The Blue Rose Hotel was very busy. The middle and high-level members of Tianmen had already arrived before noon. They all gathered here, chatting and getting to know each other, and patiently waiting for Di Cheng's arrival. This gathering was ordered by Di Cheng personally.
Everyone who has received the notice has arrived, and the lowest ranking among them is also the captain of the branch with ten thousand people. The level is so high that it can be called the highest in the history of Tianmen.
As Gu Ziwu said, for this gathering, the person in charge of the hotel started preparations half a month in advance and worked hard on the dishes and services. The Combat Readiness Force Finance Office also personally allocated a huge sum of tens of millions of dollars just for this gathering.
But all the preparations and all the expectations turned into tension at two o'clock.
Gu Ziwu's phone call made everyone's hearts skip a beat, and the excitement turned to silence. Yang Jing called to ask for details, but Gu Ziwu's phone was turned off. Contact Zhou Shaohua? No one answered. Call your sister-in-law? Hang up directly.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong. No one dared to wait in the hotel any longer and hurried to the suburbs.
When people rushed to the Yingling Cemetery, Di Cheng was standing in the center of the tombs, the oldest grave area, standing quietly, watching absentmindedly. Ye Wantong, Jin Yixuan and others were silently by his side.
, Gu Ziwu and several caretakers of the tombs knelt directly on the ground, with cold sweat on their faces.
Seeing this scene, Yang Jing and others secretly grinned, signaling to the brothers behind them to slow down and walk up gently.
"Brother Cheng." Yang Jing coughed a few times and called out cautiously.
"Everyone is here?"
"Everyone is here." Yang Jing waved to the people behind him, and everyone quickly and respectfully called him Brother Cheng. Some of them had known Di Cheng for a long time, some had only heard about it, and some were all old brothers, but
Today I don’t know why, but I feel a heavy sense of tension in my heart.
"Watch the road under your feet and don't dirty the soil in front of their graves." Di Cheng's voice was very deep, so deep that it made people feel terrified.
Yang Jing didn't understand what was going on, so he quietly winked at Zhou Shaohua, but Zhou Shaohua remained silent, lowering his head and silently praying for the sacrificed brothers.
Di Cheng spoke slowly: "Old Yang, how long has it been since you came?"
"This...seems...a long time."
"What about you?" Di Cheng asked again.
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"I'm asking a question, no one heard me?" Di Cheng's voice was cold.
Xu Yun and others secretly grinned and said quickly: "It's been a few months, I've been a little busy during this period."
"How many months has it been? Really? Who can tell me, how many times have you been to this Cemetery of Heroes? Count with your fingers."
"This..." Yang Jing and the others probably understood what it meant, but no one really dared to speak. They lowered their heads hard and even quietly moved back a few steps.
"Put another way, who has been to the Cemetery of Heroes alone, who has sent flowers to the grave, and who has mourned these brothers who sacrificed their lives." Di Cheng gently closed his eyes and raised his head slightly, with a hint of subtlety in his voice.
The trembling feeling, the desolate heaviness.
No one dared to speak, no one dared to answer, and they all lowered their heads in turn. Maybe some of them had been here before, but it was only limited to three times. As for most of them... at best, they only accompanied Di Cheng here, but no one
Come in alone to worship.
"I have never studied or gone to school, but I also know that there is an old saying in China, drink water and remember its source, and repay kindness with gratitude. Look at the soil under your feet, look at these graves around you, look at each of these
Black and white photos, look at these dead heroes. Without their bloodshed and sacrifice, your current comfort and peace would not be possible, nor would Tianmen’s rise and strength be possible.
Look at these dilapidated cemeteries. You have money to eat, drink and have fun, but you don’t have money to help them repair their homes? Whose hands have all the special funds allocated by the Finance Department of the Ministry of War Preparedness gone to?!
Look at the stone platforms in front of their graves. They are clean and deserted. Apart from their relatives, who has sent them flowers or paid homage during the Qingming Festival?
Look at the ground under your feet. It’s full of potholes, muddy and ragged. What do the caretakers of this cemetery do every day?”
The low voice was like a hammer, constantly beating on everyone's heart. The body bent down bit by bit, and the head drooped bit by bit. However, the shame and apology on the face were not as good as those of others.
Is the individual sincere?! How many people are touched from the bottom of their hearts?!
"Where's Pei Qiu?"
"Brother Cheng!" Pei Qiu, who was deliberately stomping behind, grinned secretly and hurried up.
"Are there any vacancies in the dungeon?"
