Chapter 1234: Chapter 1239: A Letter
For the first ti, Yang Yi felt that Gong Yang was not only extraordinarily skilled with a gun, but also truly mysterious.
How did this guy manage it?
How did Gong Yang make Pu Qin drape the national flag over Yarebin with his own hands?
How did he get Pu Qin to preside over Yarebin’s farewell ceremony?
This doesn’t make sense. It’s illogical.
While Yang Yi was still stunned, Anton suddenly straightened up and saluted the approaching hearse.
Yang Yi placed his hand over his chest, bowed slightly toward the hearse, expressing his respect for a legend.
Kate gazed at the hearse, then bowed her head to it as well.
Annastasia bowed her head in silent mourning, holding a white carnation in her hand.
White carnations symbolize respect.
Brian’s reaction was far more complex. He stared at the hearse, quietly pursing his lips as he watched it approach and stop at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.
Finally, Brian raised his hand, drawing his right hand quickly across his forehead.
Respect mingled with hate—resentnt, yet undeniable admiration. Brian grudgingly saluted Yarebin to express both his respect and his resentnt.
Yang Yi let out a soft breath and lowered his hand from his chest.
“We should head to the Novodevichy Cetery and wait. Yarebin’s burial will likely happen quietly. We must witness it as a final testant,” Anton said softly, then turned around. At that mont, a man suddenly stepped in front of him.
A short, thin middle-aged man.
Anton raised an eyebrow, and Yang Yi instinctively reached for his knife, but Anton suddenly spoke: “Why are you here? You didn’t notify .”
The short man replied in a low voice: “I’ve been here for a while. I just wanted to see if you’d co.”
Anton responded quietly, “How could I not co? I’m heading to Novodevichy Cetery now. Let’s go.”
The short man shook his head and turned to Yang Yi, saying, “I’m Grevatov. I’ve co to give you sothing.”
“Alright, where is it?”
“I’ll give it to you later.”
After saying this, Grevatov tilted his head and said, “Let’s talk away from here. I don’t want Gong Yang to find out. Follow .”
Anton spoke in a low voice: “Wait, we were supposed to go to Novodevichy Cetery.”
Grevatov said gravely, “Did you not send people to scout the area? No wonder you don’t know. Novodevichy Cetery is under high-level lockdown. I noticed mbers of the Presidential Guard there, so we cannot go.”
Anton froze for a mont and then stamred: “This high a level… it ans… it ans…”
Grevatov continued walking while saying: “It ans we can’t go. Pu Qin will be there, and there’s already artillery, a guard of honor, and a military band ready.”
Anton stopped walking, biting his lips before trembling and saying: “It feels unreal.”
“No need to doubt. It’s already a fact.”
Grevatov said calmly, and Yang Yi couldn’t help but ask: “How did he manage this?”
How did Gong Yang orchestrate Yarebin receiving the honors of a state funeral?
A state funeral—a national flag, artillery salutes, an honor guard escort—a state funeral!
The problem is that a state funeral in Russia, how could it possibly be arranged for soone like Yarebin? A man who dedicated himself to reviving the Soviet Union, who gave everything to prevent the ergence of Russia?
Without a doubt, Yarebin was an enemy of Russia—one of its most dangerous, persistent, and fearso adversaries.
If Russia’s greatest enemy receives the honor of a Russian state funeral, what about the heroes who sacrificed everything for Russia? What aning would their sacrifices hold?
This is why Yang Yi found it unbelievable, irrational—just utterly unreasonable.
Anton was both excited and sowhat elated because the things he’d hoped for were turning into reality, piece by piece.
“Let’s stay outside Novodevichy Cetery and watch. Let’s avoid being noticed.”
Grevatov made a gesture for them to follow and said softly to Yang Yi: “We can’t witness the actual burial of Yarebin, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that he gets the honor he deserves.”
Yang Yi followed Grevatov to the side. Grevatov had yet to glance at Gong Yang, but Yang Yi couldn’t resist looking back at Gong Yang several tis and then said: “Amazing…”
“It’s complicated. Gong Yang did his best, but achieving this step wasn’t just his effort. In fact, it was the result of many people pushing together. Still, the main reason is that Russia deed this outco the most advantageous.”
Grevatov always maintained a cool deanor. He gestured with a polite invitation, waited for Yang Yi to get into the car, then followed him.
Nobody knew what Grevatov was going to hand over.
Yang Yi was genuinely anxious, but he understood he couldn’t afford to rush.
The area near Novodevichy Cetery had many buildings. Grevatov suddenly pointed to one and said: “We’re heading there.”
Anton drove to the building, and once they arrived, Grevatov silently got out of the car. He tilted his head toward Yang Yi, signaling for him to follow, then led the way into the corridors.
On the sixth floor of the modest building, the door opened before anyone knocked. A red-nosed old man looked at Yang Yi, nodded, and said: “You’ve arrived. Co in.”
Behind the window stood a telescope. Grevatov walked over, peered through it briefly, and said softly: “It’s happening.”
Yang Yi stepped to the window as well. At this mont, Grevatov suddenly exclaid: “The artillery salute!”
Artillery salutes produce smoke, and despite being unable to hear the sound, one can still surmise how many shots have been fired.
After a while, Grevatov straightened up and said to the others standing silently behind him: “Twenty-one-gun salute!”
The highest honor—there’s no greater.
Grevatov looked pleased. He waved his hand and said: “Tartar, bring the item now. It’s ti to give it to him.”
Tartar turned, retrieved a bag, and directly unzipped it, pulling out a letter.
A proper letter in an envelope—it was just a letter.
Addressed to Yang Yi.
Yang Yi hadn’t seen a physical envelope in years. He took the thick envelope and saw the neat, orderly characters written on its surface, montarily entranced.
“This is a letter Yarebin wrote for you. Open it.”
The envelope wasn’t sealed. Yang Yi opened it and pulled out a stack of papers.
The letter was written using Chinese characters.
“Greetings, Yang Yi. I write to you as though I were eting you face to face. I’m glad you’ve received this letter. However, I also regret that it has reached you because it ans I am already dead.
This letter will surely be useful to you, though you might not like its contents. This is because the letter signifies responsibility and danger. So why did I not give this letter to my successor, Gong Yang, and instead chose you? The reason is simple: he is my only successor, while you are not.”
At this point, Yang Yi could no longer contain himself and muttered: “This…”
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