The residence of the governor of Qixia Prefecture.
The Governor's wife was leaning on the sofa, looking at the picture on the TV light screen like a wooden man. She was usually graceful, but at this time, she looked very haggard, and the delicate makeup on her face had long been washed into a mess of color by silent tears. .
Her gaze shifted from the resolute face of the young soldier to the wheelchair and two empty trousers. Her heart seemed to be stabbed by a red-hot sharp knife.
On the terrace of the mansion where the cold wind was blowing, the governor of Qixia Prefecture looked ashen and dialed the number of the federal presidential mansion.
After being connected, he said in a cold voice: "Director Brin, I think Mr. President and you should be very clear about how much support I and the voters of Qixia Prefecture have given him over the years, and you have promised to give him an appropriate return. So I want to ask you now, what exactly is this so-called return?"
"Could it be to make my most beloved son crippled!"
Mr. Governor roared angrily, then hung up the phone forcefully, looked back at the TV light curtain in the living room, and looked at his son in a wheelchair.
Capital Territory, in front of the George Carlin Arts Centre.
In the environment of lead clouds and cold winds, there was silence. The boundless and terrifying silence was like the ocean. The assembly scene of tens of thousands of people was silent. Only one voice could be heard, the voice of Leonardo da Vinci.
"That's the story I, a former Union officer, now insurgent, want to tell this shitty Union."
"This story is a conspiracy, a murder, and a betrayal."
"My comrades and I don't accept this betrayal, so I came here risking arrest or even assassination by the government while they..."
Da Vinci in the wheelchair had a solemn expression, raised the marching rucksack full of the identity cards of the dead comrades in his right hand, and stretched out his left hand to aim at the high and gray sky.
Snowflakes began to fall again, and the most crystal-clear one fell on his fingertips.
"For the glory of the sky, for the dead and the living, they went to another place, to do what they should do, to take back the glory that should have belonged to them."
Tens of thousands of members of the Silent March, silently looking at the lonely wheelchair on the stage, at the disabled officer, and after listening to the sad story, everyone in front of the art center felt the pain and cold that went deep into their bones. So some people folded their fists and hugged them in their arms as if to give him more warmth, and some people covered their faces to avoid seeing his pain.
The endless dead silence like a winter ocean was broken by sporadic applause, and then quickly turned into a summer ocean of applause and shouts. The public looked at the young officer in the wheelchair, waving his arms, and shedding tears to express comfort.
To the east of the assembly site is the temporary headquarters of the Silent March. Hundreds of Black Hawk armed bodyguards are scattered around. Tai Zhiyuan looked at the sea of people that had begun to boil, and slowly asked, "Where is Xu Le?"
Zou Yu stood beside him, not surprised that he knew the news of Xu Le's return to the Federation, but she did not intend to answer this question.
Tai Zhiyuan smiled mockingly, then asked, "What are he doing with the seven groups?"
Zou Yu pointed to Da Vinci on the stage in the distance, and replied calmly: "He has answered this question just now, they are doing what they should do."
Tai Zhiyuan looked at her profile, and noticed that she was dressed very beautifully and charmingly today. It was rare that there was no black hair with red flowers. It looked rough, but it was very delicately rolled on the temples into a flower shape, and her delicate eyebrows were painted. The thick ink is straight and pretty, especially her lips are dyed exceptionally bright red, the more redder she goes to the middle, like sweet candy begging for a kiss, and like a stubborn red fruit that refuses to fall from the branches.
"Changed your style? It's beautiful, and it fits your stern personality."
Zou Yu smiled and replied, "From childhood to adulthood, you rarely compliment my appearance, but it's not enough for me to say more."
Tai Zhiyuan smiled.
At this time, Zou Yu received a call, the content of the call made the frowning eyebrows gradually loosen, and the smile gradually filled in the eyes looking at the snowflakes outside the window.
She looked at Tai Zhiyuan with a smile and said, "There are many differences between men and women. For example, when a major event comes, you will be calm, and I will deliberately dress more beautifully, just like when I got married."
Tai Zhiyuan didn't ask, but he knew that there was the following.
"The future safety of Bob and Wood is up to you."
Zou Yu began to wear black lambskin gloves and said, "Whether you are happy to take over, or worried about the military's position, we will hand them over to you."
Tai Zhiyuan coughed lightly and replied with a smile, "It really is the answer. Since you are so insistent, I have no reason not to continue."
Zou Yu walked to the door, suddenly looked back at him and said seriously, "You should be very clear that this guy is cooperating with you by doing these things."
"I will never admit it." Tai Zhiyuan's smile gradually faded, he picked up the white silk and wiped the corners of his lips lightly, and said, "This is a favor I owe you."
"Why don't you owe him favor?" Zou Yu asked.
Tai Zhiyuan replied calmly: "Because the future federal president can never owe the future emperor a favor."
