The handcuffed officer was the commander of Iron Seventh Division's Second Regiment, Zhou Yu.
Back then, he was a top student of the First Military Academy. Du Shaoqing had recognized his talent and forcefully summoned him from Mochou and Xu Le's underlings to Iron Seventh Division. Then, the gentle young man gradually matured on the battlefield.
Zhou Yu was highly regarded by Du Shaoqing. As an officer famous for his tactical deduction, Zhou Yu held an important position in Iron Seventh Division. But now, he was just a prisoner in the back of a military vehicle.
The phone call from the President's residence reached Iron Seventh Division's base. Du Shaoqing ordered all troops to set off for the capital. No one in Iron Seventh Division questioned this military order. At this time, Zhou Yu stood up. In front of everyone, he took out his gun and silently placed it on the table in front of Du Shaoqing. He used this most extreme action to express his strongest opposition.
Zhou Yu's bold stand did not affect Du Shaoqing's decision, at least on the surface. After he was arrested, the Iron Seventh Division set off on time, and he was stuffed into the back of Du Shaoqing's military vehicle and forced to follow them to the capital.
"Commander, you made a mistake just now."
The current commander of Iron Seventh Division was Liu Yongfu, but as long as Du Shaoqing appeared in this unit, the Iron Seventh Division would only call him commander.
Zhou Yu, whose hands were cuffed behind his back, did not look at Du Shaoqing. His eyes fell on the valley in front of them and said, "Why did you make a mistake? Because even you don't know if this is the right thing to do. "
"And I firmly believe that this is wrong! Federal forces interfering in political affairs is a serious violation of the spirit of the charter! Commander, even the Empire people in the valley understand this, and even risked their lives to stop you. Why don't you understand?! "
Du Shaoqing's expression did not change at all when he heard his subordinates' angry objections from the back seat. His cold eyes drifted slightly as the military vehicle moved. After a moment of silence, he replied indifferently,
"Back then, in the building of the Ministry of National Defense, Xu Le once pointed at my nose and said that the army should not have its own thoughts. A soldier's duty is to obey orders."
"Mr. Pabre is the elected president. As a soldier, what's wrong with obeying his orders? If the mobilization of military forces this time violates the spirit of the Charter as you said, why didn't the Bureau of Proclamation do anything? "
Hearing Du Shaoqing's explanation, Zhou Yu smiled with some difficulty, no longer trying to convince the other. He understood the general sitting in front of him very well. He was a man of few words, and disdained to explain any details of his plans to his subordinates. But today, he had actually opened his mouth to explain something, which was rare for him. What did this mean? It could only mean that he was constantly looking for reasons to strengthen his resolve.
The engine hummed, and the military vehicle slowly started moving. A cool breeze blew in from the window, and the temperature dropped a little. The expressionless Du Shaoqing still seemed to feel a little hot, and he unbuttoned the second button of his military uniform.
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Precise calculations, powerful mobility, and an impeccable plan to lure the enemy in with the flow of the situation had created this seemingly futile but actually murderous opportunity to flee for his life in the valley. However, just as he was about to carry out his plan and set off a heaven-defying wave, he found that the black MX mecha closest to him had already quietly retreated at some point in time, leaving only two trees in this place.
This was like an excellent boxer who did not hesitate to hold his head and take a beating passively, getting beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen and bleeding profusely, pretending to be weak and stalling for time until he finally found the moment to land the fatal blow. He viciously threw out the right heavy punch that he had hidden for 11 rounds, only to suddenly realize that the punch was aimed at empty air.
Xu Le, whose face was covered in blood and stains, stared blankly at the two trees. He watched as the dozen or so Iron Seven Division mecha retreated into the wilderness at the bottom of the mountain range. He stood there like that pitiful boxer, dumbly standing in place.
He ran back to the cliff near the mountain range and looked down at the steel troops that had already finished organizing and were neatly marching towards the capital. He couldn't help but frown deeply.
The Iron Seven Division had dealt with his thousands of changes by remaining motionless. The difference in strength was too great, so this was destined to be the most conservative and least wrong way of dealing with him. Facing the terrifying steel torrent at the bottom of the mountain range, what else could he do other than engage in meaningless harassment along the way?
