"Your father is going to the capital." Shen Xin called Qi Rui in front of him and went straight to the point.
"Oh? Do you want me to go and greet him? "Qi Rui asked in a very ordinary way.
"He wants to ask the various troops who is willing to escort him to the capital." Shen Xin relayed Vézé's order truthfully.
Qi Rui was surprised at first, but then he gradually became a little happy. After staying in Beijing for a few months as the vice-chairman of the military commission in charge of military orders, Qi Rui had begun to lean towards forceful means of purging.
Compared with the North American theater of operations, the various theaters in Asia had probably been peaceful for too long. Soldiers had gradually lost their correct judgment of war. They felt that being a soldier was just a formality, or that being a soldier gave them a chance to make a meteoric rise. No matter which one it was, they lacked the correct understanding of the battlefield. The proportion of officers with this kind of tendency was far higher than that of soldiers, and Qi Rui was extremely dissatisfied with this fact. This also made Qi Rui understand why there was a military academy principal who hoped to avoid Vézé's conflict with the central government. If this kind of thing happened in North America, probably a group of indignant soldiers would have gone straight to those who were against Vézé.
Looking at Qi Rui's excited expression, Shen Xin was not so optimistic. He said with a somewhat tired expression, "Commander-in-chief asked you to ask, so just ask. Don't take it for granted. "
Qi Rui was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Is there anyone who is not willing?"
"Materialist dialectics tell us that things may exist. But things that we can't observe do not exist for us. So you have to practice. Don't take it for granted. "Shen Xin's voice was rather tired.
"I'll go and contact them now." Qi Rui left Shen Xin's office without looking back.
Fifteen minutes later, Qi Rui finally met the first group commander who did not first ask "what happened" after hearing the question, but immediately said that he was determined to complete the mission. As soon as he put down the phone, Qi Rui's secretary ran in. "Vice Chairman, there were two calls just now. They're all asking what happened. "
Qi Rui's face darkened. He said unhappily, "If anyone comes to ask what happened, tell them that it's nothing. If someone takes the initiative to say that the first thing they want to do is to complete the mission, then let me know. "
Although the secretary was confused, she didn't ask any more questions. Qi Rui leaned back in his chair. He had an idea on how to reorganize the army. The first duty of a soldier was to obey orders. It was like an army meeting, telling everyone that they were going to conquer a mountain. The ones who would be valued would definitely be the commanders who directly expressed their willingness to take responsibility and then brought out their own ideas of attacking the mountain top. Those who imagined a battlefield that was too vast would be told to think too much. As for those who asked "why" after listening to the order, they would probably be put on the elimination list.
Out of all the troops who had inquired just now, the first one who had immediately expressed that they were determined to complete the mission after hearing the order was the army group stationed in Vancouver. None of the army groups in the Asian part showed the attitude that a political Liberation Army should have. After feeling depressed for a moment, Qi Rui encouraged himself to cheer up. If he hadn't experienced such a mistake, how would he know what was right?
In the end, Qi Rui decided to give the Asian army groups a chance. If they recognized the obligation and integrity of a soldier and were willing to answer with the right attitude, Qi Rui was still willing to let the Asian troops escort Vézé. After setting a 24-hour grace period in his mind, Qi Rui settled down and continued to do his own things.
There were still about four hours before the 24-hour time limit. Someone came to look for Qi Rui. It was a lieutenant general from the General Staff Headquarters who had fought with Qi Rui in North America. The lieutenant general closed the door with an expression as if he knew a secret and asked in a low voice, "Vice Chairman, I heard that His Majesty is going back to Beijing?"
"Who told you that?" Qi Rui looked at him with a little interest.
"A lot of people know," the lieutenant general replied.
"Who specifically?" Qi Rui asked.
"This …" The lieutenant general didn't want to talk about it.
Qi Rui picked up the phone and said, "Hello, ask someone from the security office to come over."
Half a minute later, the comrade from the security office opened the door and rushed in. Qi Rui said calmly, "Ask him to explain clearly who said that His Majesty was going back to the capital."
Qi Rui thought he would be very angry, but when he saw the lieutenant general being taken away, Qi Rui found himself calm. He didn't know whether to praise himself for becoming more shrewd or to think that he had lost all hope. Qi Rui also couldn't tell. But he knew very well that there was nothing to talk about now that things had reached this point. It was not enough to rely on the weapon of criticism, and it was also necessary to use the weapon of criticism.
Another four hours passed, and there was still no news about the other troops. Qi Rui did not care too much. He immediately made a call to the army headquarters stationed in Vancouver. "Do you still remember what we talked about yesterday?"