Zou Yu didn't say anything else and walked out the door. The city was filled with cold air, and more and more neat and loud slogans came from behind. She tightened her collar, pursed her red lips, and drifted away in the snow.
When the Spring City Security District arrived at the sanatorium, the battle was over. The dilapidated buildings and the rogue riverbank proved how fierce the previous firepower was. However, there was no one in the Meishan Mountain across the river, except for the broken plum blossoms everywhere. Hot bullet casings, nothing to be found.
Things come like a spring breeze, and things go like clear water without waves. From the beginning of its establishment, the seven groups of nutshells with shadow colors have always inherited this style.
Somewhere in the airspace on the 32nd line of south latitude, an old-fashioned military transport plane was flying over the clouds, with a somewhat cumbersome fuselage, like a gray goose that had eaten its dinner, contented but slow.
"So many resources can be used in this situation. The old Zou family is really strong in the final assembly system. Speaking of which, you were already engaged to Miss Zou's family back then, why did you get together with Miss Jian Shui'er later?"
"I said Jiang Jin, are you following the unspoken rules of the literary and art circles after opening a movie theater, or why would you be as curious as a paparazzi?"
In the dull air transport cabin, there was a loud laugh, and the calm team members smiled while sorting out their equipment.
All the members of the seven groups were on this old-fashioned military transport plane. They had just finished a fierce battle and completed an extremely difficult task, but no one was injured. It was an extremely perfect result.
It's just that as a former federal soldier, the enemy this time is no longer the Imperials, nor the Bermuda smugglers, but the genuine federal troops. The people who fell under the guns are all compatriots, but it is very strange that the team members in the transport plane. Emotions do not seem to be affected in any way, there is no psychological burden.
The likes and dislikes of the seven groups of men are very straightforward.
They used to love this federation so much, so they were willing to throw their heads and blood to charge in front of them and retreat in the back, without fear of sacrificing, talking, laughing and killing the enemy.
However, it seems that the federation does not love them very much now, and even wishes them to die. In fact, too many comrades-in-arms and brothers have died tragically because of this, so in their eyes... the current federation is shit.
Yes, the federal here means the federal government, so get rid of it.
"Be very careful when staring in the southern suburbs."
After Xu Le finished the oil cleaning, he handed the heavy Darling cannon to the big bear, and said to the team members: "The Seventh Tie Division is not an amateur with small eyes."
From the evaluation of amateurs, you can probably see the contempt of the seven groups headed by Xu Le towards the small-eyed special forces.
The special operations unit, which is affiliated to the Joint Investigation Department and is composed of experts from the Philadelphia Slim Gym, seems to be very strong and unusual.
However, in the eyes of a professional soldier like Du Shaoqing or the seventh group, this kind of team with extremely strong individual soldier quality but extremely lag in tactical awareness is really vulnerable, because they can't be regarded as a collective at all.
Which is the strongest group on the battlefield
The strongest unit at that time was the 17th Armored Division that swept the universe by the federal military god Li Pif. It used to be the Tie 7th Division under the command of Du Shaoqing, and now it is the Imperial Royal Mecha Brigade under the leadership of Huai Caoshi.
If the number of the strongest troops is narrowed down a little, then the names of the seven groups will definitely be written on the military textbooks in the future.
After finishing the deployment of the follow-up tasks, Xu Le grabbed the bulkhead of the transport plane to weave the net, moved to the front, crouched beside Magnolia, and said in a low voice, "There is a very troublesome thing that needs to be done by you."
"What's the matter?" Magnolia's answer was still so soft and delicate.
"Help me stare at Li Zaidao." Xu Le said: "He has a hole card in his hand that has not been opened. I'm going to stare at Du Shaoqing, so I can only let you stare at him."
"Okay." Magnolia replied simply.
"Pay attention to safety." Xu Le said: "I'm not sure if the Charter Computer will always be in its current state, if there is a situation, it will be withdrawn immediately."
"Okay." Magnolia still only said one word.
Xu Le took out a cigarette case from his jacket pocket and asked, "Failed?"
"Yeah." Magnolia hesitated for a moment, then explained one more sentence: "When she was pregnant, I really didn't smoke a cigarette."
"Are your wife and kids okay?"
"Very good." A happy smile appeared on Bai Yulan's face.
"Will there be trouble?"
"Won't."
Xu Le suddenly noticed that there was a pair of eyes looking at him on the opposite side, he couldn't help but smile awkwardly, pulled out a cigarette and handed it over, and said, "Mr. editor-in-chief has been in prison for a long time? It's inhumane to not allow smoking."
Editor-in-chief Bob was not polite. After taking the cigarette, he did not light it immediately. He still looked at him silently for a long time with a very complicated expression on his face. Finally, he sighed softly and said with regret: "Colonel Xu Le, like you Such a person, able to lead such a collective... Why do you have to be an imperial?"