More than a hundred black MX mechas were spread out in the wilderness. Seven of them were closely following the dark green military vehicle on the road, closely covering any long-range sniping range from any angle. Hundreds of armored vehicles followed behind, and the army of more than ten thousand people maintained a perfect formation as they slowly advanced in the direction of the capital. Other than the roar of the engines, there was no other sound to be heard, giving people a silent, oppressive, austere, and unstoppable feeling.
Xu Le suppressed his rapid breathing and stroked the hot body of the ACW. He looked down at the silent Iron Seven Division under his feet and couldn't help but feel a strong sense of defeat. Right now, there was no force around the capital that could be a match for Du Shaoqing's Iron Seven Division. Once this army entered the capital, what would the people who were also known as the silent marching army face?
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Along the way, a certain someone tried his best to snipe, but he was still as powerless as the mosquitoes flying around the bison on the other side of the Donglin electronic fence. The bison that silently ate grass didn't care about the bullets in the air at all. It only occasionally swung its tail to hit them, and a certain someone had to retreat into the mountain range at high speed like a mosquito fleeing for its life.
It seemed that there was no force that could stop the Iron Seven Division from entering the capital. However, at this moment, the silent steel torrent suddenly stopped outside an inconspicuous town.
It wasn't Iron Seven Division that stopped the advance of the Iron Seven Division, nor was it Blackhawk Security Company, nor was it the Zhong Family troops from the West Woods who suddenly learned how to travel through space, nor was it the Imperial armies who madly followed the Crown Prince. It was just a man, a man covered in dirt and bleeding wounds like a beggar.
No beggar, not even the beggar gang leader in Schiller's Eight, could slow down the pace of the Iron Seven Division at all. However, this beggar was Dongfang Yu, the former commander of the Iron Seven Division. Many of the officers and soldiers of the Iron Seven Division in the armored vehicles in front of him were personally selected by him and promoted to be his subordinates!
Dongfang Yu, who was holding a pair of crutches, looked at the armored vehicle that slowly stopped in front of him. An abnormal flush of excitement appeared on his face. He supported himself with his crutches and struggled to move forward. The wounds on his body that were left a few days ago were now bleeding.
The current commander of the Iron Seven Division, Liu Yongfu, who had received the news, quickly rushed to the front of the troop. Looking at Dongfang Yu, who looked like a miserable beggar, his pupils shrank. He reached out to help him and then take him away. Unexpectedly, Dongfang Yu pushed him away and shouted in a deep voice, "Get lost!"
As the most senior officer of the Iron Seven Division, as one of the first subordinates to follow Du Shaoqing, as one of the arms who was as famous as Ximen Jin, in Dongfang Yu's eyes, no one in the Iron Seven Division was qualified to talk to him, except for his real commander, Du Shaoqing.
When she arrived in front of the dark green military vehicle, Dongfang Yu struggled free from the support of the two majors. She threw away her crutches and limped forward quickly. She shouted at Du Shaoqing, who was standing beside the vehicle, "Commander, you can't go! You can't ruin your reputation for those shameless politicians! "
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"You've been wronged."
Du Shaoqing looked at Dongfang Yu who was crying like a wronged child. Looking at this man who had been following him for more than a decade, he rubbed his head and gently explained, "I know what happened on the Ink Flower Planet. That was caused by that trash Hu Lian, but I can assure you that Mr. President didn't know about it beforehand."
Dongfang Yu wiped the tears on his face with his sour sleeve. Hearing his commander's explanation, he couldn't help but angrily take two steps back and shouted, "The president didn't know? Then what about the Ancient Bell! "
"That was done by Ximen Jin, how could the president not know? Commander, could it be that Ximen Jin is dead, so we can just let him be the scapegoat for that black-faced president? "
Du Shaoqing's face suddenly stiffened, and he shouted in a deep voice, "Enough!"
"Not enough!"
Dongfang Yu's temper had always been sour and irritable, otherwise, he wouldn't have caused such a big mess with the Iron Seventh Division. Among the oldest officers of the Iron Seventh Division, Du Shaoqing was famous for being good at guessing Du Shaoqing's intentions, and he was famous for being the only one who dared to debate with Du Shaoqing.
