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Chapter 117 I don't want to erect a statue (1)

Chapter 117 I Don’t Want to Establish a Statue (I)

The temperature in Philadelphia is never too low in winter, especially at the lake at the foot of the mountain, where there is only a shallow layer of snow on the roof. The fresh sun shines on the thin snow in the morning, making them seem to be about to burn, and they really begin to melt themselves into subtle streams of water, which falls along the ancient eaves corners and ticks on the wet ground.

These subtle rains have been smashed for many years, but they have not had time to make clear marks on the hard ground. Just like the old man in the room with thin and calm eyes, shining and hot in the Federation for many years, but still cannot change too many old things in essence. The slim self-satisfactory hall in my hometown, Philadelphia, opened the gate with brass nails as usual, and the young boys shouted the white mist and kicked the puppets with thin grass, just like him back then.

The water on the eaves is still flowing slowly.

The tick is the boring swing of the hour hand that is always calm and makes people feel suffocated. The little boy holding a string of red candy and looking at the newborn red sun was drooling greedily. The comforting electronic self-test sound in the m37 mecha cabin with the right mechanical leg broken on the battlefield of gunpowder.

Tick-tick-tick is the imitation of the sound of a beautiful little girl wearing a white cotton suit playing the first aid female doctor. Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-

Tick ​​stop.

There was no power and jumping on the light curtain, and it turned into a straight line, extending directly to the edge from left to right, with no end and always calm.

On the other side of the glass curtain wall, experts from the treatment team of the Army General Hospital and the federal generals took off their headphones and instruments in numbness, staring at the old man on the bed, unable to believe their eyes, and always felt that the scene they saw was fake.

General Miles stared at red eyes without saying a word, allowing tears to wash out. He washed his eyes and wrinkles, which were already very old. It was just a long time, but the picture he saw in front of him did not change at all.

General Li Zaidao knelt beside the bed, holding his father's increasingly cold hands tightly, with no emotion in his eyes, then lowered his head, pressed his hot forehead against his father's cold hands, hiding his face in the shadow, and speaking at a very fast speed some words of unknown meaning, as if saying goodbye or continuation.

There was a sound of impact in the courtyard outside the door. Some people seemed to want to stop and explain something, but some people didn't want to hear any explanation. They rushed over and opened the closed door. Then they saw the old man with his eyes closed on the bed and the middle-aged general kneeling beside the bed.

Li Feng, who was covered in dust, blinked his eyes, and his youth gradually faded, and only his calmness and strength suddenly flashed a hint of confusion and helplessness between his eyes and eyes.

A second later, this expression of confusion and helplessness disappeared instantly. He took a deep breath, slowly stepped forward, walked to the hospital bed, then knelt down with a bang, knocked his hard head on the damn floor, and fell down like a mountain.

For him, grandpa's departure was like the highest mountain in his heart falling.

"My sister-in-law will not arrive in three hours."

Colonel Li Feng pressed his head against the ground, his whole body trembled in pain. No one saw his eyes and snot erupting in his face in an uncontrollable manner. He said in a trembling voice: "I'm too late to come back."

General Li Zaidao stood up slowly, carefully tidied up his military uniform, looked at the bed quietly, raised his hand to salute.

The general behind the glass curtain wall and the expert door of the Army General Hospital slowly raised his right hand and paid the highest military salute to the thin old man on the bed.

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The death of the God of War Li Pivu not only means that the highest mountain in his heart suddenly collapses for Colonel Li Feng, but many people in the Federation have the same feeling. The major incident in Philadelphia in the early morning is still under strict news control, but the official residence of the capital Special Administrative Region, the terrace of the back mountain of Mochou, and the federal fleet on the far side of the stars have already received the news first.

President Pabur looked silently at the snow on the green grass outside the Oval Office, and at the fat pigeons foraging in the snow. Sentimental and heavy pressure appeared in his quiet eyes.

On the terrace, Mrs. Tai held a cup of coffee, listening to Butler Jin's return on the private plane to Philadelphia, looking at the picturesque snowy country, sadness and longing flowed without any concealment on her face.

She and Li Pifu have known each other for many years, and she has an inseparable friendship with his family. The most important thing is that Li Pifu is the person she truly respects, so only his departure in the entire universe can make her express the deepest sadness in her heart without any concealment.

On the other end of the Late Scorpion Nebula, somewhere in the distant and unfamiliar Zuotian Star Field, General Hong Yuliang, the highest commander of the Federation Fleet, stared at himself with red eyes in the mirror, and naturally remembered the teacher who spoke loudly many years ago, who liked to tell pornographic jokes, and was completely different from the heroes in the brochure.

