Five off-road vehicles left the Capital Garrison Corps Headquarters.
Pu Xingguo sat in the car, looking at the familiar scenery around him, appearing very quiet and indifferent.
He hadn't left his office since his father passed away. It was only less than two days, but he felt like a century had passed.
Long and agonizing.
The five vehicles were heading towards Hanoi city at first, but after less than five kilometers, they went further and further away and finally came to a wilderness area with beautiful scenery and a wide view.
"Let me make a phone call."
Pu Xingguo took out his cell phone, pushed the door and got out of the car.
Everyone followed him out of the car and stood around him, but did not stop him from contacting the outside world.
Pu Xingguo stood on the side of the road and dialed the phone number at home with a steady hand.
"Hello, Xingguo...!" My mother's voice rang through the phone. She asked in a thick Vietnamese accent, "Where... are you?"
Pu Xingguo's mother is the third wife of Governor Pu Yuan. She is almost eighty years old this year and is the longest-lived among Pu Yuan's wives.
She gave birth to four children for Pu Yuan, three daughters and one son. She never fought for anything in her life and just lived a dutiful life as the governor's wife.
After Pu Yuan entered old age, the young and capable Pu Xingguo was gradually valued and gained a certain prestige in the army. He eventually became the commander of the garrison corps, equivalent to the head of the Imperial Guard, and concurrently served as the deputy commander of the general headquarters.
He is the person with the most power among Pu Yuan's direct descendants, except Pu Xingbang.
"I'm on my way back to the city, Mom!" Pu Xingguo replied with his head down.
"I... I tried my best...!" The old lady was not confused, and said clearly: "At the beginning... when you wanted to be the commander, I advised you... Alas, it's too late to say anything."
"I don't regret it either. If it wasn't me, it would be someone else." Pu Xingguo replied calmly, "It's all the same."
“…!”
After the words were spoken, the mother and son fell silent.
"You...you take care of your health. In the next life...I will still be your son." Pu Xingguo, the commander of the garrison corps, lowered his head and wiped the corners of his eyes at this moment. He looked very lonely and vulnerable.
“…!” The mother did not respond. She did not know how to comfort her son at this moment.
"That's it." Pu Xingguo took the phone away with trembling hands and pressed the hang-up button.
Beside the winding road, the second crop of crops had already turned yellow. Pu Xingguo stood in the scorching sun, turned his head and looked towards Hanoi, and said softly: "Father, I won't kowtow to you. I don't want to dirty the military uniform you put on me. I will bow to you!"
After saying that, Pu Xingguo bowed three times, then turned around and walked to the colonel and said, "Gun!"
The colonel reached out and handed his pistol to the other party.
"If I die, will the world really be in balance?" Pu Xingguo asked.
"I don't know." The colonel thought for a moment and replied, "Let's look at the present. There is nothing wrong with what the governor is doing at this moment."
Pu Xingguo put the gun to his temple and slowly closed his eyes: "I committed suicide. He doesn't need to bear the infamy of killing his own brother!!! Long live the Pu Army! Long live my hometown!"
"Bang!"
With a gunshot, Pu Xingguo fell beside the yellow crops. He was never able to return to the city to see his father for the last time. He was forced to death, unable to resist, and without any channels to speak out.
"salute!"
The colonel stood at attention and shouted while looking at Pu Xingguo's body.
The surrounding soldiers turned around and saluted, then covered Pu Xingguo with a white cloth.
…
Five minutes later.
On the second floor of the parliament building, Pu Xingbang sat on a wide wooden chair with his hands folded and his eyes calm.
“… Report to the Governor, Pu Xingguo has committed suicide out of fear of punishment!” The Chief of Staff of the General Headquarters walked in, saluted and shouted.
"An announcement will be issued tomorrow with the details." Pu Xingbang replied without any change in expression.
"yes!"
"I will meet the people waiting outside the conference room in half an hour." Pu Xingbang said lightly.
"yes!"
…
Half an hour later.
In the small meeting room of the parliament building, more than a dozen generals surnamed Pu walked into the meeting room. The leader, a man in his fifties, pointed at Pu Xingbang and cursed in his hometown dialect: "Are you worthy of being the head of the Pu faction?! Damn it! Don't you just want to kill us all?! You killed brothers thirty years ago, and you are still killing brothers thirty years later! How could the Pu faction produce a scum like you! I'm not afraid of you, but I want to die too, so just kill me too!"
The one who was cursing was the legitimate son of Pu Yuan's fifth house and the younger brother of Pu Xingbang. He had a very good relationship with Pu Xingbang since childhood. At this moment, when he heard the news that his elder brother committed suicide, his mentality completely collapsed.
The others didn't dare to curse, but their eyes were filled with numbness when they looked at Pu Xingbang, which in itself represented a certain emotion.
"Kill me too! If I beg for mercy from you, I am not Pu Yuan's son! You bastard... You can't surrender, you can't kowtow, you can't give up your power? He is your brother! Why do you have to kill him?" The man sat on the ground crying and cursing vigorously.
Pu Xingbang looked at everyone quietly. When they were tired of scolding him and stopped talking, he said in a hoarse voice, "From today on, all of you, and the forces and families you represent... are not allowed to participate in politics! Go live in an apartment in Yangon!"
"Pu Xingbang, you will die a horrible death!"
"I will definitely die, maybe in three years, maybe in ten years." Pu Xingbang stood up with a hunched body at this moment, and said lightly as he walked out: "... Who asked him to choose me? The governor is the governor... not a brother!"
Pu Xingbang left, and sounds of crying were heard from inside the house.
Is this cut cruel
It was very cruel and accurate. With one stroke, the largest tumor in the old triangle was cut off. But can this completely solve the problem
No, how can the branches of a big tree that has grown for decades be completely trimmed in a day or a night
Pu Xingbang didn’t know how long he would live, so he could only take one step at a time.
Pu Xingbang returned to the office, looking out the window with his hands behind his back, and said in a sonorous voice: "Post a message, hold a funeral! Let the General Staff Department contact Xiang Jingyang personally. I want to personally invite him to the Old Triangle for joint military exercises!"
"yes!"
"You all go out." Pu Xingbang waved his hand.
…
That evening.
All official media in the Chinese region began to intensify their coverage of the news of the funeral of the old Triangle Governor.
At the same time, the news mentioned that Qin Ziyi, the mayor of Nanhu City in the Hua District, will visit the Old Triangle tomorrow to pay tribute to Pu Yuan.
In addition, Gu Yan, who once served as the deputy commander-in-chief of the Renmin Army in Huaqu, will also fly to the Old Triangle with his wife to pay his respects.
Early the next morning, the First Army of the Northwest Theater of the China Region set out and quickly entered the Hanoi control area, preparing to hold joint military exercises with the troops there.
…
In the morning, Fan Mingming sat at home in a daze for a long time, and suddenly asked her eldest brother: "They shouldn't find out that it was us who did it, right?"
"…!" The eldest brother looked at her and asked with a red face: "Where is your brother Ruan?"