He had to add the word "heard" in front of his mother. It had to be said that this was a kind of great helplessness and sorrow. Standing in front of the tomb with sparse weeds, Xu Le's face did not show any emotion, but his heart was echoing with some kind of emotion.
Before today, he had always insisted on seeing himself as a member of the ordinary and happy family in Donglin. His father was called Xu Shucai, his mother was called Huang Yang, and his sister was the cutest little Xian Yi. It was not until he saw this inconspicuous tomb with his own eyes and looked at an unknown concubine who had been sleeping for many years through the thick soil that he suddenly felt a sense of connection that was difficult to cut off. His childhood memories and beautiful family memories in Donglin were still there, but in addition, there were gradually some other ties.
Zhong Huoyan opened her eyes wide and looked at the desolate tomb curiously. After knowing the identity of the person in the tomb, the girl was somewhat inexplicable and nervous. Her hand that was as smooth as a white stone in a stream tightly grasped Xu Le's sleeve. Suddenly, she raised her head and looked into his eyes. She asked, "Shall we pay our respects?"
Xu Le nodded. Zhong Huoyan bent down and picked up the stones in the grass on the ground and threw them away. Then, she turned around and grabbed his thick, strong, and warm hand. Like taking a child, she led him to the tomb and slowly knelt down.
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Because of the excessive dust particles in the atmosphere, the twilight of the Mo Hua planet was like a metal armor plate that had been smeared with blood 30 times. There was a chilling grey coldness in the bright red. The light from the setting sun spread across the grassland and sprinkled on the densely packed tombs, forming a kind of stiff and solemn feeling.
General Du Shaoqing, the commander-in-chief of the federal enemy, stood in front of the battlefield graveyard in silence. His hands, which were wearing black lambskin gloves, were behind his back. His neat military uniform and the golden stars on his shoulders seemed to be made of steel. They did not move at all in the wind.
He looked at the tombstones of these soldiers who had fallen in a foreign country. His grave and stern expression occasionally revealed traces of fatigue, but his pair of heroic eyebrows were still straight, like a sword that had just been unsheathed. Only his closest guards could see the traces of silver between his two heroic eyebrows.
Due to the fact that both sides were not able to see each other clearly but were able to coordinate with each other from afar, the intensity of the war on the surface of planet Mo Hua had gradually calmed down during this period of time. This was especially so for the Straits Battle Zone, which was known as the meat grinder. The humid atmosphere of that part of the Straits Battle Zone had actually not been torn apart by missiles for three consecutive days. As the highest commander of the Federation's frontline, Du Shaoqing finally had some time.
"This war has been going on for three years. If we count from the time of the West Woods' counterattack, it has been more than five years. Back then, when I led the Seventh Division on military exercises every day, I must admit that I once longed for the war to begin. But now, I don't know how long this war will last before we can obtain the final victory. "
"You and I both know that even if the crystal mines in Galaxy X begin to take effect, the Federation will not be able to completely defeat the Empire with the current transport capacity and number of troops, let alone invade Tianjing Planet and capture their Emperor."
"But we must continue to fight."
The blood-red light of dusk seeped down from the iron-like sky and reflected on the cheeks of this iron-blooded general. His eyes did not close as he looked at the group of tombs in front of him and said indifferently, "Even if it is just for the sake of the 28373 Federation soldiers buried in front of us, we must continue to fight. At the very least, this Mo Hua Planet must become the territory of the Federation."
Outside the white fences of the battlefield tombs, a black Federation military mecha was in a state of readiness. The twin engines at the waist of the tall mecha emitted a unique buzzing sound. The use of turbine technology allowed this mecha's power and performance to be much higher than normal new generation mecha. Other than the peach miasma of the Empire's princess and that white flower of the past, there was no other mecha that could match it.
The only person in the Federation military who had the ability to control this MXT was Li Feng. At this moment, he was holding a cigarette in his mouth as he stood silently behind Du Shaoqing. Listening to his parting words, he was not moved and only nodded slightly to express his understanding.
According to the tradition of the Federation forces, the soldiers who died on the frontlines, regardless of whether they were generals or ordinary cookhouse soldiers, would usually be buried on the planet they sacrificed themselves on. This would prove that the place they fought for and bled for was the Federation.
Now that the Federation forces were deep in the Empire's territory, Du Shaoqing said without hesitation that they must take down Mo Hua Planet and make this planet, which caused the deaths of countless Federation youths, a part of the Federation. It was precisely because of this iron and blood concept that had been passed down for a long time.
"It's been hard on you these past few years. Because of me, you have to stay in the headquarters and play the role of a bodyguard, never leaving my side."
Du Shaoqing's gaze fell on Li Feng's epaulette. Looking at the few flowers, he frowned and said, "With your ability, once you enter the war zone and assume personal responsibility, no matter how much President Li suppresses you, even if you only rely on military medals, you will still be able to pile up a gold star on your epaulette."
Li Feng's fingers bent slightly and flicked the cigarette butt into the distance. His tall and sturdy body appeared exceptionally calm. After a moment of silence, he replied, "It's not hard. When I took Xu Le from your hands back then, I promised you this matter. Since he ran away from me, I can only return myself to you."
"My current mission is to protect your life."
He looked at Du Shaoqing's weathered side profile and said, "Whether you are a division commander or a commander, I don't like you, but I have to admit that the army can't do without you right now."
After a short pause, Li Feng raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a hint of reminiscence and melancholy, "Of course, if he was still alive, he would definitely be the commander of the frontline, and he would definitely do a better job than you."
"In your heart, Zhong Suohu has always been an existence like a father, so it obviously affects the accuracy of your judgment."
Du Shaoqing put his hands behind his back and looked at the bloody battlefield under the twilight sky. He calmly said, "Under such an environment, no one can do a better job than me, even if your grandfather is revived."
Li Feng was silent for a moment. Miraculously, he did not mock this seemingly exaggerated and narcissistic statement.
"But there is one thing you are right about. If that tiger didn't die, many things in this universe would be different. I definitely wouldn't be able to become the commander, and the West Woods people wouldn't only be able to squeeze out twelve mechanics."
The corner of Du Shaoqing's lips curled up slightly in an extremely rare manner. It was unknown whether it was a mocking smile or a self-deprecating one. He continued, "Even I feel that commanding the troops brought out by that guy is a very pleasant thing. The quality of the Cillin Military Region's soldiers is so high that it really makes the commanders of the other three military regions lose face."
"A tiger doesn't have a grave. Of course, even if there is, I won't go and worship it."
Du Shaoqing slowly turned around and looked into Li Feng's eyes. After staring at them for a long time, he suddenly asked, "Have you ever thought that I might have been involved in the explosion of the Ancient Bell?"
"I don't know now, but if I find evidence that you were involved, I will naturally have my own things to do." After a moment of silence, Li Feng said, "But now I'm basically leaning towards you not being involved in this matter. This has nothing to do with feelings, it's purely a feeling."
"After spending three years together on the battlefield, to be able to gain some of your trust is probably one of the few things that Du Shaoqing has gained on this planet."
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