"Yes. We are determined to complete the mission! "The signal on the other end of the phone was not good, but the tone was very determined.
"Sending one division is enough. But the entire army has to come as well, "Qi Rui replied with satisfaction.
"Shall we send the armored troops?" The political commissar on the other end of the line was very excited.
"Can we transport them in time? We don't have experience. "Qi Rui was worried.
"We will do our best. Load as much as we can, and it won't take up any time. "The political commissar seemed to want his troops to perform well.
"… Okay." Qi Rui could only answer like this.
Perhaps the lieutenant general betrayed his loyalty under the interrogation of the security office and confessed to some people, and then this group of people was also taken away. In the next few days, Qi Rui still didn't receive a reply from the various Asian military regions. This couldn't help but make Qi Rui feel deeply disappointed. He didn't understand. Was it so difficult to be a simple and straightforward soldier? Holding the army in his hands and having the attitude of sitting on the fence, was this a soldier? Even if he wasn't a warlord, he was at least a military chief!
The training in the North American theater of operations was indeed in place. The entire army quickly gathered enough ships and rushed from North America to Asia as quickly as possible. The armored troops did not arrive so quickly. They gathered in Tianjin. Some of the other troops rushed to Nanjing and began to station near Beijing.
The world was shocked. What made the shock even more intense was that Vézé made a public speech and fiercely criticized some people in the central government for completely ignoring the actions of the party organization. At the same time, he announced that he would stop his vacation and return to Beijing.
Many people turned pale. They never thought that Vézé could endure for so long without saying a word. They didn't expect Vézé to act so decisively. There were also some people who cheered loudly with tears in their eyes. Most people breathed a long sigh of relief. What His Majesty Vézé represented was glory, victory, correctness, and greatness. Many people might not love the emperor, but everyone believed in him. They believed that His Majesty represented the vast number of working people as the ideals he promoted. Now that the vast number of working people were feeling pain, probably only His Majesty Vézé could believe in him.
The tracks of the armored vehicles were covered with rubber pads to prevent them from crushing the road. The long line of armored vehicles protected several identical vehicles. There were no pedestrians on the streets. The convoy stopped in front of the gate of the Old Summer Palace office area. At this time, the gate of the office area was open, and armored vehicles had already driven in.
Vézé didn't expect to return to Beijing like this. He felt that he probably knew this would happen when he left Beijing.
The car drove through the gate and arrived at the office building. Ziyang and the others were already waiting. It was Shen Xin who came to open the door for Vézé. He said to Vézé in a low voice, "Commander-in-chief, there are five people who didn't come. Three of them are sick, and two of them are missing. "
Hearing a certain joy in Shen Xin's voice, Vézé smiled and said, "Most of them came."
"Yes …" There was a hint of embarrassment in Shen Xin's voice.
"Then let's go to the meeting." Vézé took large strides forward. Those who originally thought that they were going to shake hands according to tradition hurriedly made way for Vézé when they saw him coming straight in. They watched as Vézé walked straight into the office building.
Facing the Central Committee members who had already arrived, Vézé said, "I really want to know one thing. Which part of the Restoration Party stipulates that you accept the requests of other organizations in the name of the party organization? "
Everyone was stunned. They thought of thousands of reasons that Vézé might blame them. The only thing they didn't expect was that Vézé would blame them on the basis of party discipline.
"Maybe you think that you are officials. But in my opinion, you are first and foremost members of the Restoration Party. And between officials and party members, I value your identity as members of the Restoration Party more. Because I don't talk to officials about major issues. Officials are just civil servants and clerks. Every member of the Restoration Party is first and foremost a member of the ruling class, so we must talk about major issues. Now, I see that some people have abandoned themselves and have no clear understanding of their own identity. I am very sad. "Vézé's voice wasn't very loud, but his attitude was clear. Some people felt more uneasy, while others felt much more relaxed.
On the seventh day after Vézé's arrival in the capital, the Central Committee meeting from all over the country decided to remove Ziyang from the position of chairman and remove Ziyang from all positions in the party. Secretary Luo of the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee became chairman, and a comrade with eagle eyebrows became premier.
With Vézé's call and Qi Rui's return to North America. The large-scale opposition of the masses subsided.
In the next three years, there were a large number of personnel changes within the party. The task of strengthening the party organization became the top task of the Restoration Party. However, Vézé didn't get to see this. In the spring of 1913, Vézé died. He was 80 years old.
