He got up from the hot spring pool at the fastest speed, wiped his body dry, and put on the brand new military uniform and military boots that had been prepared at the door of the room. Xu Le carefully checked his appearance, and missed the casual clothes he wore to Philadelphia. Some don't understand why the old man of the military god wants to prepare clothes for himself.
Li Pifu was walking out of the courtyard half-legged, his shoulders collapsed like a rock that was about to collapse. Xu Le chased after this figure, and the hard military boots stepped on the wooden floor, making a clear snap.
"I don't want to be a general." He glanced at the epaulette of the major general on his shoulder, and said loudly to the old man's figure: "I'm coming to Philadelphia, and what I want to say is far from that."
"With the merits you have made for the Federation, you are definitely qualified to be a major general. But when the Ministry of National Defense asked me for my opinion, I suppressed it." Turning back, he said in a low voice, "After all, you are too young. As compensation, I will give you a piece of clothing to enjoy."
Hearing this sentence, Xu Le almost stumbled to the ground, and once again had a clearer understanding of the temperament of the old man of war.
When he came to the end of the corridor, Li Pifu slowly stopped and straightened his body. Although his movements were slow, he contained some unbelievable power, like a peak that was about to collapse and was eroded by years of wind and rain. He stood up tyrannically, staring indifferently at the ruthless sky.
"I have called Justice He Ying."
Xu Le stopped and stared blankly at the old man's back. Only then did he realize that from the beginning to the end, the old man hadn't said a word, but he was well aware of his intention and had already made arrangements in advance.
The old man did not look back, his hands were still behind him, his old and veined hands were casual and calm, but it gave people the feeling that as long as he was willing to hold them, he could hold any star in the universe.
"The victory or defeat of the Xilin lawsuit must be based on federal law, and no matter who it is, it must respect this, including you and me. Of course, I must admit that sometimes like you and me have some kind of power. A person who cannot help breaking through the scope of the law and doing things for pleasure and hatred, but... This is not right. You insist on asking the old judge to come forward, and I appreciate your efforts. "
"As for those things you haven't had time to say yet." The old man turned his head and looked at him quietly, "Soldiers are not allowed to engage in government, this is an iron law, anyone who tries to break this iron law will be swept into the garbage of history. heap."
A kind of moving or shock occurred in Xu Le's heart. He remembered what Minister Zou said in the hotel office many years ago: The army is not allowed to have its own thoughts, because that would be too dangerous.
As a person with terrifying military power, he is wary of this terrifying power, and independently finds a way to control this power, and is so firm, such soldiers are the real soldiers, the mainstay of the Federation.
"Thank you very much for your support." Xu Lejing gave a military salute, and then said with a hint of shame: "But I am not qualified to be compared with you."
"Don't be superstitious about the old man." A few smiles appeared in the wrinkles on Li Pifu's face, diluting the uncomfortable old feeling a little, "I have never met someone stronger than me in my life, but I It's old, and everyone grows old, just as every young man grows."
"Huai Cao Shi, Xiao Feng, and you, no matter what angle you are in, you are eligible to be compared with us back then."
The old man raised his arm and patted his shoulder lightly: "Young man, you should have the strength to do what you think is right."
For half a day in Philadelphia, I told a long-term story in the hot spring pool. Xu Le rubbed the old man's back for a long time, but this action of raising his arm and slapping his shoulders was the first time that the old man, the military god, used gestures to express some kind of intimacy. Half a meter apart, Xu Le didn't even notice that the old man raised his arms and stretched his elbows, let alone dodging or other reactions, when he found that the old hand fell on his shoulder, and patted it twice.
Thinking of the cup of yellow tea that was quiet and violent at the fingertips in the tea room, although he didn't know that the cup of tea turned into a hookah, Xu Le still couldn't help being in awe of the old man's terrifying strength, and couldn't help feeling faint in his heart. Think about it, in front of an old man like you, which young man dares to think that he is more powerful? Can Huai Cao Poetry
Outside the corridor, a group of servicemen who had been waiting for a long time rushed over, carefully grooming Li Piff and Xu Le, combing their hair, and even two servicemen squatted down and polished their military boots.
Xu Le was not used to the feeling of being served by many people. He didn't understand why these orderlies who appeared out of nowhere had to take care of themselves. He looked at the military god with white hair hunting and dancing under the hair dryer not far away. Old man, I even think this picture is a bit absurd and funny.
