Xixia State's Governor's Mansion.
The Governor's wife was half leaning on the sofa, looking at the TV screen like a wooden puppet. She, who was usually graceful, now looked haggard. The delicate makeup on her face had long been washed into a mess by the silent tears that flowed down her face.
Her gaze moved from the young soldier's determined face to the wheelchair and the two empty trousers. Her heart seemed to be ruthlessly stabbed by a burning red knife. Unable to control herself, she collapsed on the sofa and began to cry in pain.
On the balcony of the mansion where the cold wind blew, the governor of Xixia State's face was ashen. He dialed the number of the Federation President's Mansion.
After the call was connected, he said in a cold voice, "Director Brin, I think Mr. President and you should be very clear about how much support I and the voters of Xixia State have given him over the years. You once promised to give an appropriate return. Then I want to ask you now, what is this so-called return?"
"Is it to turn my most beloved son into a cripple?!"
The governor roared angrily. Then he forcefully hung up the phone and turned to look at the TV screen in the living room. Looking at his son in the wheelchair, he couldn't help but rub his chest and hold on to the railing to prevent himself from falling.
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Capital Special District, in front of the George Carlin Art Center.
In the environment of lead clouds and cold wind, there was silence, a silence as vast and terrifying as the ocean. The gathering of tens of thousands of people was deathly silent. Only one person's voice could be heard, Da Vinci's voice.
"The above is the story that I, a former Federation officer, now a rebel, want to tell to this f * cking Federation."
"This story is a conspiracy, a murder, and even more a betrayal."
"My comrades and I can't accept this kind of betrayal, so I risked being arrested and even assassinated by the government to come here, but they …"
On the wheelchair, Da Vinci's expression was solemn. He raised the military backpack in his right hand that was full of the identity cards of his dead comrades. He extended his left hand and pointed it at the gray sky.
Snowflakes began to fall again, and the most sparkling and translucent one fell on his fingertips.
"For the glory of the heavens, for the dead and for the living, they went to another place, to do what they should do, to take back the glory that originally belonged to them."
The tens of thousands of members of the silent army silently gazed at that lonely wheelchair on the stage, gazing at that crippled officer. After hearing that sorrowful story, everyone in front of the art center felt that bone-deep pain and coldness. Thus, some people clenched their fists in their arms, as if wanting to give him more warmth, while others covered their faces, wanting to not see his pain.
The dead silence that was as boundless as the ocean in winter was broken by sporadic applause, and then it quickly turned into a summer ocean of applause and cheers. The people looked at the young officer in the wheelchair and waved their arms, expressing their comfort with tears in their eyes.
To the east of the venue was the temporary headquarters of the Silent March. Hundreds of Black Hawk armed bodyguards were scattered around. Tai Zhiyuan looked at the sea of people that had begun to boil and slowly asked, "Where is Xu Le?"
Zou Yu stood beside him. She was not surprised that he knew that Xu Le had returned to the Federation, but she did not intend to answer this question.
Tai Zhiyuan smiled self-deprecatingly and asked, "What are he and Group 7 doing?"
Zou Yu pointed at Da Vinci on the stage in the distance and calmly replied, "He already answered this question just now. They are doing what they should be doing."
Tai Zhiyuan looked at her side profile and noticed that her dressing today was particularly beautiful and charming. It was rare that there were no red flowers in her black hair. It seemed rough, but was actually extremely exquisite, and it was tied into a flower shape at both sides of her head. Her delicate eyebrows were painted straight with thick ink, and her lips were especially bright red. The closer to the center, the redder they became, as if they were sweet candies that were pouting and asking for kisses, but also like red fruits that stubbornly refused to fall from the branches.
"Changed your style? It's very beautiful, very in line with your biting cold temperament. "
Zou Yu smiled and replied, "Since we were young, you have rarely praised my appearance, but this is not enough for me to say more."
Tai Zhiyuan smiled.
At this time, Zou Yu received a phone call. The content of the phone call made the pair of thick black willow brows gradually loosen, and the eyes that were looking at the snowflakes outside the window gradually became smiling.
She looked at Tai Zhiyuan and said with a smile, "There are many differences between men and women. For example, every time a big event comes, you will be calm, and I will deliberately dress up more beautifully, just like when I get married."
Tai Zhiyuan did not ask, as he knew that there was a follow-up.
"The safety of Bob and Wood will be in your hands in the future."
Zou Yu began to put on the black lambskin gloves and said, "Whether you are willing to take over or not, and whether you are worried about the military's attitude, we will hand them over to you."
Tai Zhiyuan coughed softly and replied with a smile, "So this is the answer. Since you are so insistent, I have no reason not to continue."
Zou Yu walked to the door, suddenly looked back at him and said seriously, "You should be very clear that that guy is doing these things to cooperate with you."
"I will never admit to it." Tai Zhiyuan's smile gradually disappeared. He picked up the white silk handkerchief and lightly wiped the corner of his mouth. "This is the favor I owe you."
"Why are you unwilling to owe him a favor?" Zou Yu asked.
Tai Zhiyuan calmly replied, "Because the future president of the Federation can never owe a favor to the future emperor of the Empire."
