The temperature in Philadelphia in winter is never too low, especially by the lakeside at the foot of the mountain. There is only a shallow layer of snow on the roof. The fresh sun in the morning shines on the thin snow, making them seem to be burning and really starting to self. The warmth melted into a tiny stream of water, which followed the corners of the quaint eaves and fell on the wet ground.
These tiny raindrops have been smashed for many years, but they haven't had time to smash the hard ground to make clear traces, just like the thin and calm old man in the house with his eyes deep in the house. He has been glowing in the Federation for many years, but still can't do anything Essentially changing too many old things. The gym in the hometown of Philadelphia opened its doors with riveted copper nails as usual, and the young and young boys snorted the white mist and kicked the puppets tied with fine grass, just like him back then.
The water on the eaves was still dripping slowly.
Tick tick tick, it is the dull and suffocating swing of the hour hand, which is always calm and suffocating, it is the little boy holding a string of red candy and looking at the newborn red sun, drooling greedily, it is the right mechanical leg on the battlefield of gunpowder that was tragically broken, revealing the thick arm of the arm. The comforting sound of electronic self-checks in the M37 mech cabin of the wire.
Tick, tick, tick, is the imitation of the voice of a beautiful little girl in a white padded jacket playing the role of an emergency female doctor when the little friends shot each other with bamboo guns and then fell down exaggeratedly. Tick tick tick, slow down the tick tick speed, and it has become the most familiar electronic sound of physiological data monitoring in the treatment cabin.
The tick stops.
On the light curtain, there was no ups and downs of power jumping, and it became a straight line, extending directly to the edge from left to right, without end, always calm.
On the other side of the glass curtain wall, the experts from the treatment team of the Army General Hospital and the federal generals took off their headphones and instruments numbly, and stared at the old man on the bed. of.
General Miles stared at his red eyes without making a sound, allowing the tears to wash out from them. He washed them on his pupils and wrinkles, which were also very old and very old, but after washing for a long time, what he saw in front of him. The screen did not change.
General Li Zaidao knelt beside the bed and held his father's increasingly cold hand tightly. There was no emotion in his eyes. Then he lowered his head and pressed his hot forehead against his father's cold hand, hiding his face in the shadows. He spoke words of unknown meaning at a very fast speed, like saying goodbye or pouring out.
There was a sound of collision in the courtyard outside the door. Some people seemed to want to stop and explain something, but some people didn't want to hear any explanation. They rushed over and opened the closed door. The middle-aged general by the bed.
Li Feng, whose face was full of dust, blinked, and the youth gradually faded, only a trace of sadness and helplessness suddenly flashed between the calm and powerful eyebrows.
After a second, this look of helplessness and helplessness disappeared instantly. He took a deep breath, slowly stepped up, walked to the front of the hospital bed, then knelt down with a snap, and slammed his hard head onto the damn thing. fell down like a mountain on the floor.
For him, grandpa's departure was like the fall of the highest mountain in his heart.
"My sister-in-law will arrive in three hours."
Colonel Li Feng touched his head to the ground, trembling in pain, no one saw the uncontrollable burst of tears and snot on his face, he said with a trembling voice, "I'm back too late."
General Li Zaidao stood up slowly, carefully organized his military uniform, looked at the bed quietly, and raised his hand in a military salute.
The generals behind the glass curtain wall and the experts from the Army General Hospital slowly raised their right hands and gave the most noble military salute to the thin old man on the bed.
The death of Li Pif, the god of war, not only meant that the highest mountain in his heart suddenly collapsed for Colonel Li Feng, but many people in the federation felt the same way. The big event that happened in Philadelphia in the early morning was still under strict news control, but the official residence of the Capital District, the terrace on the back of Mochou Mountain, and the Federal Fleet on the far side of the stars had already received the news first.
President Pabble stared silently at the white snow on the green grass outside the Oval Office, and at the fat pigeons foraging in the snow. Sadness and heavy pressure appeared in his quiet eyes.
On the terrace, Mrs. Tai was holding a cup of coffee, listening to Butler Jin's report that the private plane to Philadelphia was ready, and looking at the picturesque snow-capped mountains, her face was full of sadness and longing.
She and Li Piff have known each other for many years, and she has an inseparable friendship with his family. The most important thing is that Li Piff is someone she truly respects, so probably only his departure in the entire universe can make her so undisguised to express the deepest sadness in the heart.
On the other side of the Night Scorpion Nebula, somewhere in the distant and unfamiliar Zuotian Star Region, Admiral Hong Yuliang, the top commander of the Federation Fleet, stared at himself with red eyes in the mirror. A teacher who likes to tell erotic jokes and is completely different from the hero image in the brochure.
When the teacher saw her for the first time, he mercilessly laughed at her with red eyes like a rabbit. Rabbit, white rabbit, a pair of white rabbits, yes, that's what the teacher said at the time, that's how it was at the time.