"Because of those stupid politicians, I was shot on the battlefield and my intestines flowed out in two basins, and then I stuffed them back in! I was lying on a stretcher in the southwest war zone of the Ink Flower Planet for several months! I was carried by those little bastards that I originally looked down on and ran all over the place to hide, and only then did I survive! "
"If the president didn't know about this murder at the beginning, then what about later! Then what about later? Why did they still want to silence me after I returned to the Federation! "
Dongfang Yu abruptly tore off her tattered clothes, revealing her bony chest and abdomen. Other than the terrifying old scar on her abdomen, there were also countless recent wounds. Now, those wounds were bleeding incessantly, and the stench of pus had been washed away. It was a horrible sight to behold.
The surrounding Iron Seventh Division officers looked at the miserable wounds on his body, and their faces became very ugly.
"Commander, look at these wounds on my body." Dongfang Yu stared at Du Shaoqing's face and shouted sternly, "From the first day I returned to the Federation, the government's special forces began to hunt us down, and that NTR team member who followed me only lasted for two days before he died!"
"I let him down, if I let him follow Iron Seventh Division or even leave with Xu Le, perhaps he wouldn't have died! He didn't deserve to die, we endured so long and suffered so much to escape from the Ink Flower Planet, but in the end, he died in the Federation! I can't accept this, Commander! "
His voice was full of hatred towards the Federation government and that president, and he shouted mournfully, "They wanted to kill me, but am I dead? No, even if my body is so rotten, I'm still alive, why? Because they forgot that I was once a soldier of the Iron Seventh Division! "
"Commander, that day when you volunteered to become the commander of the independent battalion in the Seventh Division, you told me and Ximen that since you were born in the Iron Seventh Division, you can't die so casually."
"Commander, I'm not dead."
"Commander, I went to NTR for four whole years, and I didn't look like a human, nor a ghost, but I didn't want to commit suicide, and I endured it, why? Because I didn't want to lose face for the Iron Seventh Division! "
Dongfang Yu stared at Du Shaoqing with bloodshot eyes, raised his chin proudly, and said loudly, "That's why I didn't want my most respected Commander Du Shaoqing to do something that would lose face for the entire Iron Seventh Division! Unless Commander doesn't recognize me as a soldier of the Iron Seventh Division, then let the mecha run over me! "
Du Shaoqing looked at him silently, his chest rising and falling slightly under his dark green military uniform. Suddenly, he raised his arm and chopped at the left side of Dongfang Yu's neck, and then he didn't look at the unconscious person in the arms of the other officers, and directly turned to walk towards the military vehicle, shouting just before he boarded, "Medic!"
"Here!"
"Keep him alive."
"Yes."
Sitting in the front passenger seat of the military vehicle, Du Shaoqing glanced at Zhou Yu's face from the corner of his eye. Zhou Yu was clearly expressionless at this time, but Du Shaoqing somehow felt that he saw a faint trace of mockery.
Dongfang Yu was once the commander of the First Division, and Zhou Yu was the current commander of the Second Division. These two soldiers, both with the word "Yu" in their names, were once his most trusted subordinates, but today …
Du Shaoqing suddenly felt inexplicably anxious, and his body was a little hot. His straight eyebrows slowly furrowed, and he subconsciously undid the third button of his well-ironed uniform.
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Perhaps it was fate's arrangement, but on this day, the Iron Seventh Division's march towards the capital seemed to be unstoppable, but on the road, they were constantly forced to stop moving forward.
After the troops entered the suburbs of Wangdu, they stopped again. All the mecha, vehicles, and soldiers vigilantly watched their surroundings, guarding against attacks that could come at any time.
This time, they were forced to stop moving forward because there was a serious traffic jam on Highway 2 from Wangdu to the capital. The military MX mecha could naturally continue to advance at high speed through the fields, but the hundreds of armored vehicles and military vehicles could not do so. If they wanted to enter the capital to control the situation and maintain order, it was far from enough to rely solely on the heavy, lethal mecha.
The hundreds of armored vehicles and military vehicles of the Iron Seventh Division did not enter Highway 2. The troops were waiting for the engineering mecha to open up the communication and auxiliary roads, and then enter the military passage.
