Even though he said this to Ji Yao, Wu Qiao had no choice but to think about it.
The empire is at the end of its life, and all kinds of forces are pulling the country, and it seems that it is about to fall apart.
The majesty of the emperor plummeted, and the imperial palace, which looked resplendent before, was in a state of embarrassment.
Should there be a revolution? The revolutionaries have no doubts about this, but the system is like a person's bones, and it must be extremely painful to peel and replace the bones. An ordinary operation still needs time to recover, not to mention that it needs to be completely transformed into a new one with blood and bones
However, if it is really terminally ill, it is better to take a risk and try, so that at least there is still a glimmer of life.
Then, another thing happened—Tan Yan was appointed Marshal of the Empire.
The empire originally did not have the rank of marshal, but now it seems that it wants to reduce domestic dissatisfaction by exaggerating victory.
Tan Yan was named Marshal of the Empire because of a grand victory.
In that battle, Tan Yan pretended to attack a planet, and the secondary troops went to intercept the enemies who might come to support them, but in the middle of the journey, they suddenly killed the carbine, and while the night was getting dark, lightning struck the actual target, and then fought with Feint forces flank the previous planet. In the second stage of the campaign, they made a bold gamble again. When the original planning method opened up the situation, they decided to let the main force fully support the light cavalry mech troops that accidentally broke through a little line of defense of the defenders. rout.
Taken alone, this command is not a great highlight in Tan Yan's career, but the Republic tried to exaggerate Tan Yan's ability to cover up the fact that he unexpectedly lost. The empire is also very happy to see this kind of legend, and pushes the boat along, trying to convince the people that individual heroes can save the fate of the country.
"From now on, you will be the marshal's wife." Tan Yan said half-jokingly.
"Oh." Wu Qiao also joked, "What kind of treatment does the marshal's wife get?"
"... I don't know." Tan Yan was a little dumbfounded, "I am the first in the empire."
"Has your allowance increased?" Wu Qiao continued teasing and talking.
"... forgot to ask."
"So maybe nothing has changed."
"Yes..." Tan Yan thought for a long time, "There are two new sets of clothes."
"Two sets of new clothes?" Wu Qiao smiled, "That's fine, it's different at last."
"..."
Wu Qiao licked his lips: "Next time I see you, watch me rip it off." Wu Qiao didn't think he was an indulgent person, and he rarely even solved it by himself. He joined the army until he was 18 years old. Only then did I know what to do. Moreover, he has all of what Tan Yan has. Wu Qiao really can't understand this point, that is, why he finds the other party's body attractive.
"It's not sure who picks who." Tan Yan said lightly.
"Marshal..." After a long time, Wu Qiao called his military rank again in private, because Wu Qiao felt that the new name was a bit fresh, "Actually..."
"Ok?"
Wu Qiao hugged the pillow that Tan Yan gave him: "Actually, I don't seem to want you to be such a marshal."
Because pillows allow people to talk directly, Wu Qiao didn't use communication equipment after going to bed at night. But he has a habit, a habit that even Tanyan doesn't know, that is, when he talks in this way, he likes to lie on his side with the pillow in his arms, and sometimes he even uses one side of his chin or rubs against it. It will make him feel more comfortable.
Tan Yan asked: "What's wrong?"
"I..." Wu Qiao seemed to answer the question out of place, "I feel so scared."
"Why exactly?"
"Now, you are the only marshal in the empire."
"right."
"So, it is now the representative of the military power."
"..."
"I'm afraid that if one day the monarchy collapses and the country changes hands, you...as a representative of the military power in the old era, something very bad will happen to you." This has happened too many times in history, and Wu Qiao really can't help it. do not worry.
"Why do you think so much?"
"Those who have something to do with you always think a lot."
"When that day comes, it's never too late to think about it, because even if you think about it, what's the use? In troubled times, you can't help yourself. No one's tomorrow is in your hands, and so are you and me."
"Tan Yan," Wu Qiao asked again, "If the revolutionaries really came, how do you think you would choose? They will probably come soon."
Wu Qiao was counting on Tan Yan to give him a different answer. He thought Tan Yan was so smart, maybe he would have other ideas.
But no.
Tan Yan said almost without thinking, "I'd better do my own thing."
"..."
"I still need me to fight against foreign enemies. Apart from me, no one in the empire has more than half the winning rate. Daeron has no one else, especially when facing that guy..."