"As for other things, you don't need to worry." The words of the powerful General Feng Feng were a little erratic. "Although my son can't fight, he is much stronger than everyone in the Federation thinks."
Hearing this sentence, Xu Le finally felt relieved. As long as the old man, the god of war, agreed to General Li Zaidao as the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, the hard-line hawks in the army would not be able to raise too much trouble, not to mention that the old man finally made this move. An indifferent comment shows that he has strong confidence in his own son.
After the group of orderlies finished their hair and clothes, they held the mirrors for them to take a closer look at themselves. The old and the young had probably never taken care of their appearance so seriously in their entire life, and naturally they would no longer comment on the smoothness of the temples and boots. The orderlies saluted collectively, and then quickly withdrew.
After a while, Xu Le knew why the orderlies were taking care of their grooming.
A gust of wind picked up.
More than a dozen news reporters carrying all kinds of camera equipment walked in from behind the courtyard gate and took pictures of Li Piff and Xu Le on the stage. Yu almost didn't hold the right hand that the war god himself condescended to stretch out.
Holding the old man's cold, incomparably generous palm, Xu Le looked back at the cameras like a puppet. From the signs of those cameras, he found that he was eligible to enter the Philadelphia Courtyard. The people who filmed this scene included the Capital District Daily. and news channels, including several of the largest news media.
He recognized the well-known reporter of the news channel, the Wood reporter of the Capital District Daily, and even saw Bai Zeming among these reporters, who was among the federal super-class because of the filming of the documentary "Seven Groups". The guy in the director's ranks actually came in person today.
The expressions on the faces of the reporters were very strange. No one greeted Xu Le, including Bai Zeming. Even this guy didn't even squeeze his eyes.
There were no interviews, no questions, the reporters just silently took pictures, choosing the best angle, and making sure to take the best picture. This kind of collective silence actually made the scene that should be noisy, gradually gave birth to a solemn and solemn atmosphere with a little fanaticism.
Probably because these reporters are very clear about the significance of the pictures taken today to the entire Federation, and even to history.
In the Philadelphia Courtyard, above the stone steps, there are the military god Li Pifu and Colonel Xu Le.
They are shaking hands.
This is inheritance.
"I still have a question, why... are you willing to tell me the story of that year in such detail?"
"Because, perhaps in the not too distant future, there will be a lot of similar clichés that will happen, so I hope you can learn something from this previous story."
This was the last conversation between the two before Xu Le bid farewell to the old man. He didn't know what the cliché stories that might happen in the future were, and he walked out of the manor along the bluestone trail in the rice fields and fish ponds, and was shocked to find that it was General Li Zaidao who sent him out of the hospital.
"I… feel a little flattered today."
Xu Le looked at General Li Zaidao next to him and explained nervously that at the moment when the chairman of the Federal Joint Chiefs of Staff was about to be replaced, he thought that General Li Zaidao would definitely stay in the Capital District, but he did not expect the other party to return to Philadelphia. Inference, you know who the other party is coming for.
For this scholar-like general, who is sandwiched between the military gods Li Pifu and Li Feng, and who is low-key and does not feel any resentment, Xu Le's words are flattering, not only referring to the other party making a special trip to accompany him, but also Because of those pictures taken by reporters earlier.
The glory of the Li family in Philadelphia is the medal won by the three generations of the grandson and grandson of the military god Li Pifu, who fought at all costs for the bloody battle of the Federation. Feng's heritage proud
"I don't know what kind of person my uncle is, but I think he has some interesting ideas. Sometimes things like brilliance are indeed a kind of pressure of last resort." General Li Zaidao smiled gently and said, "I have been physically weak since I was a child. Well, I can't bear this kind of pressure, so I have to pass the pressure on to Li Feng."
"Li Feng left home to join the army at the age of twelve, fighting to kill, and training hard every second for what? It was to preserve the glory of the Li family, and this was actually a kind of harm to his life."
Facing the sunset light slowly falling from the west, General Li Zaidao looked at him and said gently: "That's why I have always felt a lot of guilt towards him, if you can take this pressure away from this family, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. you."
Xu Le's lips and tongue were a little dry, knowing that General Li Zaidao was not being hypocritical, thinking of the thing Zou Yu mentioned, he said solemnly, "I'm sorry."
General Li Zaidao looked at him quietly and said, "I appreciate everything you have done in the past. So I don't think you have anything to apologize for, at least until now."