184: Chapter 184 Qin Feng's Funeral! Shocking the Entire Dragon Kingdom!

The twenty-third day since Qin Feng's "sacrifice."

Southern Military Region, Martyrs' Cemetery. The pines and cypresses were verdant, and the atmosphere was solemn.

The cemetery was built on the mountainside. Looking out, row upon row of tombstones stood silently; behind every name was once an immortal meritorious deed.

Today, it would welcome an "exceptional" hero.

At the entrance of the cemetery, the temporarily erected security checkpoint and media area were crowded with people.

Cameras and microphones, along with all kinds of live streaming equipment, were aimed at the straight path leading deep into the cemetery.

"Breaking news! Breaking news! We are currently at the Southern Military Region Martyrs' Cemetery."

"Today, we will bear witness to the final journey of a hero!"

"Qin Feng, a university student soldier only twenty years old, gave his life for his country. The Military Region has granted special approval for him to rest here forever!"

"He is a model of the era! A role model for the youth!"

"Comrade Qin Feng used his life to interpret the meaning of 'Those who offend the Dragon Kingdom, no matter how far away, shall be punished'!"

On the internet, the hot searches were already overwhelming.

#University Student Soldier Stains the Frontier with Blood# #Twenty-Year-Old Martyr Qin Feng# #Seeing a Hero Off on His Final Journey#

Various topics were trending high, and the comment sections were incredibly diverse.

"I'm tearing up, a true hero! The reason we cannot see the darkness is because someone is holding it back in a place we cannot see!"

"I've decided! Next year, I'm sending my forty-year-old son to join the army! To protect our home and country!"

"To the person above, I'm even more ruthless; I'm preparing to send my father-in-law to join the army right now!"

"Qingteng University is awesome! They produced such a hero; the first page of next year's admissions brochure will definitely be Qin Feng."

The school leaders of Qingteng University were currently sitting in the second row of the viewing area. Listening to the heartfelt reports from the surrounding media and watching the soaring discussion volume online, they all sat up straight with perfectly measured expressions of grief on their faces, while inwardly, they were already overjoyed.

The school's Publicity Department had been working overnight, and a series of activity proposals themed "Learn from Qin Feng, Inherit His Legacy, Forge the Military Spirit" had already been placed on the principal's desk.

This wave of popularity had to be capitalized on firmly!

Deep in the cemetery, the burial area.

Rows of soldiers in crisp military uniforms stood solemn as green pines.

Company Commander Zhou Hailong stood at the very front of the formation with a white flower pinned to his chest; his complexion was even worse than it had been a few days ago.

His eyes were bloodshot as if he hadn't slept all night, and stubble had sprouted on his chin.

His whole person exuded an indescribable fatigue.

Not far away, the Squad Leader of the Mess Squad, Lao Wang, had also arrived.

This veteran, who had spent most of his life working by the stove, had also changed into a clean military uniform, but his hands, accustomed to tossing ladles and holding spatulas for years, seemed somewhat at a loss.

He looked at the black pot that was about to be buried as a "relic," his lips trembling, and his eyes reddened again.

Last night, Company Commander Zhou Hailong had talked to him all night.

"Lao Wang, I know... this pot has been with you for a long time, and you have feelings for it."

"But it... was also used by Qin Feng, and it is his final keepsake in the Seventh Company."

Company Commander Zhou Hailong's voice was hoarse.

"Let him take it on his journey; when he gets to the other side, he'll have something to eat with."

Lao Wang kept smoking, and finally, he stubbed the cigarette butt hard onto the ground and squeezed out a few words.

"Fine! Let him take it! This kid, he didn't lose face for us... It's a pity... It's just a pity he was too young."

In the first row of the formation, Platoon Leader Long Zhan stood straight, looking straight ahead.

But in his heart, he was already in a panic.

Things... seemed to have gotten a bit out of hand.

From the northern Sharp Sword Base to the Southern Military Region, the tall tales he had spun were like a snowball, rolling bigger and bigger.

