Secretary Shen's eyes imperceptibly glanced at the piece of top-grade agarwood that was half burnt yellow. Then, he glanced at the furnishings in the villa that were filled with a mixture of history and power. For some reason, he sensed a trace of stale aura. He had already confirmed it, but today, he particularly clearly felt that Mochou, Parliament Hill, those thousand-year-old families, politicians, and tycoons had formed a stale circle that floated in the clouds in the capital ring.
Just like the lady in front of him, who had a noble status but was willing to do some housework from time to time, her or their social status would always stand above the ordinary people. They could work hard to fight for the everlasting existence of the Federation, but the goal of their struggle would always be to let their family gain more benefits through the existence of the Federation.
This was a natural attribute, a family's instinct. They maintained the existence of the Federation to protect their family's interests, and President Pabre and the Department of Defense had violated this fundamental interest by transferring those young masters to the West Woods. If they could not even protect the lives of their children, then what were the big shots in the upper class of the Federation fighting for?
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After the call from the CEO of Nutshell, Xu Le, who was in the military camp in the West Woods, received a lot of phone calls and video mails. But just as Lady Tai had predicted, the stubborn Xu Le did not even flinch in the face of the secret pressure from the capital ring. He did not reply to those emails and hung up on many of the calls that were filled with roaring voices.
The action of the big shots in the capital ring to save their precious son pierced through the two iron plates of the Federation government and the Department of Defense and directly arrived in front of the Seventh Combat Group, but they were all blocked by Xu Le, who was a hard rock.
Whether it was threats, temptations, anger, or resentment, the big shots in the upper class were all displayed in front of him, but they were all useless. However, when he found out that the emails and phone calls that were pleading for him included Secretary Jiao and Mrs. Zhong, two acquaintances, he could not help but feel a little gloomy.
Secretary Jiao was Secretary Zou Yingxing's most trusted confidential secretary, while Mrs. Zhong was the mistress of the West Woods Region. Both of them had a close relationship with Xu Le. In the wee hours of the morning, Xu Le even received an email from the office of the president's official residence. The sender was actually Mr. Breen, the director of the office.
He looked at the soldiers who were undergoing cruel training on the field and couldn't help but be shocked by the influence of these guys' fathers.
Fortunately, the three people who really had influence over Xu Le were very clear about his temperament. They just mentioned a few people's names in the email and tried to sound him out like Mr. CEO, to see if it was possible for him to apply for sick leave. When they received Xu Le's direct rejection, they never tried again.
Secretary Jiao was the Minister of Defense's trusted aide, and Madam Zhong and Director Breen were even more so big shots who could cause storms with just a wave of their hand. However, they still had to live in this society and that circle of the Federation after all. Just like the proud and noble Madam Zhong, they also had to consider the upcoming budget meeting of the Parliament in spring and how much resource aid quota the West Forest Region could receive …
In the underworld, under the stars, there were always many things that one had to do. Xu Le understood this very well, so after he closed the email system, he only had a few traces of a heavy and bitter smile on his face. He did not have too much resentment.
He should have been resentful because this was President Pabre and the Department of Defense's plan. He was just the knife, but now the president's official residence and the Department of Defense had shamelessly thrown him out to fend off the angry means of the big shots to get him back. Secretary Jiao and Breen even turned around and fired a shot.
When he returned to the capital ring in the future, how many big shots would he have to bear the anger of when he returned? The reason why he was still calm and firm and had no resentment was probably because from the beginning, he did not care about the pressure from the capital ring and the possible revenge in the future.
He confirmed that the president's idea was correct, and that was enough. He himself did not have the desire to enter the so-called upper circle. Moreover, life and death on the battlefield were rare and common, and no one knew if they could come back alive. If that was the case, what was there to be afraid of?
Looking at the moonlight and the stars on the field outside the window that were getting fainter and fainter, and looking at the willow white that was about to tear the horizon apart, Xu Le felt a little relieved that he did not receive the interceding email from the president of Ewha University. Although he was not very familiar with the old president, the campus where Ewha University was in full bloom was the place where he made his debut, and it was difficult to tear apart their relationship. If the old president was really worried about the life and death of his symbol through the phone, how should he deal with it?
The darkness before dawn had dispersed. He looked at the old soldiers who had collapsed on the field, and the members of Group Seven who were equally exhausted and the non-stop medical equipment around them. For some reason, he thought of the lecture he had given a few days ago.
"I am your highest officer, Xu Le."
Three years ago, he had stood beside the iron gate of Ewha University and said in a calm and confident manner, "I am the gatekeeper."
Thinking of his life as a gatekeeper in Ewha University, Xu Le could not help but feel as if a lifetime had passed. Now, his identity and status had undergone a great change, but fortunately, his temperament seemed to be the same as before.