This was a situation that had been planned, so Du Shaoqing was not anxious at this time. He looked at the traffic jam outside the window, and his long frown slowly relaxed.
Outside the window, there was a crowded crowd and traffic. Countless civilian cars, accompanied by cheerful honks, rushed into Highway 2, and then drove towards the city in the distance.
The shadows of more than 100 military mecha covered both sides of the road, and the hundreds of armored vehicles silently formed a long line. The sudden arrival of the Federal forces brought great shock to the citizens of Wangdu.
There were small car accidents, and more civilian vehicles subconsciously made a detour. The crowd also quickly dispersed, and countless pairs of eyes fell on the armored vehicles and mecha warily.
"Where are these troops from? Why are they here? "
"What do they want to do?"
"Don't be afraid, I think … it's the Iron Seventh Division?"
"It's the Iron Seventh Division!"
Among the crowd of onlookers on both sides of the road, there were civilian military enthusiasts who recognized the designation of this unit from the equipment and painted insignia. Whispers quickly spread around.
Shocked gazes mixed with fear turned to confusion, and then to curiosity. The expressions of the citizens of Wangdu changed from stiff to relaxed, and many people even laughed, pointing at the mecha in the distance and discussing the advanced equipment of the Iron Seventh Division with the people beside them.
Since the West Woods counterattack in Year 67 of the Constitutional Calendar, the Federal military units that appeared the most on the television screen were the Iron Seventh Division and the Seventh Division. With the exposure of Xu Le's identity, the Seventh Division had long been forgotten, but the Iron Seventh Division still firmly held the number one position in terms of exposure, and also held the number one position in the hearts of the Federation people.
In the hearts of all the Federation people, the Iron Seventh Division was the flag of resistance against the invasion of the Empire, the embodiment of justice in the Federation, and the most reliable steel division in the Federation.
The people on the side of the road and in the cars did not know why this silent and solemn iron division of the Federation had appeared in Wangdu. They were curious about where the Iron Seventh Division was going and what they were going to do, but not a single person was worried or worried, because they firmly believed that no matter what this heroic Federation unit did, it was protecting the interests of the Federation and the people.
A brave boy broke free from his companion's grip and ran towards the black MX mecha. He ran past the shadow of the mecha on the ground and ran to the palm of the mecha that was taller than him. He looked up curiously at the huge and mighty mecha body in the air and carefully reached out a finger to touch it.
A vegetarian girl who had just bought fresh vegetables and was about to drive back to the Wangdu Youth Apartments walked out of the market in the suburbs. When she saw the armored vehicle in front of her, she screamed in fright and quickly covered her mouth. She knew which unit this was from from the discussion of the aunties beside her. She looked at the expressionless but very handsome young soldier on the armored vehicle, and her eyes began to become infatuated. She raised her hand and sent him a shy flying kiss.
The communication and auxiliary roads in front had been opened, and the Iron Seventh Division was preparing to enter the special road for military supplies. The armored vehicle slowly started to move. The young soldier on the vehicle saw the girl enthusiastically send him a flying kiss and could no longer maintain his cold expression. He awkwardly waved his hand in response.
At this moment, in the turbulent situation of the Federation, any small, unconscious gesture could lead to many interesting conjectures or misunderstandings, let alone the Iron Seventh Division.
Seeing the young soldiers on the armored vehicle waving their hands in response, some rookies on the side of the road who had just started to hang out in the military history Saturn forum came to the wrong conclusion and began to excitedly announce their speculations to the people around them. Thus, the reaction of the Wangdu citizens around the road was more than enthusiastic, and some even began to whistle to express their welcome.
With a soft thud, something smashed through the crowd and luckily passed through the half-lowered window, landing on Du Shaoqing's knees.
The officers of the Iron Seventh Division were shocked. They reacted quickly and pulled out their guns to counterattack. Du Shaoqing waved his hand to indicate that they should not be nervous and said calmly, "People like Xu Le won't shoot in a place like this."
After saying this, he picked up the fresh flower on his knees and fell silent.
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Relying on the river-like zhenqi in his body and the compressed energy bars in his backpack, Xu Le ran 170 kilometers through the steep mountains and finally arrived at the suburbs of Wangdu that he was familiar with.
