There was dead silence in the conference room.
Dongfang Pei, the commander of the First Regiment of the Iron Seventh Division, stood in front of Du Shaoqing. Just like many years ago, he held his head high, straightened his back, straightened his neck, put his legs together, and looked at Du Shaoqing at eye level. His military posture was absolutely perfect, and his bearing was absolutely awe-inspiring. He regarded his commander as an absolute role model, so he would never make the slightest mistake in these aspects. But at this moment, his temples were a little wet, and sweat gradually seeped out from the roots of his hair, making his neat hair look a little messy.
Du Shaoqing put his hands behind his back. He gripped the black lambskin gloves tightly, and the wounds that had just healed started to bleed again. Looking at the loyal subordinate in front of him who had followed him for many years, he didn't speak. There was no anger on his face, only a strange calmness. His cold eyes fell on Dongfang Pei, as if he was carefully observing a stranger.
Dongfang Pei's temples started to sweat even more.
Looking at this familiar yet also unfamiliar military officer in front of him, Du Shaoqing thought about his trust in him, his education, and his trust in Ximen Jin … He slightly raised his already weathered face, looking at the military flag on the wall in front of the meeting room. His brows trembled slightly, but he still didn't say anything. However, that tall and straight figure that was like a white poplar tree, in everyone's eyes, seemed to suddenly become a bit desolate and tired.
Sweat instantly soaked the back of Dongfang Pei's military uniform, making him feel uncomfortable like sticky rice milk. What made him feel even more uncomfortable was the disappointment that his commander showed at this moment and the strong sense of guilt that suddenly surged in his heart.
His right hand subconsciously reached to his waist as if he was possessed, and he took out a cold pistol.
"What are you doing!"
"Regiment Commander Dongfang, put the gun down!"
The generals in the conference room stood up angrily and anxiously, looking at the pistol in his hand that had a metallic luster of death, and shouted loudly. At the long table, only four people saw Dongfang Pei's action and didn't react at all. Commander Yi Changtian, Commander Yu Chenghai, and Xu Le still sat silently. Du Shaoqing stood with his hands behind his back, and there was no trace of expression on his face.
"Death won't solve the problem. This matter won't end just like that."
Xu Le looked at Dongfang Pei's trembling right hand that was holding the pistol and said, "I didn't recover the original records, and the military court won't sentence you to death, but you need to explain why you deleted important data. If you really care about the honor of a soldier, then at the very least, before you commit suicide out of cowardice, you should clearly tell us who in the Bureau of Proclamation actually deleted the data. "
Although the generals in the conference room were all important figures in the Federal military, this matter involved the Bureau of Proclamation. They did not know how to continue the investigation. Even if the Department of Defense were to personally intervene, it would be extremely troublesome.
Until they heard Xu Le's calm but fierce words, they remembered the strange activation of the Charter Network on the 3320 and the conflict with the Bureau of Proclamation on the warship. They understood that Xu Le had the determination and ability to get to the bottom of this matter.
"I don't understand what you're talking about."
Regiment Commander Dongfang Pei glanced at Xu Le. His eyes were filled with pride, indifference, and resentment. He did not care about anyone other than his division commander. He turned his wrist, put the muzzle of the gun into his mouth, and pressed the trigger with his finger.
At this moment, there was only one person in the entire universe who could stop Dongfang Pei.
"I won't allow you to die." Du Shaoqing withdrew his gaze, looked at him and said, "You're not allowed to die before this matter is investigated thoroughly."
Hearing his division commander's order, the veins on Dongfang Pei's neck bulged. Sweat flowed down his well-defined jaw like a rainstorm. After some kind of mental struggle, he finally took the gun out of his mouth while breathing heavily.
The military police came forward to disarm him, took him out of the conference room, and locked him up.
Du Shaoqing turned to Xu Le. After a long silence, he said with difficulty, "Sorry, I will give you an explanation for this matter."
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"The crime of tampering with important data is not enough to execute him. Unless we investigate this matter to the Bureau of Proclamation and find out what happened. To be honest, until now, I still don't understand why the Iron Seventh Division would do this if someone really wanted to wipe out my influence in the Federation. "
Xu Le had a cigarette in his mouth. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the undeveloped meadow below the base, as well as the scattered flocks of sheep on it. He said, "Maybe Dongfang Pei really didn't know that someone had erased the original data. I think what he said before he wanted to commit suicide was quite true. The problem is that I now doubt whether Du Shaoqing was involved in this matter. "
"The Seventh Division used to do undercover work for the government and saw a lot of ugly and dark sides. But if you say that Du Shaoqing was involved in this matter, I don't believe it."
A short-haired Federation soldier sat next to him. There was a half-lit 37 brand cigarette between his index and middle fingers. There were no epaulets on his military uniform, and his feet were tightly pressed together in military boots. He was as quiet and gentle as a young girl.
"Of course, Teacher Du Shaoqing is very capable, but that doesn't mean that he is scheming. The most important point is that he is a very proud person. In fact, he is too proud. He is so proud that he won't allow the slightest stain on his military uniform. "
"Anyway, the case will continue to be investigated. Du Shaoqing kicked Dongfang Pei into our division's NTR team. He will stay there until the investigation is completed, "Xu Le glanced at him and asked," I mainly want to see if you are satisfied with this explanation. "
"Dongfang Pei must be living a life worse than death in NTR. What am I not satisfied with? The key is still with the Bureau of Proclamation. Someone has to be responsible for the wrongful death of Xie Wen and the others. "
Xu Le looked at him with the cigarette in his mouth. In the end, he couldn't hold back the question in his heart. He hesitantly reached out his hand and rubbed his short hair. He asked curiously, "Old Bai, why did you shave such an ugly head?"