Hong Yuliang turned on the hot water switch and let the fog cover the entire lens, covering the haggard and sad face in the mirror, and the pair of red rabbit-like eyes, and then began to cry in the heat.
The south of Xilin Sunset State, the apron of the Federal Changfeng Military Base, the beginning of February of the seventy-second year of the Federal Standard Calendar, it should have been a deep winter, but after all, this is only for S1, Xu Le who wears sunglasses enjoys Facing the sunshine from the blue sky overhead, enjoying the warm smell clearly coming from the dark green military uniform, I was about to fall asleep comfortably.
The new federal space battleship designed with positive delta floating wings slid over from the tarmac, and in the somewhat deformed air lit by the strong sunlight, the clear federal flag on it could be faintly seen. The space battleship drilled through the water gate formed by six water columns in a row, and slowly came to a stop.
The grand welcome ceremony, the lively military music, the newly arranged red carpet on the gangway, the beautiful girl holding flowers, Xu Le, who suddenly woke up, squinted his eyes, looked at these pictures through his sunglasses, and thought about Xilin. After making so many preparations, even if the stranger who came to negotiate is still vigilant, he must be happier.
The door of the federal battleship opened, and a middle-aged man in a black leather coat walked out slowly, standing at the top end of the gangway, waving to the welcome crowd on the tarmac, judging by the frequency of his waving his arms and his stiff posture , he was obviously very nervous.
In fact, it wasn't just him and the delegation members behind him that were nervous. The federal soldiers and civilians on the tarmac were nervous because everyone knew the historical significance of today's meeting.
Many years ago, the Empire's silent mission like a death squad visited the Federation. After that, for many years, the humans on both sides of the Night Scorpion Nebula have never had direct contact. Until today, there are another group of brave or stupid Empire people who have not. With ammunition but with negotiated conditions, he came to the land of the Federation.
The highly insulting term "idiot" is certainly not what a conscientious young historian of mine would say.
"Stupid."
The brigade commander of the Second Rapid Response Brigade of the Xilin Military Region stood beside Xu Le and looked at the stiff imperial man above the gangway. He took off his sunglasses and mocked calmly: "I came here in a suit of leather, I'll let the HTD Bureau find it later. trouble for him."
Calmness and mockery generally cannot be used in parallel, but this young warrior brigade commander acted very naturally, because calling the imperial people stupid is a very natural, even near-truth thing for the federal soldiers, so he can be very natural. calm.
Xu Le shrugged and walked over to the gangway, without trying to dispel the atmosphere. Although he knew that this hostile atmosphere would be of no benefit to formal negotiations, he knew better that decades of blood feud, It is impossible to be pressed down by a few words of his own.
Presiding over the cooperation negotiation with the Empire's underground resistance organization is the latest task given to him by Mr. President, and it is of course the best excuse for the government's radicals to expel him from the capital star circle. After all, he was involved in the Empire from the beginning. Wire.
Xu Le, who was walking towards the ramp in the diffuse sunlight, was really calm. He had had a lot of contact with the members of the underground resistance organization who had come from far away from the empire. He knew that they were not much different from ordinary federal people. will feel troublesome.
He was just worried that there would be trouble over Philadelphia and trouble over Shi Qinghai—I wonder if Uncle would go to see the old man for the last time, whether there would be any problem with Uncle’s safety, and that Shi Gongzi began to be absent-minded again these days, and Every time he starts to get out of hand, it means that something troublesome is about to happen.
Worrying and hearing no response, Xu Le asked the old man to help him check Shi Qinghai's whereabouts, but he was extremely surprised to find that the guy didn't know what method he had used, and he had concealed the most crucial scans of the charter brilliance. .
Another trouble is that Colonel Lake.
The Department of Internal Affairs of the Ministry of National Defense arrested this person. Tian Dabangzi made it clear that he would not die very happily. Now that the election is imminent, everything must start from stability. This person is temporarily detained in a secret military prison, but the problem is, he... did not commit suicide.
Killing oneself is always a simple matter, especially for a well-trained special soldier like Colonel Lake, so he did not commit suicide, which meant a very difficult thing for Xu Le.
They are very confident, why are they confident
"Colonel Xu Le, it seems that you are not very happy to see your old friend." On the red carpet below the gangway, a middle-aged imperial man in a black leather jacket looked at Xu Le in front of him, and waved his arms exaggeratedly to complain, "Is it true? When you return to the Federation, forget about us murderers and arsonists?"
The government interpreter standing in the middle of the crowd was very nervous after hearing these words. He didn't know what words to use. It could accurately express the warlike friendship of the imperial revolutionary friends without letting Colonel Xu Le hear the swear words.
Xu Le stopped the translation efforts, took off his sunglasses, smiled and hugged the other side, and said, "Mune, welcome to my hometown."