His speed was not much slower than the fully mechanized Iron Seventh Division, but in order to achieve this, he had paid a heavy price. His body was exhausted to the extreme, and he did not have the time or strength to wipe the sweat and blood off his cheeks. He looked battered and exhausted.
In an electrician's room under the overpass, he watched the Iron Seventh Division armored vehicles enter the special military passage one by one. He slowly released his index finger from the ACW trigger converter.
It was still Schiller who said, "The person who understands you the most is not your friend, but your enemy."
Du Shaoqing and Xu Le understood each other very well, so as Du Shaoqing had calmly predicted, he did not choose to shoot in a crowded area.
"Fei Gu, did you connect in?" Xu Le licked his dry lips and said tiredly to the system, "We can't stop the Iron Seventh Division! We can only try the last stupid method. "
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The interior of the military vehicle was very spacious. In addition to the three rows of seats, there was also the most important command system of the Iron Seventh Division.
The communications officer wearing the headset suddenly turned his head and said nervously, "Commander, someone has synchronized with the division's communication system and is requesting to speak directly with you. He said … he is Xu Le."
Du Shaoqing frowned slightly. After a moment of silence, he took the communication device and said coldly, "I am Du Shaoqing."
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When he was young, Xu Le would occasionally show his sharp and sarcastic side. However, after he started running for his life, he became quieter and quieter. More often than not, he would only grin and reveal his white teeth or say a few simple but blunt proclamations that could kill people.
So no matter how one looked at it, he was not a suitable candidate for negotiation. However, the Federation was facing an unprecedented danger, and there were not many people that Du Shaoqing was interested in negotiating with.
"Du Shaoqing, I hate you."
His first sentence fully demonstrated Xu Le's negotiating style, or it could be said that other than angering Du Shaoqing so that the Iron Seventh Division could advance faster, he had no other ability.
"I hate that military uniform of yours that is ironed three times a day. I hate that deadpan face of yours that looks like everyone in the Federation owes you money. I hate the smell of ice on your body. I hate that hair of yours that is neatly combed like a frozen grassland. Of course, your sunglasses are not bad."
"I hate the way you scolded Zhou Yu and the others in the training base. I hate your arrogance and callousness, thinking that I'll always be the best in the world. I hate it the most when you and your troops live like f * cking cold machines. And in order to prove that you adhere to the philosophy of the collective always before the individual, even when the Iron Seventh Division has been fully equipped with MX, you still refuse to enter the cockpit of your mecha … Don't you find this pretentious and disgusting? "
"But no matter how much I hate you, it is difficult for me to have any doubts about you on the battlefield. Many years ago, at the front line of Solitary Yellow Mountain Ridge in Base 5460, my mecha had been running for an entire night. It couldn't have been worse. You asked me to take the risk to kill the enemy for the sake of the Iron Seventh Division's ambush plan. I didn't hesitate and followed your orders because I believed that you would not shoot your comrades in the back."
"Based on the same reason, Shi Qinghai found out that Ximen Jin was involved in the Linhai assassination and planned the explosion of the Ancient Bell. But I insisted that these things had nothing to do with you."
"I think that I understand you very well. I always thought that you were a model professional soldier. You were just doing your duty as a Federation soldier and following the orders of the Federation President and the government. But I have to remind you that what you are doing now has crossed that boundary!"
"Stop, Du Shaoqing! Even if you are still pretentious and want to be buried with Pabre, his government, and their ideals, even if you insist on being a professional soldier, why can't you wait a little longer? Just wait for a short period of time until the impeachment case is over! "
"If the impeachment case is passed, Pabre will no longer be the Federation President. You don't need to follow his orders. If the impeachment case is not passed, he will still be the Federation President. Then, what is the need for you and your troops to make the situation more complicated?"
"If you insist, then it proves that you are afraid. You are afraid that Mr. Pabre, whom you have followed for so many years, has been abandoned by the people. You can't stand firm anymore."