Now, with the whole internet live-streaming and the Military Region commander personally attending, this spectacle was even bigger than an inspection by their base commander.

He secretly glanced at the brand-new tombstone beside him.

"Tomb of Martyr Qin Feng Who Defended the Country."

Below it were engraved the dates of birth and death.

Platoon Leader Long Zhan felt the back of his neck go cold.

"Chef, brother is doing this for your own good. Look at this turnout, isn't it glorious enough?"

"You must not do anything rash and come looking for me to chat in the middle of the night... I'm a coward..."

He muttered to himself, just short of burning incense.

Soon, he scanned the crowd, and suddenly frowned.

He leaned over to Company Commander Zhou Hailong and asked in a low voice, "Company Commander Zhou, how come... I don't see Qin Feng's family?"

Company Commander Zhou Hailong was taken aback upon hearing this; the sorrow on his face deepened, and a trace of confusion appeared as well.

"I don't know either." He shook his head, his voice full of fatigue.

"A few days ago, I personally led people to deliver the 'Glorious Family' plaque, the pension, and... the relics to his hometown."

"At that time, his parents were crying so much... Sigh, they promised they would definitely come today to see their child off on his final journey."

Company Commander Zhou Hailong took out his phone and checked it; there were no missed calls or messages.

"Perhaps... they were overcome with grief and were delayed on the road." He could only comfort himself this way.

The Military Region commander checked the time, walked over, and patted Company Commander Zhou Hailong on the shoulder, his expression grave: "Hailong, it's about time; the ceremony cannot wait any longer."

Military orders are as unshakeable as a mountain.

Company Commander Zhou Hailong took a deep breath, nodded, and then turned to face everyone.

"Comrades! The martyr's family could not arrive in time due to some reasons, but a hero cannot be kept waiting!"

His voice, transmitted through the microphone, spread throughout the entire burial area.

"Now, I announce that the burial ceremony for Comrade Qin Feng... officially begins!"

His voice paused.

Burial? How to bury him?

No remains, just a black pot as a substitute.

The emcee immediately took over, and with a low and evocative voice, began to read the eulogy.

"...Comrade Qin Feng, an ordinary university student, an extraordinary soldier! In the 'Sharp Blade-2' border counterattack mission, he braved a hail of bullets, charged against the tide, and pushed the Dragon Kingdom's boundary marker fifty kilometers outward..."

Platoon Leader Long Zhan stood below, listening to the tall tales he had bragged about when drunk being read out in such a solemn tone, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.

"...With his young life, he forged an immortal monument on the border of the Dragon Kingdom! He..."

Below the stage, the student representatives from Qingteng University were already crying in a chorus.

The three clowns, Zhao Hu, Li Lang, and Liu Wei, had their faces covered in tears and snot.

"Brother Feng... you died so miserably..."

"Wuwuwu... Brother Feng, don't worry, we'll eat your portion of food from now on, and we'll log into your game account for you..."

On the other side of the crowd, Wei Kai and Shi Lei were forcibly suppressing the corners of their mouths to avoid laughing out loud.

Dead, good riddance! Thoroughly dead! Let's see who dares to act tough in front of me from now on!

Shen Youchu also stood in the crowd, wearing plain-colored clothes, her expression calm, or one could even say, somewhat vacant.

The inner demon was finally dead.

Listening to those heroic deeds, she felt as if she were hearing a story that had nothing to do with her.

She even felt that all of this was quite good.

The eulogy was finished.

"All stand at attention! Salute the hero!"

Swish!

All the soldiers present moved in perfect unison, raising their hands in a salute.

Two honor guards marched in step, carefully holding the black pot covered with the Dragon Kingdom's national flag, and walked toward the already dug grave.

All eyes were focused on the national flag.

The atmosphere was heavy to the extreme.

Company Commander Zhou Hailong's eyes were bloodshot, staring fixedly at the pot, as if he wanted to see right through it.

Farewell, my soldier!

Farewell, Qin Feng!