Li Xinhui smiled bitterly and said, "It's not that difficult, it's just that those cemeteries seem to be cemeteries of missing soldiers."

"Is it considered a martyr's cemetery?" Su Yanqing asked again.

"Of course not. If you give me a hundred courage, I wouldn't dare to criticize you." Li Xinhui laughed and said, "Most of those cemeteries are covered with the clothes of missing soldiers. The bones cannot be found. Just bury some daily necessities and they will be buried."

"These places are illegal buildings, but because these cemeteries are too sensitive, the local government turns a blind eye and no one goes to demolish them." Li Xinhui laughed.

"If you have any difficulties, just tell me, don't go around with me." Su Yanqing frowned.

Li Xinhui coughed twice and said, "It's not too difficult, there are a few gravekeepers in some cemeteries, and those who are seeking death will not let our people start construction."

"Is the land ours?" Su Yanqing asked again.

"Of course, the land of the twenty cemeteries has been bought." Li Xinhui immediately answered.

"Do I still need to teach you? Do you still need other people's consent when moving your own ground?" Su Yanqing snorted coldly.

Li Xinhui said with a embarrassed look: "Isn't this one time and another? If Brother Su, you came here two years ago, let alone a cemetery, it would be fine if you flatten the entire town."

"Now Haizhou Province has one more Mu Feng, and I am restrained in everything I do." Li Xinhui looked up at Su Yanqing, and a hint of expectation appeared in his eyes.

Su Yanqing, a man from the crowd, naturally saw through Li Xinhui's little thoughts at a glance. He snorted coldly and said, "Mu Feng steers on the sky and the earth, can he still control the cemeteries in those small towns?"

"I know what you are thinking. To be honest, that Mu Feng has also attacked me. He is also my enemy." Su Yanqing lifted up the hair on his left ear, and there was a scar on his left ear.

Although Li Xinhui had known about this for a long time, he pretended to be shocked and said, "This guy is so lawless! He dared to attack Brother Su!"

Su Yanqing sneered and said, "Don't worry, Mu Feng can't jump for long."

"Oh? What do you say?" Li Xinhui looked at Su Yanqing with surprise.

"I have already paid a lot of money to hire the Oshenus family, one of the European Titans family.

Master, Li Rongshu also invited a great god-level existence from Japan. At most, Mu Feng's era will end in one month." Su Yanqing snorted coldly.

"This Mu Feng is indeed too arrogant. I heard that he even beat Li Rongshu!" Li Xinhui looked sad and angry, but his heart was already full of joy.

"Do you have any concerns about the cleaning of those cemeteries now?" Su Yanqing asked directly without answering this.

"It's gone, I'll arrange my most capable subordinates to go over tomorrow and sweep the cemetery with the greatest resistance first." Li Xinhui felt happy immediately after achieving his goal.

If it is true that Western masters and Japanese masters join forces to kill Mu Feng, then he can restore his former glory.

He secretly swore in his heart that as long as Mu Feng died, he would destroy Fei Haiping's entire family to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Qijin Township is a very inconspicuous township in Ningwu City, Haizhou Province.

Early in the morning, a noisy motor sound broke the silence of the town.

Many passers-by stopped the electric car and watched the convoy drive towards the town's back mountain forest farm with surprise.

This is a convoy of three Hummers, five excavators and a bus. The Hummers are all in black suits and sunglasses, and they look very domineering.

After more than half an hour, the convoy arrived at the Houshan Forest Farm in the town.

"They seem to be going to Houshan Forest Farm."

"It's someone who is going to trouble Lao Liu and the others again."

"Damn it, follow me, these bastards are coming to bully people again." Many people in the town chased after this scene in anger.

During the War of Resistance Against Japan, a large-scale war broke out here. The bombs shattered the mountain, causing the entire hillside to be covered with gravel and rubble and overgrown weeds.

Decades ago, six young soldiers who returned from the battlefield in Goryeo suddenly came here. They asked the township government and began to renovate the barren mountain.

Without equipment, they used their hands to carry grinders the size of a millstone down the hillside piece by piece.

It took them five or six years to finally renovate the barren mountain into its original appearance. Over the years, they have been like a group of unknown ants, opening mountains and raising fields and planting trees and afforesting forests.

A few years later, they began to set up gravestones next to each cypress tree.

According to word of mouth in the town, they were all members of the Goryeo Volunteer Army. The battalion where they were located had an encounter with a US special operations battalion during the night march. The US military finally used all the weapons that could be used such as incendiary bombs, and then escaped from the encirclement after nearly half of the loss.

And all their battalions, except for the six of them, were sacrificed in that battle.

Since the battle was no longer in the sequence and the battlefield was too tragic, both the US and Chinese soldiers were burned beyond recognition. The Nangaoli army that arrived later could only take away all the bones on the battlefield. By the time the volunteers returned, there was no bones left, and the battalion they were in was also defined as missing.

At that time, missing soldiers were not qualified to be called martyrs, nor were they qualified to enter the martyrs' cemetery.

These six surviving soldiers built such a cemetery with their hands in this back mountain.

They chose this because this mountain was once the place where their camp was established. It was here that their ancestors fought a desperate battle with the Japanese invading army and eventually became famous in one battle.

There was a cemetery suddenly in the back mountain of the town, and the local residents were a little resistant at first, but when they learned that this was a cemetery for the martyrs, the local residents were no longer afraid, but instead felt an indescribable sense of security.

In the decades since then, these six young soldiers have been regarded as forest rangers and gravekeepers here, regardless of the weather.

As time flies, the young soldiers gradually grow old, leaving only two elderly people in their seventies.

People in the whole town, regardless of gender, age, mostly knew these two taciturn veterans. At the market, they would go down the mountain and exchange some of the vegetables and vegetables they planted for some necessities of daily necessities.

The motor roared, and the convoy soon arrived below the hillside.

The car door opened and a middle-aged man with a mustache jumped out of the Hummer.

The middle-aged man twisted his beard and cursed, "Damn it, is that young master Su Er had a problem with his brain? Choosing such a place where birds don't poop will cause the brothers to go on this trip."

"Master Wu, be careful of the ears of the wall." A young man with sharp mouth and monkey cheeks whispered.
Chapter completed!