167: Chapter 167: Record it! Record it now! This is a scene you can brag about for a lifetime!

As the fighter jets flew over the ancestral hall, the clansmen gathered in front of it instantly erupted into chaos.

Young people raised their phones and crowded forward, someone shouting at the top of their lungs, "The fighter jets are flying towards us! They're flying towards our Su Family!"

Several Su Family descendants who had just rushed back from out of town hugged each other, and one young man in a suit roared at the camera, "Did you see that? That's our Su Family's little ancestor! The fighter jets have come to escort him!"

The audience in the square went even wilder.

People in the front row stood on their tiptoes to get a better look, holding their phones high above their heads; some were jostled about, yet they guarded their devices with their lives.

A girl in a dress was pushed so hard she nearly fell, so she grabbed the arm of the boy beside her and screamed, "It's flying so low! I can see the pilot's helmet!"

The boy had no time to pay attention to her, his eyes fixed on the screen, his fingers frantically tapping away, "Record it! Record it quickly! This is a scene to brag about for a lifetime!"

Behind the crowd, several reporters carrying cameras knelt on the ground, their lenses locked onto the diving fighter jets, the equipment shaking violently from the vibrations.

The reporter from Yuezhou Television Station roared into the microphone, their voice cracking with excitement, "Dear viewers! The fighter jets are diving towards the Su Clan ancestral hall square! This is not a drill! This is the highest honor for Major Su Han! We can clearly see the August 1st military emblem on the wings—"

The barrage in the online live broadcast room spiraled completely out of control, causing the server to lag for the third time. Once it recovered, the screen was so flooded with text it was practically overflowing:

"Holy crap! It's actually flying right towards the crowd! Is the pilot crazy? That altitude is at most two hundred meters!"

"My cousin is Air Force ground crew! He just told me this is a 'fly-past salute'!"

"Look at the reaction of the Su Family group! That old man in the Zhongshan suit is wiping away tears! I'm tearing up just watching this!"

"As a military enthusiast, I'm crying! At this angle of dive for a J-10, the pilot's line of sight is blocked by the nose; it's all down to instruments and experience! This is a maneuver only possible with absolute trust in the ground crew!"

"I'm watching the live stream from abroad! My neighbor just asked me if a war broke out! I told him this is the spectacle China puts on for its heroes! He was absolutely stunned, hahaha!"

"Where are those trolls who called Major Su Han a 'ten-month Major'? Come out and look at these fighter jets! Can your masters get treatment like this?"

"That roll maneuver just now! I took fifty screenshots! Every single frame could be a wallpaper!"

"Look at the Su Family's reaction! They aren't just looking at the fighter jets; they're looking at Major Su Han! That kind of pride can't be faked!"

"As a taxpayer, I'll say this: That fuel was well spent! It's ten thousand times more meaningful than buying trending topics for celebrities!"

"I just got a call from my brother; he's at military academy and said his whole team is watching the live stream. The commandant made them write reflections on it!"

"Reporting from the US! I just cast the live stream onto the screen in my apartment lobby! All the foreigners gathered around! They're asking me how to marry a hero like that (doge emoji)."

"Let's take a poll: type 1 if you're screaming at the scene, 2 if you're crying, and 3 if you're saluting in front of your screen!"

"Reporting from the town next to Su Family Village! My dad just put me on his motorcycle and we rushed toward Su Family Village! He said even if we can't squeeze in, just hearing the sound at the village entrance is enough!"

"My grandma just bowed to the fighter jets on the screen and said, 'Iron bird, bless our people with safety' (tears of joy emoji)."

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The fighter jets pulled up sharply fifty meters above the square, their wings nearly brushing the eaves of the ancestral hall.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps between the wings, casting rapidly moving shadows across the crowd, as if draping the people on the ground in flowing armor.

Xiao Budian shrank her neck in surprise at the sudden shadow, then immediately clapped her hands in excitement, "Great-grandfather! The big bird gave us a stamp!"

Earth-shaking cheers erupted from the Su Clan crowd.

Someone lit the firecrackers they had prepared long in advance, and the crackling sounds mingled with the roar of the fighter jets, as if playing a grand song of victory.

The roar of the fighter jets gradually faded as the silver-gray figures turned into two tiny black dots in the sky, eventually vanishing into the edge of the clouds.

The two pristine white contrails lingered long after, like solidified exclamation marks in the sky, sketching a mark of glory upon the azure canvas.

On the ancestral hall square, the noise seemed to have been drained of its soul, and it fell suddenly silent.

