Snowflakes kept falling from the eclipse signboard. Editor-in-chief Bob and reporter Wood, who were wearing thick black trench coats, rushed out of the door against the wind and snow, and got into the dark green military vehicle under the astonished eyes of the newspaper colleagues.
The military vehicle drove towards the military airport in the southern suburbs of the capital.
Wood in the carriage glanced at the thin cigarette in Bob's lips, feeling the doubt and shock in the other party's heart, and shrugged and asked, "Have you seen Lord God of War before?"
"Many years ago, at the funeral of the old president, I saw it from a distance." Editor-in-chief Bob looked at the snowflakes swiftly swept back outside the car window, frowned deeply, took a deep breath, and suddenly realized that he was walking too fast, and he took a deep breath. Wrong pack of ladies menthol cigarettes.
After swearing a few swear words in a low voice, he twisted the slender cigarette between his fingers, subconsciously twisting it into shredded tobacco that danced and fell.
"You're nervous."
Wood rubbed his sore knees, stared at the shredded tobacco that fell from the editor's fingers, and said incredulously: "I never thought that the most famous and cool, even cold editor-in-chief in the Federation would have moments of nervousness before interviews. You know you After interviewing the three presidents before and after, you still care about this?"
"The president often gives interviews, but the marshal hasn't given an interview since he returned to Philadelphia."
Editor-in-chief Bob retorted, waving his fingers. After a short pause, he laughed self-deprecatingly and continued: "Well, these are all fake, I'm just nervous."
"When I was in the Journalism Department of Capital University, I interviewed the then Minister of Defense, but what is that? I still remember that year when the Capital Student Union and the Veterans Association joined forces to hold a parade, and as a result, there was a sample from the S2 Oil Proportioning Laboratory. The idiot who came here actually burned the portrait of the marshal."
"Oh, at that time, the marshal was not a marshal, but a division commander. Just like Xu Le now, he was a fighting hero idol that the federation focused on training."
"That idiot was angrily beaten into a pig head by our students and our wheelchair veterans."
Editor-in-chief Bob laughed out loud, he didn't care about the shaking of the vehicle at high speed, with a trace of memory, with a trace of indescribable meaning, squinted his eyes and said with emotion: "You don't understand the marshal's treatment of these two of us. What does it mean for people in the 1930s? As a journalist who needs to maintain an independent spirit the most, I should not worship anyone, but when the officer just said that we can interview the marshal, I realized that it has been from college to the present. , I've been surreptitiously admiring him... like a fanatical groupie."
Wood shrugged, took out a Blue River flue-cured tobacco, lit it, and said, "Isn't this the case in the entire Federation? But have you ever thought about why the Marshal arranged this interview at this time?"
Bob frowned slightly, looked at the military airport buildings and the planes hidden in the buildings that were getting closer and closer, and said, "I also think this is a bit weird, maybe... It's related to the news that happened to Xu Le today. "
The whistling air blew white wool on the tarmac for nine days, and the powerful driving force drove the high-speed aircraft to instantly tear through the icy winter sky and head towards Philadelphia. After a short ten minutes, two well-known reporters who had only had time to carry simple interview equipment, and even forgot to take a professional camera, came to the most famous lakeside manor in the Federation.
The security measures of the Li family in Philadelphia are extremely strict. The directly affiliated security forces of the First Military Region of Lianjia are scattered around the building. The strong and elite soldiers are keenly watching any movement, whether it is a silent frog in the field, or a pond in the pool. The fish that have become more and more lazy due to the cold can feel a tense and solemn atmosphere that is completely different from the past, permeating and eroding around this manor.
"As an avid admirer, I have traveled to Philadelphia twice and learned about the structure of Lee's Manor through journals. The winter here is much warmer than the capital, especially this lake, don't look at the blue water. Zhan is cold, but there are actually a lot of alpine hot springs mixed in, and the water temperature is very pleasant.”
Editor-in-chief Bo and reporter Wood followed Officer Han Shaodong, accepted strict security checks, and walked towards the manor. Uneasy, the editor-in-chief began to explain everything here to Wood in a hoarse voice.
"Please come in, I will not accompany you. When I come out, I will wait for the two of you outside." Han Shaodong took the two reporters to a mansion and left with a smile. Before leaving, he explained: "The room behind the door I am temporarily under the purview of the Federal Data Privacy Regulations, and I do not have sufficient authority to enter."
What secrets are inside? Bob and Wood looked suspiciously at the closed wooden door in front of them, and the smooth, dark and dark precious wooden floor in front of them, hesitating whether they should step on it.
After all, they were the best, most persistent, and most daring news partners in the Federation. They finally stepped on it and slowly pushed open the door with unprecedented tension.
There are no deformed metal mechas full of interstellar sci-fi flavors, there are no countless bigwigs who are talking to each other to formulate space strategies, and there is only one room behind the door.
