In the Liberation Army, the marshal's uniform was no different from that of the soldiers. The only difference was that the various badges of the marshal were not military badges, but national emblems. From an administrative point of view, the marshal was at the same level as the premier of the State Council and was a leader of the party and the country.
However, it was not the national emblem that made the commander of the East Sea Theater of Operations sweat. The weather was already hot, and it was normal for a slightly obese middle-aged and old soldier to sweat. What was not so normal was that the only marshal of the republic so far was staring at the general with a sharp gaze.
"… Your Majesty, our theater of operations thinks … there is no need to intensify the conflict. That's why we didn't immediately respond to General Qi Rui's request to send troops to escort … "the general stammered. Like the current senior soldiers, the commander also made his mark in the North American War. So he knew the attitude of the North American troops who were escorting His Majesty the emperor toward Vézé. The entire middle and lower level soldiers of the Liberation Army were absolute supporters of Vézé, and the army of the North American Theater of Operations had a special affection for His Majesty.
The commander had once refused the request to send troops, so his future was probably in jeopardy. And if His Majesty the emperor really ordered to kill, probably no one could stop him. At least the soldiers of the North American Theater of Operations would not hesitate to obey Emperor Vézé's orders.
"I want to ask you something. The so-called leader of the so-called college student organization on TV is the son of the deputy commander of the East Sea Theater of Operations, right? "Vézé did not look angry at all, because he was not angry at all. Dealing with things had nothing to do with emotions.
"… Yes," the commander replied with some trepidation.
"Has the theater of operations dealt with this?" Vézé asked coldly.
"… No." The commander's voice was bitter, but he felt as if he had understood something.
"I'd like to know what you think of the party organization," Vézé continued to ask.
"…" Although the party meetings were often held, he couldn't remember any of the usual clichés. This made the commander sweat even more.
Vézé looked at his watch and noted the time. He was really willing to give people a chance, but sometimes he really had no choice. Time did not allow for it.
Five minutes later, Vézé dismissed the commander. Half an hour later, the commander discovered in disbelief that the troops escorting Vézé had departed for the north. The whole thing seemed to have ended just like that.
After feeling relaxed for less than a minute, the commander suddenly felt despair. Stammering in front of His Majesty without saying anything, one could imagine how bad the impression he left on His Majesty was. If His Majesty pointed at his nose and scolded him, it meant that His Majesty still had expectations. The only explanation for letting him go so easily was that His Majesty had completely given up.
After going through many trials to reach his current position, the commander suddenly saw his destination. Tears streamed down his face. In great grief, the name of the culprit suddenly popped up in the commander's mind. That's right! It was that Deputy Commander. If it wasn't for that brat from his family causing trouble, he wouldn't have been implicated. If the commander-in-chief had given the order to arrest the deputy commander-in-chief a long time ago, instead of taking into consideration the comradeship and the background of the deputy commander-in-chief, he would not have taken the attitude of trying to keep the peace. His Majesty would probably not be completely disappointed in the commander.
"Let's go back. Let the head of the security department see me, "the commander-in-chief fiercely shouted at the guards beside him. Some things were never too late to be done. Even if the commander-in-chief was dismissed, he had to let the deputy commander-in-chief taste the taste of prison before he was dismissed.
Qi Rui did not follow his father all the way to the north. When Vézé asked the troops to escort him to the north, Qi Rui did not have the thought that this matter would probably not end well. However, as time went by, this thought became stronger and stronger. It was impossible to eradicate interest groups, but the method of going against Vézé because of the interests of a small group was really beyond Qi Rui's imagination.
Since things had come to this point, Qi Rui chose to stay in Beijing. If someone really did not know what was good for them, Qi Rui could not let his father enter the enemy's territory.
The phone rang, and it was a yellow phone. This made Qi Rui slightly hesitate. A yellow phone meant that the party who called was likely to be a retired senior soldier. What were these people calling for?
Picking up the phone, an old voice sounded on the other side of the phone, "Is this Qi Rui? This is Ke Gongyu. "
Hearing that it was the principal, Qi Rui quickly smiled and said, "Principal, what can I do for you?"
"Nothing much." Ke Gongyu's voice was murderous, "I don't know who gave those bastards advice. They asked them to come to my door and ask to see me. These bastards who dare to do it but dare not to admit it want me to help them get away with it. There's really no way. Qi Rui, you must have made your own decision this time. If it were me, I would never let those bastards who disgraced the Restoration Party go. "
Qi Rui's heart moved, he could not help but interrupt Ke Gongyu's words, "Principal … why do you say that they disgraced the Restoration Party?"
Hearing this, Ke Gongyu sneered, "Hmph! Kid, do you think those people disgraced your father? The ones who disgraced your father are us old brothers. We did something out of line because your father didn't lead us well. Compared to us old brothers, your son is probably at the back. But what these guys did now, it's because our Restoration Party didn't control them well. Disgracing the Restoration Party is naturally disgracing the Restoration Party. Why, kid, can't you understand this? "
Qi Rui did not know how to answer for a moment. Ke Gongyu's perspective was really unique. Even after hearing it with his own ears, Qi Rui could not fully understand it. However, this view made Qi Rui feel that he had a new view of the world.
"How long until your father arrives in the capital … I shouldn't ask this. When your father arrives in the capital, immediately send a car to pick me up. I'm going to see your father. "Ke Gongyu hung up after saying that.
Although Qi Rui was very polite to the old seniors, when he asked himself, he actually knew that he did not like those old guys. But Principal Ke Gongyu was obviously not one of them. Especially this condescending speech, it made Qi Rui respect the old man even more.
"Disgracing the Restoration Party …" Qi Rui could not help but mutter to himself.
Just before the armored troops rumbled into Beijing, Ke Gongyu received a call from Qi Rui and was then sent to the side of the troops in a car. After a very brief conversation, the old man sat in Vézé's car. Without any small talk, Ke Gongyu said, "Commander in Chief. Those bastards dared to talk to a group of bullsh * t students as the dignified leader of the Restoration Party. Do they know what is face … No, do they know what is face? "
"I actually don't object to communicating with the people." Vézé laughed. He always talked like this when talking to his old brothers. They were all old guys, even if they quarreled when they met, there were not many opportunities.
Ke Gongyu was not as calm as Vézé. When he thought of the recent mess, Ke Gongyu could not contain his anger. He said angrily, "Even if you want to communicate, you should communicate with people who are doing serious things. Those little bastards are young, but their appetites are very big. They probably have someone behind them. I don't believe that they all jumped out of their own accord. "
Vézé patted his old brother's hand comfortingly. "Did they jump out of their own accord, or did someone instruct them to jump out of their own accord? We will find out when we enter the capital. Making wild guesses is a completely unrealistic approach. We should save our breath and warm our stomachs. "
"Good! This time, we must not indulge them. Commander in Chief, you have been too indulgent these years! "Ke Gongyu's anger had not subsided, and he could not help but scold Vézé.
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