"Du Shaoqing, why are you so silent? Because I have torn off your glorious mask of a professional soldier and let you see that the premise of this order is that Pabre is no longer the Federation President? "
"Accepting an order that is not from the President or not needing to accept an order from the President or waiting is a good choice! This is not the paradox of twins in physics! This is a clear fact! "
After being silent for a long time, Du Shaoqing finally calmly replied, "It has already been many years. I know how that tiger looked at me back then. I know how many people in the Federation look at me. They all think that I am an idealist who is calm on the outside but fanatical on the inside. In reality, they are both wrong and right."
"Unlike the other people in the Trinity Association, I have never had the dream of overthrowing the seven great families. The entire purpose of my life is to make the Federation strong and completely defeat the Empire. I am not interested in anything else."
"I don't care if the seven great families control the Federation or if a grassroots president rules the Federation. I only care about whose Federation can be strong enough to completely defeat the Empire. You and I both know that rotten meat like the seven great families and politicians like the former President cannot do this. Only Mr. Pabre can destroy the seven great families and then make the Federation truly strong. "
After being silent for a period of time, Xu Le's voice sounded again.
"Du Shaoqing, if the entire purpose of your life is to defeat the Empire, then you should know even more clearly that in this current situation, if you insist on standing on President Pabre's side, the Federation will inevitably fall into civil war. Your life's ideals may only turn into bubbles."
Hearing the hoarse voice from the communication system, Du Shaoqing was expressionless. He slowly undid the fourth button of his military uniform, the veins on the back of his right hand appearing and disappearing.
The military uniform was always well-ironed, the military boots were always shiny, the black kid gloves, the black sunglasses, the neatly combed hair, and the impeccable military posture were the only images this Federation general and national idol left behind.
However, at this very moment, the front of his hair was a bit messy and his well-ironed military uniform was undone. He was far from that perfect image of a general.
"Xu Le, I used to think that I understood you very well, but after this day, I still have a question that I haven't found the answer to — why did you, a citizen of the Empire, come to the Federation to do these things?"
"Why did you use the result of the Federation defeating the Empire to tempt me? You may not know, but Huai Caoshi has already started a counterattack on Planet Mo Hua while the Federation is in civil war. If you are like her, trying to take advantage of the Federation's chaos to gain benefits for the Empire, then you should be very happy to see this scene. Just as you said, the West Woods will declare independence, but the Federation will fall into civil war. "
"Why? Because this is not a war between two countries to begin with. "
Xu Le's voice was emotionless as he replied in a deep voice, "There may not be such things as justice in a war between countries, but at other times, there may be."
Du Shaoqing said with slight sarcasm, "The youth of the Empire wants to talk about justice again."
"I admit that to me, this matter should be more of a personal vendetta. My ultimate goal is very simple — I just want Pabre and those people to be judged. However, whether this result can be realized or not is justice for those who have already died, even if it is overdue justice."
"There is no justice in a national war, no heroes in civil war …"
In the dark green military vehicle, Du Shaoqing looked at the flower he was fiddling with and was silent for a very long time. Then, the corners of his lips curled up slightly as he said in a sarcastic tone, "If you want me to stop, then beg me …"
After a moment of silence in the communication system, Xu Le's unprecedentedly serious and sincere voice rang out.
"Commander Shaoqing, I beg you."
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Passing through the metal bridge temporarily built by the huge engineering mecha, hundreds of armored vehicles were parked silently at the entrance to the military tunnel in the suburbs of Wangdu. More than a hundred black MX mecha were spread out in the wilderness beside the tunnel, vigilantly observing the surrounding movements, ready to launch suppressive fire at any moment.
Xu Le, who was being closely guarded by the Iron Seventh Division, did not feel too proud at this time. Through the ACW's aiming equipment, he watched as the well-ironed general in his military uniform walked into the armed helicopter under heavy protection. He watched as the seven dark-colored armed helicopters rose into the air in the light snow above Wangdu …
The string of nerves that had been stretched taut all this time suddenly loosened. Fatigue and pain instantly took over his entire body. He held onto the wall of the electrical workshop to prevent himself from collapsing.
Negotiating with Du Shaoqing seemed to be more stressful than engaging in a life-and-death battle with Madman Li, but could this be considered a success? He did not know. He could not even understand why Du Shaoqing would be so easily convinced by him and leave the Iron Seventh Division's main force with only one company of soldiers.