An empty room with a bed at the end of the room. The bed was covered with thick but soft and comfortable quilts. Between the quilts scattered like clouds lay a thin and tired old man.
The dark brown scars were particularly dazzling on the loose facial skin. The old man closed his eyes tightly, and the corners of his bloodless lips drooped weakly to the side. I don't know if it was because he consumed too much energy on the battlefield. Because of this, the old man looked so tired, tired and didn't know whether he fell asleep or forever... fell asleep.
More than a dozen extremely thin medical data cables were connected on the shriveled body of the old man, then bypassed the head of the bed and entered the space next door. A huge glass about three meters high on one side isolated this empty room from the space next to it. Come.
On the other side of the glass, there are more than a dozen of the most sophisticated and advanced medical equipment in the Federation, a dozen of the best medical professors in the Federation, and a dozen of the most important generals of the military. They are busy watching data and tracking physiological indicators. , they are helplessly angry, roaring in anger, roaring hopelessly.
The sound insulation of the glass was very good, and Bob and Wood could see the contorted and gloomy faces, exaggerated arm movements, and vaguely guessable lip movements of the military leaders they knew very well, but couldn't hear any sound. This scene is like an absurd pantomime, but the question is who in this universe can invite so many senior federal generals to be actors
After realizing something, Bob and Wood couldn't help but breathe quickly. Holding the recorder tightly, they stared blankly at the thin and old body in the quilt on the bed, not knowing what to do.
They are very clear that what they see is absolutely history, and it is probably a point in time that will never be forgotten in history. As long as the Federation still exists, this scene will be recorded in the textbooks of the Federation forever...
As journalists, it is the greatest honor to be able to appear on the scene of history, not to mention such a history, but in the hearts of these two outstanding journalists, there is no trace of professional excitement, no trace of expectation, only endless. of anxiety and fear.
"Sit down, this is one-way glass, but it's one-way for me. I don't like lying here naked for them to observe. Although they are doctors, I am not the master of the empire."
At this moment, a hoarse and low voice suddenly sounded in the empty room, and the thin old man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the two reporters at the door and said, "I like to see them busy inside, It feels like I'm back on the battlefield before, when I first joined the army, I liked watching those weak medical officers run wild with their treatment cabins, hehe."
Two sofas were prepared at the foot of the bed, fruits and brewed Guanyin green tea were placed on the coffee table, and two boxes of white boxes of Panax notoginseng specially provided by the military were placed beside the glass ashtray.
Bob and Wood didn't react for a while, staring blankly at the old man of the war god on the bed. After a long time, they said hello in a panic, and then stumbled into the comfortable sofa.
"I'm glad you guys agreed to come and do this interview."
Li Pif, who was half leaning on the hospital bed, said mildly, the old man's hoarse voice had an abnormal sound of rubbing stones and gravel, still firm and powerful, but a little palpitating.
Wiping off the sweat on his forehead, Editor-in-Chief Bob took a deep breath, stabilized his mood with a strong professional spirit, and replied earnestly: "Master Marshal, this is the first issue of the Capital District Daily since I started my career. The greatest honor ever.”
This is the truth. From these scenes, a certain inference can be drawn. The interview that will start soon may be the last interview of this living legend on the hospital bed. Bob and Wood are grateful to be able to participate in it. inexplicable.
"Since it's an interview, I think it's necessary to introduce myself first."
The thin old man said slowly, the lights in the ward are very bright and white, and there is no dull sadness at all, just like his legendary life, magnificent and always.
Reporter Bob squinted and took out the pen and paper he was most used to. Reporter Wood opened the recorder gently and listened carefully to the hoarse voice coming from the bed.
"My name is Li Pif, I was born in Philadelphia. I have worked three jobs in my life. Before I was twelve years old, I was practicing in a fitness studio. I used to work as a part-time cleaner. Then when I was fourteen, I worked for a short time at East Garden Plaza in Philadelphia. lawn mowing, and then I enlisted in the military, and since then, I have been in the military for decades and have never done anything else."
"The recruits just joined the army, and our squad leader fell to his death during the exercise. The superiors were very angry. I don't know why they chose me as a new recruit to take over the position of squad leader. From squad leader to platoon leader, to company commander, battalion commander, regiment commander , Until the end, I was promoted very quickly in the army, and I have never served as a deputy, and I have never worked at the brigade and army levels."
"Speaking of having only had three jobs, after I retired ten years ago, I once thought of continuing to go to Dongyuan Square to cut grass, but the government rejected it in the name of safety. For this, I, a veteran, expressed great dissatisfaction. "
Editor-in-chief Bob stopped the recording of his fingers, raised his head and stared blankly at the old man in the bed who was in memory, thinking with some uneasiness and sadness, compared with Xu Le's incident, this is the real news event , news events that would make the entire universe sad.