side by side, their faces as cold as ice, but their eyes burned with intense passion. They used their own bodies to protect the spirit of their brother's father.

Shi Tiezhu held his father's memorial tablet and walked a step in front of the coffin.

His tall frame was slightly hunched, as if the wooden memorial tablet weighed a ton.

He lowered his head, his gaze fixed only on his father's name on the memorial tablet, each step he took treading on memories soaked in blood and tears.

Following the coffin, Xiao Shiliu supported her nearly exhausted mother, Li Yingxiu.

Next came the military representatives from Country C in the Middle East, Anna, Baroque and two others, Lawrence and two others, Zeng Sheng and his wife, Ye Zhenkang and his wife, Lin Shucheng and his wife...

And at the very back, like ghosts blending into the ranks, their eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

A funeral procession, combining top-tier military strength, immense financial resources, profound authority, and the most genuine public sentiment, surged silently and resolutely forward amidst the green hills and clear waters.

The procession is moving.

The seven "Dragon Return" team members marched in perfect unison, like a precise pendulum.

One step, two steps, three steps...

When they took their forty-ninth step—

"Whoosh!"

The seven men moved in perfect unison, snapping to attention! The clinking of their military boots produced a loud "bang!"

Immediately afterwards, the seven people looked up, facing the direction of the coffin, and through their masks, let out a low, resonant roar amplified by the loudspeaker:

"Uncle Shi—!"

"you--"

"May you rest in peace!"

Before the roar had even faded, all seven men simultaneously raised their guns, the muzzles pointing diagonally to the sky!

"Bang!!!"

"Bang!!!"

"Bang!!!"

Three synchronized, deafening gunshots, like mournful thunderclaps, suddenly erupted among the mountains! The muzzle flashes briefly illuminated their cold helmets.

The gunshot was like a signal!

On both sides of the road, all the soldiers of the Second and Third Battalions, who were lined up with their rifles at attention, also did so at the same moment—

"Swish!" Everyone stand at attention!

"Raise your guns—!" The battalion commander's roar pierced the sky!

"Bang! Bang! Bang—!!!"

Nearly a thousand guns fired three times simultaneously! The massive sound wave created by the gunfire was like a tsunami crashing on the shore, shaking the earth and startling countless birds into flight!

That was the highest honor and farewell ceremony the army bestowed upon a civilian father who died unjustly!

"Qinglie—!"

"May you rest in peace!"

In the procession, the old village chief of Shijiagou Village, the third grandfather, and countless acquaintances could no longer contain themselves and let out heartbreaking cries, their tears mingling with the rain as they poured down their faces.

The seven team members took another step.

After forty-nine steps, stand at attention again, roar, and fire three shots!

"Uncle Shi—! Rest in peace—!"

Soldiers on both sides responded simultaneously, and gunfire erupted!

"Thump! Thump! Thump!...Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The muffled thud of military boots on the ground and the booming of gunshots echoed alternately, creating a heart-wrenching and tragically poignant farewell rhythm.

Every step felt like stepping on the pulse of time; every shot seemed to pave a path to peace for the departed.

This solemn and dignified ceremony made even weeping difficult for all the people who followed it; all that remained was endless shock and sorrow churning within them.