After Vézé's death, Qi Rui only made one suggestion, hoping that every ten years, the capital could be switched between Asia and North America. This suggestion was passed, and the original city of Vancouver was renamed Tokyo, becoming the capital of the Min dynasty in North America.
In 1922, Marshal Qi Rui retired and became the Secretary General of the Restoration Party, the President of the State, and the Chairman of the Military Commission. After Vézé no longer held these three positions at the same time, the power restructuring that had not been completed by the previous four chairmen was finally completed in the hands of Qi Rui.
Qi Hongyi didn't live to see this day. She died in Nanjing the next year after Vézé's death.
Bu Ran wasn't surprised that her husband Qi Rui had climbed to the top of power. She had always hoped to stand beside the man with the last power to calm the anxiety in her heart. Moreover, Qi Rui's office in North America could be said to be 'close to home.'
"Qi Rui, what will happen in the future?" Bu Ran leaned against Qi Rui. Her and Qi Rui's two children had already gone to school, and they no longer had to take them with them every day. The couple also spent more time together.
"In the future, it will be work. If there are no mistakes, I can probably work for two full terms. Then I will retire. "Qi Rui talked about the future in a relaxed tone.
"Do you feel that you are at a disadvantage?" Bu Ran found a question that she felt could represent her thoughts.
"My father's last words before he died were, don't quarrel. Then he faced death calmly without saying a word. Some people said that he was not brave enough to continue to fight against death. I don't want to think so. Daring to face death calmly and accept death, probably can be regarded as a rare kind of courage. "Qi Rui replied thoughtfully.
"So what?" Bu Ran also heard Vézé's last words, but it was obvious that she could not understand Vézé's choice.
Qi Rui gently stroked his wife's beautiful face and replied with some interest, "My father has made countless contributions, but his choice is still discussed by so many people. It's hard to come to a conclusion. You want a person like me to make a conclusion for myself, how can I do it? "
Regarding his father's death, until now, Qi Rui still felt that it was a little unrealistic. If his father could live for hundreds of thousands of years, Qi Rui would not be surprised. However, what took away Vézé's life was just pneumonia and complications.
There were no last words, no heroic words. Compared to his life, Vézé's death was pitiful. If there was anything that could make people feel that they were at a disadvantage, probably no one was more qualified than Vézé to feel that way.
However, Qi Rui felt that his father would never consider the problem in this way. A person who never cared about other people's evaluation, and didn't even have last words, how could he consider whether he was at a disadvantage or not?
"You really don't know?" Bu Ran enjoyed the feeling of being touched by her husband. She closed her eyes and leaned against Qi Rui. Then, Bu Ran felt her husband's body suddenly stiffen. When she opened her eyes, Bu Ran saw that Qi Rui's face was very ugly.
'You really don't know', these words gave Qi Rui a strong stimulation. These words reminded Qi Rui of Chu Xue.
Two years ago, Qi Rui received a call from Chu Xue. She was seriously ill and bedridden, hoping to see Qi Rui one more time. Her face was pale and bloodless, which made Qi Rui feel a kind of panic. Chu Xue gently held Qi Rui's hand. It was cruel to say it, but this was the first time that Chu Xue took the initiative to hold Qi Rui's hand. This was the first time, and probably the last time. Chu Xue said with a smile, "Qi Rui. Although I don't want to tell you, I can't help but want to tell you. You probably don't know, but I have always loved you. "
No matter what Chu Xue said, it wouldn't make Qi Rui feel any more shocked. Looking at Qi Rui's almost petrified appearance, Chu Xue's face showed a little color. She said weakly, "See, you really don't know."
"Then why …" Although there were thousands of words, Qi Rui could only say so much.
"Although I love you very much, I can't find a reason to live with you. You've never given me a reason to do so. On the day we separated, if you rushed to my house and wanted to take me away, I would probably go with you. But I waited for a long time, and you didn't come. When you appear again, just tell me that you've done everything you've said before. "
…
Although two years had passed, Qi Rui still felt like his heart was being cut by a knife when he thought about it. His life was like a train that had long been set on a track, running forward non-stop. But in this life, he met a love that could make him truly happy. But in the end, he still missed it.
The only person who had a chance to let Qi Rui get what he wanted was his father, Vézé. And at that time, his father also helped him with an extremely low standard. Qi Rui rejected his father's help …
"Qi Rui, what's wrong?" Bu Ran asked in confusion.
Because of the deep guilt and regret, Qi Rui almost reflexively became energetic. He stared at his wife's eyes and said seriously, "I really don't know."
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