Bai Yulan gently took his hand down and explained softly, "It's not ugly. That's because you're not used to it."
"I want to see more and see if a flower can really grow on your face." Xu Le shrugged and kicked the wet soil under his feet with his military boots. He sighed and said, "It's a pity that you have to leave soon. I really can't do anything about this matter. But wait for a while. I'll use my connections in the department to call you back."
Dongfang Pei was thrown into NTR as compensation for the mistakes he had made. The investigation was still ongoing. If he had committed a crime, he would definitely have to pay a higher price. However, Bai Yulan tore off Dongfang Pei's ear in public. Although he wouldn't be shot to death now, and even the confinement was only a symbolic two days, in order to maintain the most important military discipline and order in the army, he couldn't continue to stay in the military camp.
"I'm not coming back."
Bai Yulan said something that shocked Xu Le.
"When I joined the army, the hair down there wasn't fully grown yet. Don't laugh. This is the truth."
He lowered his head and took a deep puff of the cigarette. He said with a hint of self-mockery, "At that time, the old 17th Division hadn't been completely disbanded yet. How early do you think it was? From the 17th Division to the 8384 Division in Harbor City, and then to the Nutshell White Water as a mercenary. There were seven groups. Finally, I joined the new 17th Division … I've taken a big detour in my life, but I'm always in the army. "
"Training, fighting, killing, killing, fighting, training …" Bai Yulan raised her head and looked at him. She blinked and said, "The military camp is my home. I'll miss it when I leave, but I've been here for too long. I'm really sick of it."
Bai Yulan rubbed her middle finger and flicked one side of her mouth. She looked with satisfaction at the cigarette butt that fell into the grass more than ten meters away. She continued, "A year ago, when I thought you were dead, I had already submitted a retirement report. However, it wasn't approved. Also, I don't trust the guys in seven groups, especially the new ones. That's why I followed them to the Empire to keep an eye on them."
Xu Le was silent. He was thinking hard about how to make her change her mind.
"How did you spend the past year in the Empire?" Bai Yulan asked.
Xu Le didn't mention many details about his year in the Empire. Even when facing the Internal Affairs Department and the Bureau of Proclamation, he didn't mention them. However, Bai Yulan was the one who asked this question.
After escaping from Dong Lin, Xu Le had always been vigilant about many things and people. After a few years, the people he trusted the most in the Federation were still Shi Qinghai, Zou Yu, Bai Yulan, and a few others.
"The biggest gain in the Empire this year was paralysis, a watch … and a mother and son."
"When these three words are put together, and 'gain' at that, it sounds evil."
"That's because your thoughts are too evil."
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"I've been to the Empire more than once." Bai Yulan's gaze extended from the grass in front of her to the intersection of green and yellow. She frowned and said, "When I was a mercenary in Whitewater, what didn't I do? Therefore, everything here is nothing new to me. "
"What the hell does this have to do with being new?" Xu Le thought about how he was about to leave the army and refused to accept his help. He said angrily, "You don't trust those bastards, but do you think you can leave the army now?"
"This is a war between large armies. What can individuals like us do?" Bai Yulan took the cigarette butt from his mouth and lit another one. She lowered her head and breathed out the smoke. She smiled and said, "And … I'm married."
Xu Le was shocked speechless by this news. After a long silence, he patted his shoulder and said, "Where's the girl from? Is she pretty? "
"She's definitely not as pretty as Jian Shui'er." Bai Yulan smiled and replied, "You should have seen her before. She's an extremely fierce nurse from the Army general hospital. Last time, she even scolded you for smoking in the ward."
"That's good. Go back. I'll stay and watch over these bastards," Xu Le said seriously.
Bai Yulan shook her head and said, "You can't watch them. The Federation must be preparing for the press conference when you go back."
Xu Le was silent. He didn't want to talk about this troublesome topic. Suddenly, he thought of something. He frowned and said jokingly, "Da Xiong said that you haven't smoked in the past year because of my death. Isn't that too unmanly?"
"Bullsh * t." Bai Yulan lay back on the meadow and looked at the blue sky with a cigarette in her mouth. She said, "I quit smoking because I want to have children."
"Henpecked? It seems that you're really not a man. "
The blue sky, the yellow grass, the cloud-like flocks of sheep, and the wisps of 37 brand cigarette smoke. From time to time, two people's mocking and calm voices could be heard.
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(First of all, I apologize for writing Dongfang Pei as Dongfang Yu in the first few chapters. Probably because I was always thinking about Ximen Jin. I'm sorry. In addition, I saw some words on the Internet and felt extremely depressed. I wrote three thousand words in one night.
Although writers, especially writers at Qidian, seem to never have the right to talk about things based on their mood, in fact, writing is a slightly different kind of work. Moreover, I've never been the kind of strong person who won't be affected by wind.
I only like praise and don't care about criticism. However, sarcastic remarks can always make my oily hair stand up and my eyes slightly narrowed … I don't have the time and energy to return to the age when I was debating on the Internet. Therefore, I faintly said in my own home, "F * ck you."
But to be honest, I don't know why, but as I write about the conversation between Xu Le and Xiao Bai, I feel happy.
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