"That guy" in Tan Yan's mouth is the Supreme Commander of the Republic. The people of the empire hated him so much that they gritted their teeth, and even started to hate table tennis, because "that guy" never thought of applying for the military academy, but because he met a friend who played table tennis together on the eve of applying for the exam, and that friend applied for it. After entering the military academy, the future Supreme Commander-in-Chief followed him in order to continue playing table tennis together in the future. Later, the Supreme Commander-in-Chief failed to compete in the National Table Tennis Professional League. He had no choice but to complete his studies. He graduated from the military academy and entered the army with a dismal 1786th place in the school. It can be said that without the sport of table tennis, the empire might not have fallen to this point, and it might have won the war long ago. After Xiao En's death, only Tan Yan could win or lose against him. The others could hardly escape the fate of being swept away, and the winning rate could not even be guaranteed to one-third.
After hearing this, Wu Qiao was silent for a while, and then asked again: "Have you forgotten me?" He currently has a record of complete victory, although he has not faced the commander-in-chief yet.
"Not counting you." Tan Yan said, "You and I are bound together."
"Oh… "
"So... if I disappear too, the imperial army will probably be beaten to the capital star in a short time. I have to persevere here. This is my biggest mission." His mission is to prevent his country from losing its land.
"...you are still so narcissistic."
"It's just a fact." Tan Yan said again, "So I can't leave."
"..."
"The emperor is the highest officer of the army. He still has the final say on the affairs of the army, and I can't change too much. I personally don't want to lead people to fight the revolutionary army, but I think it's quite good to be shot as a symbol." It’s possible, I just hope they have someone who can succeed me.”
At this juncture, it was already very difficult to fight against the Republic, and it was unrealistic to try to disobey orders and change the army. Tan Yan knew that most of the people in the army were still loyal to the emperor.
"Talk about Yan!"
"Just talking casually." Tan Yan laughed lowly, "So out of selfishness, I still hope that the political situation will be stable. After all, I still want to marry you in a beautiful way."
"..." Wu Qiao understood that Tan Yan wanted reform rather than revolution.
"Okay, don't worry, go to sleep."
"Talk about Yan."
"what happened again?"
"I love you."
Tan Yan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and he responded to Wu Qiao after a while: "Me too, go to sleep."
"Oh."
But Wu Qiao couldn't sleep.
Some thoughts burned in his chest.
For such a long time, Wu Qiao felt in his heart that he was a little inclined towards revolution. He also doesn't want to count on the emperor anymore. Even if the emperor starts to reform, he will not delegate power easily. When will the constitution be truly realized? Now the emperor makes stupid moves from time to time, and if this continues, it may really decline to the point where there is no room for improvement. By that time, it will be too late to save him if he is terminally ill.
A different government ruled the empire, and it probably couldn't have gotten any worse.
According to Wu Qiao's personality, he might even feel that it's okay to realize the change of dynasty by himself. He should have existed for such a moment.
But now, for the sake of love and love, he gave up everything, and chose the path of guarding the old forces that completely runs counter to "changing the world".
Tan Yan... Tan Yan said that he would not leave.
He and Tan Yan may be burned to ashes by the raging sky fire of the new era.
Wu Qiao felt that he almost didn't know himself. If he changed the past, he would definitely feel that the life of a person like himself is meaningless.
That person...how could he be so important.
Wu Qiao couldn't sleep, so he got up in his clothes and stood in front of the window staring blankly.
It was pitch black outside the window, and I was so confused that I couldn't see the way clearly.
Wu Qiao widened his eyes and looked hard, but there was still no clear outline in front of his eyes.
After a long while, Wu Qiao walked to the table, poured some ink into the inkstone, and spread out a piece of paper.
Write a letter and give it to Tan Yan... He thought, it's also a romantic thing.
After writing the words, take a photo and send it to Tan Yan's communication device. When the other party sees these words tomorrow morning, they should feel a little warm.
At such a time, only the fact that Tan Yan is happy can make him feel happier.
It's really... sweet and sad at the same time.
Wu Qiao's handwriting is good. He practiced it for several years and won some competition awards when he was in school, so he has always regarded writing as one of his specialties.
After concentrating, Wu Qiao lifted the pen, turned his wrist, pointed to the palm, and wrote down the four big characters he wanted to write on the paper, "We are on the same road together through wind and rain".
"..." After he finished writing, he took a look and felt that he hadn't let go, so he pushed the paper aside and laid another piece of paper.
Time passed by every minute and every second.
I don't know if it's because he can't calm down, Wu Qiao always feels very dissatisfied when he writes and writes, his words are very ugly.
I wrote more than a dozen pictures in a row, but not only did not get better, but one piece was not as good as one, and at least one of the four words was always a failure.
In a fit of anger, Wu Qiao threw the pen on the table, and as if venting his anger, he threw the dozen or so words "Wind and Rain Together" into balls and threw them all into the trash can.
After tossing for an hour, nothing was written.
Only a faint fragrance of ink was left in the room.