"What's wrong, Second Young Master?" Du Xiaosong was quite frightened by him.
"I know why they're greeting this big tree. They're not greeting the tree, but the people who once died beneath it."
"That was..." Du Xiaosong already figured out who it was, but could not say the name no matter what.
Meng Ping spoke to himself, "I've seen the reports and summaries from back then. My brother was the last to lean against a tree and pass away." He held a telescope, trying hard to see the tree clearly.
Finally, Xu Qigang moved to one side, and he could clearly see the dense bullet marks on the tree.
Several years had passed, and the bullet marks had been altered by the tree's growth, but remained distinctly visible.
Xu Qigang waved in the direction of the telescope.
Du Xiaosong looked like he had seen a ghost, "Is Captain Xu waving us over?"
