Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Chapter 229: Salute


The sound was like a deep bell, reverberating with a robust energy.

Then, the door swung open with a creak.

An elderly man with a spirited demeanor stepped out briskly.

Yang Fei took a step forward, remaining silent.

He snapped to attention, rendering a military salute to the old man.

He then pulled out a small notebook and handed it over to the elder.

"Uncle, good day, I am Hong Zhenhua's comrade-in-arms."

The elder's body shuddered slightly, and a look of surprised joy crossed his face.

However, he still accepted Yang Fei's ID and examined it closely.

Following this, the elder warmly ushered Yang Fei and Lin Xueyi inside.

"So, it is comrades from the military, please come in."

As he invited them, he glanced outside the door out of habit.

"Where is Zhenhua, why hasn't he come back!"

Yang Fei's heart immediately shuddered.

Lin Xueyi's head hung low, her gaze shifting away.

Thinking of the intense pain this old man would feel upon hearing of his son's tragedy.

Lin Xueyi felt an urge to turn around and flee.

Yang Fei's gaze merely narrowed slightly, then returned to normal.

He smiled and said, "Comrade Hong Zhenhua is out on a mission and hasn't returned."

"I just happened to be passing by and he asked me to come and visit you, Uncle."

The old man's sharp gaze darted from Yang Fei to Lin Xueyi and back again.

His complexion changed, his voice lowering.

"Did something happen to Zhenhua? Comrade, please tell me the truth."

Yang Fei was taken aback, hesitating as he looked at the elder.

Upon seeing Yang Fei's expression, the elder's body immediately trembled.

However, his words were still very clear.

"Your hesitation at the door, your wandering gaze, they show you have something on your mind, laden with concerns."

"Your feet formed an eight-figure position, front foot light and back foot heavy, weight shifted backward, indicating you don't want to face me and are always ready to turn around and flee."

"All this clearly shows, there's something inside you that you can't bring yourself to say."

"And since you are a soldier, the only thing that would render you speechless has to do with my son Zhenhua."

"Tell me, how is Zhenhua? Is he injured or disabled? I can handle it."

...

The elder's strong and meticulous logical reasoning left Yang Fei and Lin Xueyi wide-eyed with astonishment.

However, Yang Fei noticed that although the old man claimed he could bear it,

his body was continually trembling, and his legs were shaking.

Tears quickly welled up in Lin Xueyi's eyes.

The more stalwart the old man acted,

the more unbearable the pain in Lin Xueyi's heart grew.

Facing the old man's gaze, Yang Fei fell silent.

He bowed his head, unable to meet the elder's eyes, and silently pulled out a military medal from his chest pocket, handing it to the elder.

This was a first-class military medal!

Yang Fei slowly raised his head and solemnly saluted the elder.

In that moment, the elder understood everything.

His shaking hands tightly clutched the military medal, his face's wrinkles tightly knitted together.

The sharp edges of the national emblem on the medal pierced the elder's palm.

Blood gushed out, staining the medal bright red.

Tears, clouded with emotion, finally overflowed from the old man's eyes.

He clutched the medal tightly to his chest, his voice breaking into sobs.

"Zhenhua, my good boy, you've done well, Father will take you home."

Trembling all over, he turned around blankly and walked toward the door.

In just a moment, this once spirited old man seemed to have aged ten years.

The posture of his ordinarily erect back suddenly collapsed.

Yang Fei followed, supporting the elder closely.

"Uncle, don't be sad, Zhenhua died protecting his comrades."

"From now on, all brothers of the Special Combat Brigade are your sons."

"As long as we have a bite to eat, we will not let you go hungry."

The old man tremblingly turned around and patted Yang Fei's shoulder.

His tears fell in big drops.

The noise at the door awakened the people in the main room.

Three children ran out, a boy about thirteen or fourteen and two girls.

In such cold weather, the children were still wearing thin clothes.

Yang Fei tenderly went to hug the smallest child.

The thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy immediately pushed his hand away.

He glared warily and said, "Don't touch my sister."

Yang Fei noticed that the boy's technique had a hint of the Golden Snake Silk Hand Technique.

This was Lao Pao's unique skill.

He couldn't help but praise, "Good Kung Fu, did your grandfather teach you?"

"It's none of your business."

The boy, with dark eyes, held his three or four-year-old sister in his arms.

The old man suppressed a huge sorrow.

He scolded the boy and then turned to apologize to Yang Fei.

"Country children, they're wild, comrade, don't take it hard."

Yang Fei smiled, shook his hand, indicating he didn't mind.

"Dad, do we have visitors?"

At this moment, a man's voice came from inside the house, honest and simple.

The elder replied and wiped the corner of his eyes,

As he walked, he introduced, "The speaker is Zhenhua's big brother."

"A few years ago, he went to work in the city, but unfortunately, he fell from the scaffolding."

"The contractor ran away, and there was no money at home for treatment, so the wound had to be amputated because of an infection."

Yang Fei nodded his head.

He already knew about Lao Pao's family situation. Yet seeing it firsthand, he still felt pangs of heartache.

The old man spoke and led the two into the main room.

Inside the house, a fifteen-watt incandescent bulb cast a very dim light.

It was evident that this household was extremely poor.

The most valuable appliance seemed to be the twenty-three-inch Changhong TV on the table.

The rest of the tables and stools were home-made.

The walls were blackened by smoke and fire.

In the rice cooker, there was half a bowl of rice and a few wheat buns.

A man with a full beard, around forty, lay slouching against the sofa by the wall.

His legs were covered with a torn wool blanket, his face full of downtrodden expression.

From his eyes, one could see a deep despair for life.

In the center of the main room, a ground stove burned.

This was a way of heating in the rural areas of the Loess Plateau.

The red coals brought a semblance of warmth to this dilapidated and impoverished home.

Lin Xueyi stared blankly.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she couldn't have imagined it.

In this world, there were still families this poor.

The old man apologetically arranged for them to sit down.

He personally went to the kitchen to cook two small dishes for them, arranging for them to eat.

Lin Xueyi watched as the three children curiously looked at her.

She smiled gently and took out a few chocolates from her pocket, distributing them to the three children.

All three children, thrilled to receive candy, were delighted.

The sensible little boy carefully hid it away, saying he would save it to eat tomorrow.

This scene almost brought Lin Xueyi to tears again.

The old man served them food.

The aroma of the homemade smoked pork made all three children just salivate.

It was evident that this household did not eat meat very often.

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