Snowflakes continued to fall from the Lunar Eclipse signboard. Wearing a thick black windbreaker, Chief Editor Bob and reporter Wood rushed out of the door against the wind and snow. Under the astonished gazes of their colleagues, they got into the dark green military vehicle.
The military vehicle headed to the military airport in the southern suburbs of the capital.
In the car, Wood glanced at the thin cigarette in Bob's mouth and felt the confusion and shock in the other's heart. He shrugged and asked, "Have you seen the Military God before?"
"Many years ago, at the funeral of the old president, I saw him from afar." Chief Editor Bob looked at the rapidly passing snowflakes outside the car window. He frowned deeply and took a deep puff of the cigarette. Suddenly, he realized that because he was in a hurry, he took the wrong pack of women's mints.
He cursed under his breath and snapped the thin cigarette between his fingers. Subconsciously, he twisted the cigarette into shreds that danced in the air.
"You are very nervous."
Wood rubbed his sore knees, stared at the shreds of tobacco falling between the Chief Editor's fingers, and said in disbelief, "I never thought that the most famous calm and even cold Chief Editor of the Federation would be nervous before an interview. You have interviewed three presidents before and after. Why do you care about this? "
"The president is often interviewed, but the General has not been interviewed since he returned to Philadelphia."
Chief Editor Bob waved his fingers and retorted. After a pause, he laughed self-deprecatingly and continued, "Well, this is all fake. I am just nervous."
"When I was in the journalism department of Capital University, I interviewed the then Minister of Defense, but what is this? I still remember that year, the Capital Student Union and the Veterans Association jointly held a demonstration. In the end, there was an idiot from the S2 oil mixture laboratory who burned the General's portrait. "
"Oh, at that time, the General was not the General, but a teacher. Just like Xu Le now, he was a war hero and idol that the Federation focused on cultivating."
"That idiot was angrily beaten into a pig's head by our students and the veteran in the wheelchair."
Editor-in-chief Bob laughed out loud. He didn't care about the shaking of the high-speed vehicle at all. With a trace of reminiscence and a trace of indescribable emotion, he narrowed his eyes and said emotionally, "You don't understand what the marshal means to us people in the 20s and 30s. As a journalist who needs to maintain an independent spirit the most, I shouldn't worship anyone. But just now, when the officer said that we could interview the marshal, I realized that I've been secretly worshipping him since college … like a fanatical groupie."
Wood shrugged, took out a Blue River cigarette, lit it, and said, "Isn't the whole Federation like this? But have you ever wondered why the General arranged this interview at this time? "
Bob slightly frowned and looked out the window at the military airport building and the aircraft hidden in the building that were getting closer and closer. He said, "I also feel that this matter is a bit strange, maybe … it has something to do with what happened to Xu Le today."
The whistling air blew on the tarmac for nine days. The powerful driving force drove the high-speed aircraft to instantly tear through the cold winter sky and flew in the direction of Philadelphia. After a short ten minutes, the two famous reporters who only had time to bring simple interview equipment and even forgot to bring professional cameras arrived at the most famous lakeside manor in the Federation.
The security measures in the Lees of Philadelphia were extremely tight. The direct security forces of the First Military Region of the Federation were scattered around the building. The strong elite soldiers vigilantly watched any movement with sharp eyes. Whether it was the silent frogs in the fields or the fish in the pool that became lazier and lazier due to the cold, they could feel a tense atmosphere that was completely different from the past permeating and eroding around the manor.
"As a fanatical admirer, I have traveled to Philadelphia twice, and I also learned about the structure of the Lees' manor through periodicals. The winter here is much warmer than the capital, especially this lake. Don't think that the blue water is clear and cold, in fact, it is mixed with a lot of mountain hot springs, and the temperature of the water is very pleasant. "
Chief Editor Bob and reporter Wood followed officer Han Shaodong and received a strict security check. They walked into the manor, and the tense scene they saw along the way made them feel inexplicably nervous. In order to dispel this uneasiness, the chief editor began to explain everything to Wood in a hoarse voice.
"Please come in, I won't accompany you. When you come out, I will wait for you outside." Han Shaodong took the two reporters to a house and left with a smile. Before he left, he explained, "The room behind the door is temporarily within the scope of the Federation's data confidentiality regulations. I don't have the authority to enter."
What kind of secret is inside? Bob and Wood looked doubtfully at the closed wooden door in front of them. In front of them was a smooth, dark, and expensive wood floor. They hesitated whether they should step on it.
After all, this was the best, most persistent, and most daring news partner in the Federation. In the end, they stepped on it and slowly opened the door with unprecedented nervousness.
There was no warped metal mecha full of interstellar sci-fi flavor, and there were no countless big shots whispering to each other about space strategies. There was only one room behind the door.
