Ye Tianming shouted: "Stand at attention! Salute!" "Bang!" All the team members raised their right hands, Chen Yang, and Long Ye lifted up one after another. Zhou Zhenping walked to the funeral parlor hall in goose steps. The team members raised their guns and kicked in goose steps.
follow behind
"Pa! Pa!!!!" The sound of neat steps instantly covered up the noisy cries and shouts, becoming the only note in the entire space. Looking at this team of soldiers who made them feel different from ordinary soldiers, their faces were solemn.
Marching forward slowly with neat steps, both the staff of the funeral home and the family members of the executed prisoners all stepped aside silently and watched this special farewell ceremony.
Gao Qing said dissatisfied: "This is too much. After all, he is a death row prisoner. How can he carry out such a grand ceremony?"
Wu Chengbo patted him on the shoulder: "Old Gao! You don't understand the relationship between soldiers and comrades. It is a friendship that can block bullets for you behind your back and die for you."
Ye Tianming and the others carried Zhou Zhenping to the funeral parlor hall and walked towards the cremation room. At this time, Zhan Zhan Keke, a female staff member in her thirties, came over and looked at the cold-faced Ye Tianming and said weakly: "
The deceased needs makeup.”
Ye Tianming waved his hand and pointed at Zhou Zhenping and said coldly: "When he was alive, his makeup was oil paint and gunpowder smoke. After he died, he could only wear oil paint, so we will paint his makeup. You can leave now."
The woman left in a hurry after hearing Rumeng's order. Standing in front of this group of soldiers gave her too much pressure. It was an invisible pressure that made her involuntarily feel an indescribable awe.
Ye Tianming and others entered the cremation room and saw the cremator standing there looking at them at a loss. "You can leave, we will do it ourselves," Ye Tianming said
The cremator hesitated but chose to leave because he didn't want to offend the soldiers who put so much pressure on him as soon as they came in.
"Chen Yang, take two people to get an urn, and then go to the back of the funeral home to get some unowned ashes and put them in it."
Chen Yang said awkwardly: "Captain! I seem to need money to buy the urn, but I don't have any money."
"You don't know how to rob if you don't have money. Do you still need me to teach you?"
"Uh!" Feng Zhen rolled his eyes, and the team members' faces were full of black lines. Chen Yang chuckled and led the two team members out, muttering as he walked, "Damn! The boss is the boss, and others don't dare to do things.
He dares to do it, and he does it happily like a bandit. Every time he does something, people will be stunned, otherwise he wouldn't be called Ye Tianming."
"Open it and let him out"
Long Ye stretched out his hand to untie the rope that tied the mouth of the body bag, and Zhou Zhenping jumped to the ground neatly, "Chief! Thank you" and then knelt on the ground with a plop.
Ye Tianming roared angrily: "You fucking stand up, don't you know there's gold under a man's knees? We at Blue Sword don't have pathetic soldiers who kneel down casually, we only have men with strong bones. Now you raise your head and talk to me."
Go out from here, risk your honor as a soldier, kill those two bastards, and then come back and tell me that you did not unjustly kill a good man. As a man, you must live with clear grievances and grievances, and you can live up to the sky and the government."
Zhou Zhenping stood up and looked much younger than him, but the man he respected shook his head violently, shook away the tears from the corners of his eyes and shouted: "Chief! I will never let you down."