"have."
"Listen clearly, no matter how serious or serious, we will all be thrown into the dungeon. Do you know what to do with this shameless, shameless, and hateless bastard?"
Pei Qiu's body trembled slightly and he quickly straightened up: "Understood!"
"Remember the responsibilities of your Iron Law Force, remember the obligations you shoulder. Even if a certain branch leader is involved..." Di Cheng opened his eyes, and a cold look appeared in his eyes: "To be executed in Lingchi, with the main family
Law!!"
Everyone's eyes swayed and they raised their heads in shock, staring blankly at Di Cheng's back. Feeling the coldness and anger, a coldness spread throughout the body, and many people's faces turned pale.
Lingchi? Execution?
Branch master?!!
Not hearing Pei Qiu's response, Di Cheng's voice was slightly deep: "Do you need to repeat it?"
"No!!" Pei Qiu hurriedly lowered his head and said with difficulty: "Understood, Pei Qiu understands."
"Xiao Feng, arrange the Thousand Eyes Troops to supervise the Iron Law Troops. If there is any evidence of favoritism and malpractice during the investigation, no matter how big or small your position is, make a cement statue of me and live forever...kneel down in the center of the Tombs of Heroic Spirits!"
Bang!! Finally, someone couldn't bear the sound that was so cold that they knelt on the ground uncontrollably. Others swallowed hard and bent their knees little by little. Finally...except for Ye Wantong and other family members, everyone in the audience
They all knelt on the ground.
Afu Axing, the outermost one, didn't know the situation, but seeing the pale faces of these "big men" and their faces covered with cold sweat, he couldn't help but kneel down and follow their example and lower his head vigorously. He secretly sighed in his heart, Di
Cheng looks handsome and approachable, but when angry he turns out to be so scary.
"You must have a conscience and have principles in doing things. You are tired and busy. I can understand this, but...how many years has it been? Six years. It has been six years since Tianmen was established. Look at this cemetery
, look at these tombstones, who is the hero of the rise of Tianmen? Look at how many brothers sleep on the cold floor forever for this dream.
They did not ask for excessive extravagance, and they did not ask for any conditions from Tianmen before they died, nor did they ask you to bear any responsibilities, but... are you really at peace with yourself? Are you really that ruthless? Have you never been touched in any way?
If you have ever felt guilty, why didn’t you take the time to come and have a look, even if you look at it from a distance, even if you just come in and sit for a while, even if you spend a few dollars to buy a flower, even if you bring some fruits and bottles of sake,
.
Ask yourself, is this a high requirement?"
The huge cemetery was empty and quiet, everyone's head was knocked deeply on the ground. Di Cheng's voice was blown by the cold wind and floated between the tombs, like a steel needle piercing each person's face again and again.
Heartache, tingling and guilt made their bodies tremble slightly.
"If I die in the future, who among you is willing to sit in front of my grave? Who is willing to chat with me with a pot of sake? Who will remember me?"
"...Brother Cheng...I'm sorry..." The trembling sobs resounded from the crowd. This time...the shame was real and without any pretense.
"You don't have to apologize to me, just apologize to your brothers." Di Cheng's knees were slightly bent and he slowly knelt in front of the grave.
"Brother Cheng, your body..." Gu Ziwu, who was approaching, hurriedly came over to help, but was grabbed by Zhou Shaohua and pushed back to the ground hard. The others were anxious, but in the end no one dared to say anything.
"Brothers, I haven't seen you for a long time. Today... I want to talk to you." Di Cheng closed his eyes, lowered his head, and began to mourn silently.
In the depth of winter, it was lonely and depressing. A cold wind blew through the empty cemetery. The coldness pierced the bone marrow. Everyone was kneeling on the ground quietly. No one dared to speak, no one dared to move, and no one dared to move.
No one dares to complain.
One hour, two hours, three hours... When the sun approached the west mountain, the sky became gloomy and the cold became more intense, but everyone's heart gradually calmed down. At first, maybe they were just afraid of Di Cheng's punishment and could not bear it.
That kind of depression, at this moment, I unconsciously...experienced what guilt is.
Thinking back carefully and silently realizing that for so many years, all they did was kill and expand, and all they did was treat and exercise, they might have really lost something.
What is "loyalty"? What is "friendship"? Who has ever carefully understood the heaviness and responsibility involved!!
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Tomorrow's outbreak will be a 'lie', and the next outbreak will be for "Lao Wang Reading School Bag".
Lao Wang, the mouse clasped his fists to say thank you, thank you!!!
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