In an empty room, there was a bed at the end of the room. The bed was covered with a thick but soft and comfortable bedding. A thin, haggard, and tired old man was lying in the middle of the bedding that was spread out like clouds.
The dark brown spots were particularly eye-catching on the loose skin of the old man's face. The old man's eyes were tightly closed, and the corners of his pale lips drooped weakly. Perhaps it was because he had used too much energy on the battlefield, but the old man looked so tired. He was so tired that he didn't know if he had fallen asleep or if he had fallen asleep forever.
More than a dozen extremely thin medical data lines were connected from the old man's shriveled body, and then they went around the head of the bed and into the space next door. There was a huge glass about three meters high that separated this empty room from the space next door.
On the other side of the glass, there were more than a dozen of the Federation's most sophisticated and advanced medical equipment, more than a dozen of the Federation's most outstanding medical professors, and more than a dozen of the most important generals in the military. They were busy looking at the data and tracking the physiological indicators. They were helpless, angry, and roaring in despair.
The soundproofing effect of the glass was very good. Bob and Wood could see the very familiar twisted and gloomy faces of those military bigshots. They could vaguely guess the meaning of their actions, but they couldn't hear any sound. This scene was like an absurd mime show. But the problem was, who in this universe could invite so many high-ranking generals of the Federation to be actors?
Understanding something, Bob and Wood couldn't help but breathe rapidly. Holding the recording pen tightly, they stared blankly at the thin and old body on the bed. They didn't know what to do.
They knew very well that everything they saw was definitely history, and it was probably a point in history that would never be forgotten. As long as the Federation still existed, this scene would be recorded in the Federation's textbooks forever...
As news reporters, it was the greatest honor to be able to appear at the scene of history, let alone this kind of history. But in the hearts of these two outstanding news reporters, there was not a trace of professional excitement, nor a trace of expectation. There was only endless nervousness, frustration, and fear.
"Sit, this is a one-way glass, but it's only one-way for me. I don't like to lie here naked for them to observe. Although they are doctors, I'm not the Great Teacher of the Empire."
At this moment, a hoarse and low voice suddenly sounded in the empty room. The thin old man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the two reporters at the door, and said:
"I like to see them busy in there. It feels like I'm back in the old battlefield. When I first joined the army, I liked to see those weak medical officers carrying healing pods and running, hehe."
Two sofas were prepared at the foot of the bed, and fruits and brewed green tea were placed on the coffee table. Next to the glass ashtray, there were two boxes of white box ginseng that were specially provided in the army.
Bob and Wood didn't react for a moment. They stared blankly at the old military god on the bed. After a long time, they said hello in a panic and then stumbled to sit on the comfortable sofa.
"I'm very happy that you agreed to come for this interview."
Li Pifu, who was half leaning on the bed, said gently. The old man's hoarse voice had a strange sound of rubbing stones. It was still firm and powerful, but it was also a little scary.
Wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead, Chief Editor Bob took a series of deep breaths, stabilized his mood with a strong sense of professionalism, and answered seriously: "Marshal, this is the biggest honor since I started working, and even since the founding of the Capital Special District Daily Newspaper."
This was true. From this scene, a certain inference could be drawn. The interview that was about to begin might be the last interview in the life of the living legend on the bed. Bob and Wood were very grateful to be able to participate in this.
"Since it's an interview, I think it's necessary to introduce myself first."
The thin old man said slowly. The light in the ward was very bright, and there was no sense of sadness at all. It was just like his legendary life, magnificent from beginning to end.
Bob squinted his eyes and took out his favorite pen and paper. Wood gently turned on the recording pen and listened carefully to the hoarse voice coming from the bed.
"My name is Li Pifu, and I was born in Philadelphia. I've worked three jobs in my life. Before the age of twelve, when I was practicing in the self-cultivation hall, I worked as a part-time cleaner. Later, when I was fourteen, I worked for a short period of time as a lawn mower in Philadelphia's East Court Square. Later, I joined the army. Since then, I've been a soldier for the past few decades and haven't done anything else. "
"When I first joined the army, my squad leader fell to his death during a drill. The superiors were very angry, and I don't know why they chose me, a new recruit, to take over the position of squad leader. From squad leader to platoon leader, then to company commander, battalion commander, regiment commander, and division commander. In the end, I was promoted very quickly in the army. I've never been a deputy, nor have I been a brigade commander or an army commander. "
"Speaking of only having worked three jobs, ten years ago, after I retired, I wanted to continue cutting grass in the East Court Square, but I was rejected by the government in the name of safety. As a veteran, I'm very dissatisfied with this."
Chief Editor Bob stopped recording and looked up at the Army God on the bed who was immersed in his memories. He thought with some uneasiness and sadness. Compared to Xu Le's incident, this was a real news event, a news event that would make the whole universe sad.
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(It's difficult to write. After three o 'clock in the next chapter, I recommend Ming Fei's new book, Fairy Bell.
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