Zou Yu did not say anything else and directly walked out the door. The city was filled with cold air. Behind her came the sound of political slogans that grew louder and louder. She tightened her collar, pursed her red lips, and gradually walked away in the snow.
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By the time the Spring City garrison arrived at the sanatorium, the battle had already ended. The ruined building and the messy riverside proved just how fierce the firepower had been. However, there was no trace of anyone in the Plum Mountain on the other side of the river. Apart from the shattered plum blossoms and still hot bullet casings that covered the entire mountain, nothing could be found.
Things came like a spring breeze, and things left like clear water without ripples. Nutshell Group 7, which had been shadowed since its inception, had always adhered to this style.
Somewhere in the airspace of the 32nd parallel of South Latitude, an old military transport aircraft was flying above the clouds. Its somewhat cumbersome body looked like a gray goose that had eaten its fill for dinner, complacent and slow.
"To be able to mobilize so many resources in this situation, the old Zou family is indeed powerful in the assembly system. Speaking of which, boss, you were already engaged to Miss Jian Shui'er back then. How did you end up together with Miss Zou family? "
"I say, Jiang Jin, did you f * cking follow the unspoken rules of the arts circle after opening a movie theater? Otherwise, why are you as curious as a paparazzi?"
In the heavy air of the transport aircraft cabin, a burst of loud laughter rang out. The team members with calm temperaments were tidying up their equipment while smiling.
All the members of Group 7 were on this old military transport aircraft. They had just finished an intense battle and completed an extremely difficult mission. However, not a single one of them was injured. It was truly an incomparably perfect result.
However, as former soldiers of the Federation, the enemy this time was no longer the people of the Empire, nor was it the smugglers from Bermuda. It was the real Federal forces. Those who fell under the muzzle of the gun were all their comrades. However, what was very strange was that the emotions of the team members on the transport aircraft did not seem to be affected at all. They did not seem to have any psychological burden.
The love and hate of the men of Group 7 was very simple and straightforward.
They used to love this Federation so much that they were willing to risk their lives to charge at the front and retreat at the back. They were not afraid of sacrificing themselves and laughed as they killed the enemy.
However, it seemed that the current Federation did not love them that much. In fact, it even wanted them to die. In fact, too many of their comrades had died tragically because of this, so in their eyes … the current Federation was a piece of sh * t.
Yes, the Federation here referred to the Federation government. Then, they had to get rid of it.
"You must be very careful when keeping an eye on the Southern Suburbs."
After Xu Le finished cleaning the oil, he handed the heavy Darlin's autocannon to Big Bear and said to the team members, "Iron Seven Division is not for amateurs like Small Eyes."
From the evaluation of amateurs, it could be seen that Group 7, led by Xu Le, had a disdainful attitude towards Small Eyes' special forces unit.
That special forces unit, which belonged to the Joint Investigation Department and was composed of masters from the Philadelphia Cultivation Gym, seemed to be abnormally strong. In the past few years, it had been faintly recognized as the most elite special forces unit in the Federation.
However, in the eyes of Group 7, or in other words, in the eyes of professional soldiers like Du Shaoqing, this kind of team, which was extremely strong individually but had extremely poor tactical awareness, could not withstand a single blow. This was because they could not be considered a unit at all.
Which unit was the strongest unit on the battlefield?
The strongest unit in the past was the 17th Armored Division led by the Federation's God of War Li Pifu. It was the Iron Seven Division that was once personally commanded by Du Shaoqing. It was now the Imperial Royal Mecha Brigade that was personally led by Huai Caoshi.
If the number of the strongest unit was narrowed down, then the name Group 7 would definitely be written in the military textbooks in the future.
After finishing the arrangements for the follow-up mission, Xu Le grabbed the cabin wall of the transport aircraft to weave a net, moved to the front, and squatted beside Bai Yulan. He lowered his voice and said, "There is a very troublesome thing that I need you to do."
"What is it?" Bai Yulan's answer was still so soft and delicate.
"Help me keep an eye on Lee Jae-do." Xu Le said, "He has a trump card that he hasn't revealed yet. I need to keep an eye on Du Shaoqing, so I can only ask you to keep an eye on him."
"Okay," Bai Yulan answered simply.
"Be careful." Xu Le said, "I'm not sure if the Charter computer will always be in its current state. If there is a situation, immediately retreat."
"Okay." Bai Yulan still only said one word.
Xu Le took out a cigarette box from his jacket pocket and asked, "Failed?"
"Yes." Bai Yulan hesitated for a moment, and then explained, "When she was pregnant, I really didn't smoke a single cigarette."
"How is your wife and child at home?"
"Very good." Bai Yulan's face revealed a happy smile.
"Will there be any trouble?"
"No."
Xu Le suddenly noticed that there was a pair of eyes staring at him. He couldn't help but smile awkwardly, took out a cigarette, and handed it over. He said, "Editor-in-chief, have you been in prison for too long? It's inhumane to not let you smoke. "
Editor-in-chief Bob didn't refuse. He took the cigarette but didn't light it immediately. He still silently looked at him for a long time. The expression on his face was very complicated. In the end, he sighed softly and said with regret,
"Colonel Xu Le, a person like you can lead such a group … Why do you have to be from the Empire?"
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