Walking into the cemetery, the slate path underfoot emitted a dull, echoing sound. The surrounding pines and cypresses stood in quiet, solemn stillness, like loyal sentinels guarding the heroic spirits resting here.
Liang Song walked slowly, his gaze sweeping across the rows of headstones. Each one represented a martyr who had made the ultimate sacrifice for the country and its people. He could almost picture those young, resolute faces—they had once, just like him, carried the unwavering conviction to defend their home and country, charging into battle, only to remain forever in this soil.
In a quiet corner of the cemetery, Liang Song stopped. His gaze fell upon a headstone, the inscriptions on it slightly weathered yet still clearly legible.
Chapter 443