The attention for the young man with the surname Li was clearly facilitated by some backing force.
Having seen it too many times in his previous life, Xu Mo was certainly familiar with this.
Xu Mo felt somewhat sorrowful.
They seemed to have forgotten an old War God who, twenty years ago, had single-handedly blocked a breach and who was still risking his life to emerge from that gap at an advanced age.
It seemed that no one remembered the Southwest Military District soldiers who were annihilated after breaking out, or the countless soldiers who died on the battlefield of the Southwest Military District.
All this seemed to have been forgotten.
The vehicle traveled along, eventually reaching the rural area south of Steel Dome City, near the outskirts of the city.
Nanling, the mausoleum area of Steel Dome City.
In front of Lin Qingze's tombstone.
Besides Lin Qingze's family, many others came today to see him off.