This was because he did not know about Zhou Yu, who was handcuffed in the back of the military vehicle, or Dongfang Yu, who was still unconscious like a beggar in the medical vehicle. He also did not know about the delicate flower that had been thrown into the military vehicle, nor did he know that Du Shaoqing had unbuttoned four buttons in a row.
Xu Le was now even more puzzled by the other's words about the meaning of life. Thinking back to the fierce, violent, and even incomparably cold-blooded attacks this person had launched against the Empire's troops on Mo Hua planet these past few years, he really wanted to know where exactly Du Shaoqing's bone-deep hatred for the Empire's people came from.
Everyone had a part of their heart that was as gentle as jade. It was just that they needed to carefully polish and polish it to peel off the surface layer that might be ideals, obsessions, or desires. Then, they would let the jade heart gently bloom, illuminating themselves and those around them.
Dongfang Yu's hard shell was slowly worn away by Xu Le and the Iron Seventh Division's attitude and actions on Mo Hua planet.
On this day, Xu Le's bullets could not stop Du Shaoqing, and Xu Le's words could not persuade him. It was only because of Zhou Yu, Dongfang Yu, and that flower that he slowly unbuttoned his military uniform that he had never undone in front of outsiders, that he had already made his decision.
No matter how important external factors seemed to be, the most difficult choice had to be made by oneself in the end.
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Dozens of Special Task Force agents in black suits quickly set up a cordon. Seven dark-colored armed helicopters landed on the wide lawn in front of the president's official residence. The snow had just fallen from the sky and was not heavy, but the strong wind from the helicopters' rotors rolled up the snow that covered the lawn and tore the snow into pieces. It was like a snowstorm had struck.
President Pabre stood by the window of the oval office and watched the soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division disembark from the armed helicopters one after another. He looked at the general who was at the front of the group walking towards the official residence. The expression on his face changed from anger to deep disappointment, and finally into a deathly silence.
He walked to his desk and listened to the heavy door behind him open. He did not turn around. He slowly filled his glass with hard liquor, and then quietly looked at the amber liquid in the glass for a long time.
"I already thought that Shen Li might have a problem. So, is it your turn to have a problem now?"
President Pabre asked with mixed feelings. He reached out and held the glass as if he wanted to drink it in one gulp, but for some reason, he slowly let go. He held the edge of the table with both hands, leaned forward slightly, and lowered his head.
Du Shaoqing walked into the oval office with no expression on his face. He took off his military cap and held it between his arms. He saluted with a bang. After a moment of silence, he said, "Yes, I have a problem."
President Pabre did not ask Du Shaoqing what the problem was. He said self-deprecatingly, "When everyone has a problem, then it is obvious that the person who has a problem should be me."
After saying this, his body seemed to become unusually heavy. His tired hands holding the edge of the table could no longer bear it. His broad back trembled slightly, like a mountain that was about to collapse.
His wife refused to come down from the bedroom upstairs. His daughter had not eaten at the same table as him in the bedroom upstairs for three years. Outside the window of the official residence, the slogans of the silent marching crowd could be faintly heard. These people used to be his staunchest supporters three years ago.
Countless staff members were still nervously busy inside and outside the official residence. Hundreds of Special Task Force agents were dutifully guarding their posts. Supporters were still by the railings outside the lawn. Du Shaoqing was behind him. However, President Pabre's figure seemed particularly lonely, as if he was alone.
"Mr. President, I think that there is a problem with the emergency plan from Chairman Lee Jae-do. At the same time, I insist that he is not a real soldier, nor is he a simple politician. He is a strange deformed child. If the Federation continues to follow his plan, it will be very dangerous."
Du Shaoqing looked at the back of the president with mixed feelings and guilt.
President Pabre put his hands on the table and was silent for a long time. Then, as if he had sensed something, he subconsciously raised his head and looked at the people who supported him outside the lawn.
He saw the angry middle-aged men who were ready to stop the silent march in tears. He saw the young students who cheered for the arrival of the armed fighters of the Iron Seventh Division. It was as if he saw himself passionately distributing leaflets and protesting loudly in the streets. His mind buzzed like thunder.
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