My Stunning Beauty Special Agent Wife-Chapter 847 - 846: Righteousness Fills Heaven and Earth (Part 1)

The Dragon Tooth Squad is different.

They are soldiers.

They are special guards.

A lifetime profession, a lifetime of loyalty to the Guard.

To die on the battlefield is their destiny.

"Do you remember the oath we made when we joined the Wolf Fang?" Yang Chen asked softly.

Everyone nodded, the scene still hazy as if it were yesterday.

However, looking at today, what lies before them are the portraits of their fallen comrades.

Such disparity, the feelings in their hearts are indescribable.

Yang Chen said in a deep voice, "Alive, we must see the living; dead, we must see the corpse. I don't believe our brothers just sacrificed like this. I believe, they have the ability to survive under any difficult conditions, they have the ability, trained through special training, to handle various situations. But I also know, you can no longer see hope. When we joined Wolf Fang, we already understood, in this lifetime we will endlessly fight, to die on the battlefield is our destiny. Heroic martyrdom... for a member of Dragon Tooth, this is an honor. I shouldn't stop this... So... brothers! Safe journey!"

The last words, Yang Chen shouted out.

The rest also shouted, "Safe journey!"

Yang Chen took a deep breath, put on his hat again, looked at the eight portraits, and said solemnly, "Words cannot express, let songs tell our aspirations!"

Everyone was stunned, looking at Yang Chen in confusion, not knowing what he was going to do.

"Heaven and Earth have righteous energy!" A clear voice rang out, everyone was suddenly stunned, looking at Yang Chen in surprise.

Even the senior commanders, the leaders, and Master Ye, not far away, turned to look over, staring at Yang Chen.

At this moment, Yang Chen stood upright like a Gentleman's Sword, exuding a strong sense of righteousness, resonating in this vast world.

"Xiaochen..." Qin Zhiyuan, hearing the first sentence, knew what Yang Chen was going to do, his body trembling with excitement, his eyes warm.

Jianfeng clenched his fist tightly.

Night Fire straightened his body, standing tall.

Mastiff's face flashed a hint of sadness, but was soon filled with righteousness, looking forward.

"Impetuous fortune shapes form, below as rivers and mountains, above as sun and stars.

To people it is vast, pervasive in the heavens.

The imperial road should be clear, embracing harmony watching the bright court.

Only when desperate are principles seen, one by one recorded in history.

In Qi as the historian's scroll, in Jin the pen of Dong Hu.

In Qin the hammer of Zhang Liang, in Han the integrity of Su Wu.

As General Yan's head, as Ji Zhong's blood.

As Zhang Suiyang's teeth, as Yan Changshan's tongue.

Or as Liaodong's hat, pure and firm like ice and snow.

Or as the letter to the troops, deities weeping with heroic spirit.

Or as the oar crossing the river, valiantly swallowing Hu and Jie.

Or as the tablet striking the enemy, the rebel's head is split.

This energy is majestic, enduring throughout eternity.

When it connects the sun and moon, life and death are insignificant.

The earth's foundation relies on it to stand, heaven's pillar relies on it to be respected.

The three principles truly tie fate, morality is its root.

Alas, I encountered misfortune, even I am inadequate.

A prisoner of Chu, crown bound, sent to desolate north.

The cauldron and pot as sweet as syrup, unattainable.

A room full of ghostly fires, the spring courtyard is closed and dark.

Ox and steed share one tarp, chicken roost eats phoenix food.

One morning shrouded in mist and dew, divided into ditch and swamp.

Thus enduring another year, all diseases are avoided.

Alas, the marshy fields, are my peaceful country.

Is there any other deception, yin and yang cannot harm.

Look at this persistence, gaze up at the white clouds.

My heart is sorrowful, when will heaven have an end?

The wise are distant daily, precedents are from the past.

Reading by the windy eaves, the ancient ways illuminate my face."

As Yang Chen recited, everyone seemed to see those ancient and modern people filled with righteousness appearing on Yang Chen's body.

The brilliant civilization of a thousand years in Flame Country is made more colorful because of these people.

The righteous energy, lasting as the world exists.

Yang Chen finished reciting, stared at everyone, and said solemnly, "Fame will stay behind, but righteous energy endures forever. Brothers, I am proud of you!"

The words "I am proud of you" brought Jianfeng and others to tears.

To have such a confidant, to have such brothers, what more could one ask for!

"Salute!" Yang Chen shouted.

Everyone saluted the eight portraits.

Then, they turned and left.

The others followed the emcee's instructions for the next step of the ceremony.

Qin Zhiyuan walked toward Yang Chen with Boss Zhuo.

"Dean, Uncle Zhuo!" Yang Chen slightly nodded in greeting.

The two looked at Yang Chen's thin and haggard figure, countless words stuck in their hearts unsaid.

Finally, Qin Zhiyuan patted Yang Chen's shoulder and said solemnly, "Hold on!"

He knew and understood the feeling.

He was once a guard too, having fought on the battlefield.

He knew the feeling of one brother leaving after another.

He understood even more what it feels like when a loved one departs.

There was no point in saying more, only letting Yang Chen endure.

The feeling is truly unpleasant, no words are of any use.

Yang Chen nodded seriously.

Elder Ye approached.

At this moment, Elder Ye seemed to have aged decades all at once.

Previously, Elder Ye was energetic and well-maintained, looking like he was in his sixties or seventies.

But now, he truly appeared like an ancient man over a hundred years old, full of white hair, a face full of wrinkles, and eyes reflecting the experiences of time.

He looked at Yang Chen with red eyes, and said solemnly, "I don't care, no matter what, you are our Ye family's son-in-law!"

Hearing this, Yang Chen couldn't help but clench his fist tightly, his joints creaking with the force.

Looking at Yang Chen, Elder Ye sighed, shook his head, and walked aside.

Following that were the senior leader and the old commander.

The old commander looked at Yang Chen with guilt, and said solemnly, "I'm sorry!"

Yang Chen said flatly, "No need to say this to me, say it to my fallen brothers!"

"Yang Chen..." the senior leader worriedly said.

Yang Chen glanced at the two of them, "The debt is owed by whom, must be repaid by whom, no one can escape!"

After saying that, Yang Chen led the crowd away briskly.

The next step was the burial, they had to get to the car.

Watching Yang Chen and the others leave, the senior leader and the old commander were full of conflict.

"Old commander, this..." the senior leader said worriedly.

The old commander shook his head and sighed, "Forget it, this is fate, it's also my selfishness, making the wrong decision, whatever punishment there is, I deserve it!"

Seeing the old commander having come to terms with it, the senior leader still felt worried.

After all, what the old commander did was wrong. However, who is without fault, especially those in such positions.

Compared to these mistakes, the old commander made many correct decisions, as proven by Flame Country's current strength.

Unfortunately...

He couldn't change any side's decision.

Ultimately, all the worries could only be turned into a sigh.

The funeral car began to drive toward the Martyrs' Cemetery, and everyone got in their cars, following the convoy.

Those seeing them off could not enter the farewell ceremony, but stood on either side cheering.

"Heroes! Safe journey!"

"We will always remember you!"

"You are the pride of Flame Country!"

"Long live the heroes!"

"Long live Flame Country!"

...

Listening to the shouts outside the window, a slight smile of comfort appeared on Yang Chen's lips.