Dressed in casual clothes and having just rushed over, Zhang Zhongting hadn't replied when Political Commissar Cheng had already spoken.
"End of ceremony! Everyone aboard!"
"Go ahead, give the squad leader a proper send-off."
Zhang Zhongting patted Fang Huai on the shoulder, glanced at the hearse, sighed deeply to express his regret, then turned and boarded a car, heading towards his next destination.
He was not responsible for receiving the hearse, but even amidst his busy schedule, he made time to come for a look; however, he couldn't stay long, for there were more lives waiting to be saved by him.
Fang Huai followed onto the vehicle, where the Special Duty Squad comrades, all old soldiers, sat with solemn and serious faces, none of them crying.
However, as they exited the intersection and saw the crowds on both sides, everyone started to tear up.
They hadn't seen the spectacular scene as the hearse set off from its starting point.