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That night, more than 120 soldiers of Group Seven gathered in the auditorium for a group meal before heading to the frontlines. Before the meal, there were no high-ranking officers to provoke the hot-blooded and loud lectures, nor were there any female celebrities with bare thighs to boost morale. There was only silence. The soldiers, whose bodies were exhausted and in extreme pain, and the bodybuilders, whose skin was cracked under the scorching sun, sat at the dining table and each had their own thoughts. A feeling of despair and sorrow broke away from these thoughts and enveloped the entire auditorium.
After nine and a half days of hellish training, these soldiers had tasted for the first time what it meant to be better off dead. If it were not for the hope that their parents in the capital ring could save them at the last moment, they would not have been able to last so long under the whips of Group Seven. In fact, even Bai Yulan and Xiong Linquan, who were in charge of training, were extremely tired and sleepy. They sat silently at the table without saying a word.
After the high-energy meal was hastily finished, the soldiers sat with numb expressions. There was no problem with their military posture, but their eyes were filled with the desire to die. Going to Planet 163 for the Bureau of Proclamation's secret mission, everyone knew that it was a path with a slim chance of survival. What made them despair was that they would board the battleship tomorrow morning, but their parents still seemed to have not found a way to save them.
Xu Le walked up to the rostrum and put on the sunglasses carefully. When he lowered his head and was about to say something into the communicator, the phone at his waist rang.
"Ah Yuan?" He was a little surprised to receive a call from the other party. His fingers that were holding the phone froze slightly. He looked at it silently for a long time before he picked up the call.
The two words' Ah Yuan 'clearly came out from the communicator. The old soldiers who were full of death did not react at all. Only Xi Peng, who had been nervously clenching his fists, suddenly had his eyes lit up.
Like a person who was about to fall off a cliff, he suddenly stood up and looked at the rostrum with ecstasy.
Xu Le held the phone and listened silently for a few seconds. Then, he raised his head and looked at Xi Peng. Xi Peng could not believe it. He stretched out his finger and simply hung up the phone.
Xi Peng's body tensed up. He could not believe what was happening in front of him. He was instantly overwhelmed by despair. He pushed away the table and rushed to the rostrum. He screamed crazily, "Prince! I'm Xi Peng! Save me! "
Xu Le's thick eyebrows that were exposed outside the sunglasses slightly frowned. Bai Yulan stood up. When Xi Peng rushed past him, he kicked the outer edge of his thigh heavily. This young master of the speaker's family was kicked to the ground. He could not get up for a while.
"In the past ten days, many people have called me and the Ministry of Defense."
Xu Le stood on the rostrum and raised the military encrypted phone in his hand. He did not want to look at Xi Peng who was rolling on the ground in pain. He looked at the people below the stage and said, "These calls are from your parents and many important people in the capital ring."
The originally extremely quiet auditorium immediately became even quieter. It was just that the silence of these soldiers before was filled with grief, indignation, and despair. Now, the silence was more of hope and surprise. Only now did they know that their parents had found out what had happened to them.
"You are very impressive. That is because you have very impressive parents." Xu Le looked at them and lowered his head slightly to look at the phone in his hand that kept vibrating non-stop. He said, "Countless important people have tried to save you. Even the Ministry of Defense could not withstand this pressure and allowed this pressure to reach Group 7 directly."
Tai Zhiyuan's name was displayed on the black military phone. It kept ringing silently and with great pressure. Xu Le slowly put his hands behind his back and did not look at it again. Naturally, he would not pick up the call.
The old soldiers who had endured ten days of inhumane torture didn't know why Xi Peng had gone crazy. They stared at the stage with countless pairs of bright and pleasantly surprised eyes. In their opinion, as long as their parents stepped forward, what couldn't they do in the Federation?
However, what they heard next made everyone's mood fall from the warm grasslands to the glaciers of the extreme north. It was so cold after all hope was extinguished.
Xu Le raised his head and looked at these new subordinates below the stage. After pausing for a moment, he smiled and said, "Let me tell you guys a piece of good news …
"The operation in the capital ring to save you guys from the Federation has failed."
The entire auditorium was in an uproar. The old soldiers' emotions of fear, grief, and indignation seemed to have materialized and were about to burst through the roof of the auditorium. However, after being tortured for ten days, they had already developed a deep fear of the members of Group 7. No one dared to stand up and make trouble.
The phone kept vibrating non-stop. Xu Le's hands behind his back were clenched tightly. He looked at the people below the stage and carefully savored the slight improvement of these soldiers. His confidence increased slightly.
After another moment of silence, he said in an extremely sincere tone, "You guys will have a rare opportunity to experience a different part of your life. As members of Group 7 of the Shell Motor Company's Whitewater Battle Group, you guys … no, us, will follow the main forces of the Federation with glory and devote yourselves to the great cause of resisting the invasion of the Empire. "
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