The first to break the silence was Xiao Budian. She rested on Su Wu's shoulder, her little face full of disappointment, her mouth pouting enough to hang an oil bottle on, "The big bird flew away... Is it not going to play with Great-grandfather anymore?"

Black Panther seemed to sense the melancholy, too. It drooped its tail, rubbed against Xiao Budian's pant leg, and let out a low whimper in its throat, as if offering comfort, or perhaps expressing its own reluctance to see them go.

The members of War Eagle Squad remained in their upward-gazing posture. Their phone screens had long since gone dark, but their faces were still filled with a lingering sense of awe.

"Just like that?" Monkey smacked his lips, his tone filled with regret, "I thought they'd do another roll..."

Big Bear replied in a muffled voice, "Just seeing the 'Eagle Strikes the Sky' formation is good enough; you're being greedy, kid."

Zhou Mo withdrew his gaze from the sky and let it fall on Su Han, a helpless smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "Chief Instructor, this spectacle of yours is likely going to make all our comrades in the military envious to the bone."

Su Han shrugged, his fingertips unconsciously brushing over the medal on his chest, "It has nothing to do with me. It's a surprise the military gave everyone."

Although his words were plain, a hint of imperceptible warmth hid in the depths of his eyes—that roar of the fighter jets was not only a salute to him but also a tribute to all military personnel.

The female soldiers of the Womens Special Operations Team gathered together, chattering excitedly as they discussed the stunning moment they had just witnessed.

"When they dove just now, I felt like the wings were about to brush the tiles of the ancestral hall! My heart was in my throat!" Zhang Meng patted her chest, her face still flushed with the excitement of the near-miss.

Lin Yu took out her phone to review the clip she had just recorded and said regretfully, "It's a pity my hand was shaking so much; the footage is half blurry... I should have used a tripod!"

Su Qingcheng gazed in the direction where the fighter jets had vanished and said softly, "This is probably what a 'pillar of national strength' looks like. Usually hidden in the nine heavens, but once it reveals its edge, it is enough to make the very heavens and earth change color."

Similar exclamations rose and fell throughout the crowd.

Those reporters carrying cameras didn't organize their footage as soon as they put their equipment down; instead, they patted each other on the shoulders, their faces full of the excitement of a trip well worth taking.

The reporter from Yuezhou Television Station faced the microphone, their voice still trembling, "Dear viewers, the fighter jets have flown off into the distance, but my heart is still unable to calm down... This kind of impact is perhaps something only those who have experienced it firsthand can truly understand."

The elders of the Su Clan still had hands trembling slightly as they clutched their canes.

The eldest clan elder wiped the corner of his eye with his sleeve and remarked to those around him, "I've lived for over seventy years, and this is the first time I've ever seen a spectacle like this... Our Su Family lad has truly brought honor to his ancestors!"

The young people gathered in small groups around their phones, repeatedly replaying the clips they had just recorded and arguing over which maneuver was the most thrilling and which angle was the most stunning.

"I've got a close-up here! You can see the pilot saluting!"

"Forget it, this is what I call amazing! When the fighter jet pulled up, the reflection from the wing hit Major Su's medal perfectly—that shot is incredible!"

"Send me a copy! I'm going to set it as my wallpaper and never change it for the rest of my life!"

In the online live broadcast room, the moment the fighter jets flew off, the number of barrage comments didn't decrease—it increased. The screen was nearly drowned in messages of "lingering longing":

"Just like that? I haven't seen enough yet!"

"I think something's wrong with my eyes; I still feel like I see the shadows of the fighter jets in the sky..."

"Who recorded the screen? I'm begging for a high-definition copy! I'm willing to trade three months of milk tea for it!"

"As a military enthusiast, I feel like I've just finished watching a top-tier concert; I'm standing here after the show ends, not wanting to leave..."

"Is there any chance they might come back? (Humbly praying)"

"Forget it, just being able to see a scene like this means our ancestors have accumulated enough virtue for us..."

"I suddenly understand why people in ancient times would 'chase stars.' This feeling of being overwhelmed by heroic spirit and national strength is so intoxicating!"

"Did anyone notice Xiao Budian's reaction? It was so real! She looked like a kid who didn't get their candy, hahaha!"

"Black Panther is so cute, too. After the fighter jets flew away, it kept rubbing against Xiao Budian as if it were comforting her. It's so intelligent!"

"I suddenly feel a bit empty... What am I supposed to watch now? I feel like anything else I watch will be insipid..."

"+1. A spectacle like this, I doubt I'll ever see it a second time in my life..."

Just as the crowd was immersed in the melancholy of the fighter jets' departure, a familiar roar suddenly came from the distant sky—it was faster and more intense than before, like thunder rolling in from the depths of the clouds.