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

The team finally arrived at the cemetery—a sunny hillside with a wide view overlooking the entire Shijiagou Village.

On one side of the cemetery, several armed police officers with grim faces were holding three figures who were already limp as mud and bound hand and foot—Wang Guangtou, Daoba Liu, and Hei Pi.

They were forced to kneel in the mud, facing the coffin that was about to be buried, their faces ashen, having lost even the strength to tremble.

Eighteen young men carried the coffin with utmost solemnity and slowness, placing it on a support frame beside the tomb.

Tie Zhu held the memorial tablet and slowly walked to the front of the coffin.

With a thud, he knelt heavily on both knees, raised the memorial tablet high above his head, and then kowtowed three times, his forehead striking the cold earth with a dull thud.

After kowtowing, he did not get up.

Fang Rong, carrying a tray covered with military green velvet, walked heavily to Tie Zhu's side.

He knelt down on one knee and lifted the velvet cloth—underneath was a neatly folded army major's service uniform with gleaming epaulets.

Tie Zhu raised his head, his face still wet with tears, but a completely different kind of flame was burning in his eyes—the fortitude of a soldier, the determination of an avenger, and the solemn promise of a son to comfort his father.

He suddenly stood up, his movements as swift as a tiger!

He grabbed the coarse hemp mourning clothes on his body with both hands, ripped them open with a "rip" sound, and threw them aside!

It revealed the firm muscles and scars underneath.

He took the uniform and put it on with dazzling speed and precision.

He put on his military shirt, tightened his tie, put on his coat, and buttoned up every button... Finally, he straightened his back and firmly fastened the major's epaulettes, which represented responsibility and honor, onto his shoulders.

When the last action is completed—

A tall, imposing, and mountain-like soldier stood prominently before everyone!

His military uniform was impeccably tailored, outlining his towering figure, and the stars on his epaulets reflected a cold gleam in the sunlight.

That face, which had been contorted with grief, was now covered by the resolute lines of a soldier, leaving only a cold, stern expression and an iron will.

He stood at attention before his father's coffin, raised his hand, and gave a perfect military salute.

Quiet.

This was followed by gasps and excitement that swept through the entire audience!

"Major! It's the Major!"

"Qinglie's son is a military officer! A major!"

"My God! Such a young major!"

"The Shi family's ancestral graves are emitting auspicious smoke! Qinglie, did you see that?!"

The villagers' excited discussions were like a tidal wave.

Beside the coffin, Li Yingxiu looked at her son in his military uniform, exuding a heroic aura, and all the emotions she had been holding back burst forth like a dam breaking!

She knelt down beside the coffin with a thud, frantically pounding on the heavy lid with both hands, producing dull thuds, her cries heart-wrenching:

"Honey! Honey—! Look! Open your eyes and look—!"

"Our son! Our little pillar! He's an officer! He's an officer who protects our country—!"

"Why are you so unlucky... Why didn't you wait... Why didn't you wait to see this day?!"

Little Pomegranate didn't try to pull her mother away. She just knelt before her father's coffin, biting her lips so hard they were almost bleeding, tears streaming silently down her face.

Looking at her brother's imposing figure in his military uniform, she whispered each word in a voice only she could hear, yet with unwavering clarity and determination:

"Father... my brother is a soldier."

He will avenge you.

"I want to be like my brother too."

"Become a soldier."

"To become... a soldier that no one dares to bully."

"I will use the gun in my hand..."

"Kill...all the evildoers."

"All...injustice."

The girl's vow, as light as a whisper, was as heavy as Mount Tai, etched into her very bones.

At that very moment—

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three exceptionally clear, isolated gunshots rang out from not far away!

After the gunshot, the three kneeling men, Wang Guangtou, Dao Ba Liu, and Hei Pi, all jolted violently at the same time, and a hideous blood hole instantly appeared on their foreheads!

Their expressions were forever frozen in endless fear and bewilderment, and then, like tattered sacks with their bones removed, they slowly and crookedly fell onto the muddy ground.

The blood quickly seeped out, staining the area red.

The bullet of justice finally pierced the skull of evil. Blood debts, paid in the most primal way, must be repaid in blood.

Tie Zhu, maintaining his military salute, suddenly turned around!

He stopped looking at the three filthy corpses and turned his gaze back to his father's coffin.

Then, he knelt down again with a thud, not slowly, but with all his might!

He raised his head, facing the coffin that would soon be his final resting place, facing the vast sky, and let out a beast-like roar, a roar that held all his grief, longing, anger, and solace:

"father----!!!"

"father----!!!"

"Father—!!!"

The three cries of "Father" grew more and more mournful, more and more desperate, and yet more and more relieved! The sound surged up the hillside and soared into the sky, as if to spread throughout the heavens and the earth, telling the departing soul: Son, I have avenged you!

Zeng Long silently stepped forward and took a standard-issue rifle with a fixed bayonet from a soldier beside him.

Ye Feng, Xiao Ya, Fang Rong, and Tang Long each had a gun in their hands.

The seven "Dragon Return" team members also quickly changed formation and stood on their sides.

Twelve people stood in a row behind Tie Zhu, facing the coffin.

Zeng Long took a deep breath and roared hoarsely:

"Uncle Shi—!"

"May you rest in peace!"

"Rest in peace—!!!"

"Da da da da da da—!!!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang-!!!"

Twelve guns simultaneously spewed out blazing tongues of fire! Instead of firing three shots at a time, they pulled the triggers, unleashing the remaining bullets in their magazines into the sky in the most ferocious and devastating manner!

Bullets, like a furious downpour, carrying their grief, their solace, and their promises, roared towards the sky!

"Fire—!!!" The second and third battalion commanders roared simultaneously, their eyes red with anger!

"Da da da da da—!!!"

Nearly a thousand rifles fired in unison once again! This time, it was another unrestrained outburst!

Countless spent shell casings were scattered, clattering as they landed on the ground. The smoke instantly thickened, enveloping the entire hillside!

Gunshots, shouts, cries, the roars of soldiers, the sobs of the people...

All the sounds intertwined, mixed, and sublimated at this moment, converging into a requiem dedicated to the deceased, both tragically beautiful and fiercely resolute!

In the sky.

Five armed helicopters began to circle and hover.

One hundred drones, each adorned with a white eulogy, hovered silently in the air, heads bowed.

They are waiting.

Waiting for the last handful of soil to cover the coffin.

We await that suffering soul to be freed from all grievances and worries in this most solemn farewell and most fervent blood sacrifice.

Then, they will carry his soul along this road paved with white banners, gunfire, tears, and respect, soaring to the heavens and returning to peace.

The gunfire gradually subsided, but the smoke lingered.

The green hills stand silent, where loyal souls sleep eternally.