When the teacher saw her for the first time, he laughed at her for being red like a rabbit. Rabbit, white rabbit, a pair of white rabbits. Yes, that's what the teacher said at that time, and that's what she said at that time.

Hong Yuliang turned on the hot water switch, letting the fog cover the entire lens, covering the haggard and sad face in the mirror, and the pair of red rabbit-like eyes, and then began to cry in the hot fog.

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Xilin Sunset State faces south, the Federal Changfeng Military Base tarmac, the Federal Standard Calendar, the early February of the 72nd year of the Constitutional Calendar, it should have been in deep winter and cold, but this is only for S1. Xu Le, wearing sunglasses, enjoyed the sunshine sprinkled from the blue sky above his head, enjoyed the warm smell clearly from the dark green military uniform, and felt comfortable to fall asleep.

The new federal space warship designed with a positive triangle floating wing slid from the distance of the apron. In the deformed air with strong sunlight, the clear federal military flag could be seen faintly. The space warship drilled through the water gate formed by six water sticks in succession and slowly drove to stop.

The grand welcome ceremony, lively military music, the red carpet of newly arranged gangways, and the beautiful bouquet girl suddenly woke up, squinted her eyes and looked at these scenes through her sunglasses, thinking that Xilin had made so much preparations, even if the stranger who came to negotiate was still vigilant, he would probably be more happy.

The door of the Federal Battleship opened, and a middle-aged man in a black leather jacket slowly walked out, standing at the highest end of the gangway, waving to the black welcome crowd on the apron. Judging from the frequency and stiff posture of his arms, he was obviously very nervous.

In fact, it was not just him and the members of the delegation behind him who were nervous, but the federal military and civilians on the apron were nervous because everyone knew the historical significance of today's meeting.

Many years ago, the Empire visited the Federation with a silent mission like a suicide squad. Many years after that, the humans on both sides of the Scorpion Nebula never had direct contact again. Until today, a group of brave or idiotic imperial people came to the Federal land without ammunition but with negotiation conditions.

The extremely insulting word idiot is naturally not the evaluation made by me, a conscientious young historian.

"Idiot."

The brigade commander of the Second Quick Response Brigade of Xilin Military Region stood beside Xu Le. He looked at the stiff-moving imperial man above the gangway, took off his sunglasses and said calmly: "I came in just wearing a skin. Let the htd bureau go to cause trouble for him later."

Calmness and mockery are generally not allowed to be used in parallel, but this young brigade commander acted very naturally. Because calling the Imperial Man an idiot is a very natural and even close to the truth for the federal soldiers, he can be very calm.

Xu Le shrugged and walked towards the gangway without trying to subdue the atmosphere. Although he knew that this hostile atmosphere would not be of any benefit to formal negotiations, he knew better that decades of deep blood hatred could not be suppressed by his own words.

Presiding over the cooperation negotiations with the Imperial Underground Resistance Organization was the latest task assigned to him by the President, and of course it was the best excuse for the government radicals to expel him from the capital's star circle. After all, this matter was the line he held in the Empire from the beginning.

Xu Le was walking towards the gangway under the distant sunlight, and he had a lot of contact with members of the underground resistance organization who came from the Empire. He knew that there was not much difference between the other party and ordinary federal people, so he naturally would not feel troublesome.

He was just worried that there would be trouble in Philadelphia and in Shi Qinghai. I wonder if the uncle would go to see the old man for the last time, whether the uncle's safety would be problematic, and Mr. Shi began to become elusive again during this period, and every time he started to be elusive, it means that some troublesome things would happen.

Worried without any response, Xu Le asked the old guy to help him check Shi Qinghai's whereabouts, but was extremely surprised to find that the guy didn't know what method he used to hide the most critical scans of the Charter Glory.

Another problem is that Colonel Lake.

The Ministry of National Defense Internal Affairs Department arrested this person, and Tian Dabangzi said that he would not let him die very happily. Now the election is imminent, everything must start from stability. This person is temporarily detained in a secret military prison, but the problem is that he... did not actually commit suicide.

Killing himself is always a simple thing, especially for a well-trained special forces soldier like Colonel Lake, so he did not commit suicide, which means a very difficult thing for Xu Le.

There is very confident there, why do they have confidence?

"Col. Xu Le, it seems that you are not very happy to see your old friend." On the red carpet under the gangway, a middle-aged imperial man in black leather jacket looked at Xu Le in front of him and waved his arms exaggeratedly and complained: "Did you forget us guys who killed and set fire when you return to the Federation?"

The government translator standing among the crowd was very nervous when he heard this passage. He didn't know what kind of words he should use, which could accurately express the combat-style friendship between his friends of the Imperial Revolution, and prevent Colonel Xu Le from hearing the swearing words.
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