Chapter 187: Singing a sad song in the west wind

There is an old man on the shore of Lake Philadelphia, from the president to the street vendors. Everyone is accustomed to calling him the old man with great respect and affection. The uncle chewed buffalo meat in the mine with red wine and called him disdainful old man. Xu Le also called him, but this does not mean that he has the confidence and qualifications of his uncle to ignore the glory of this person.

Old guy? There are people in this universe who dare to call a generation of military gods so coldly and sarcastically? Xu Le did not hide the shock in his eyes and stared at Zhong Shouhu opposite the wine table.

In a sense, Zhong Shouhu was the first person in Xilin, and Li Pifu, the war god he mentioned coldly before, was undoubtedly the first person in the federal government. This has nothing to do with the political system. It is purely a manifestation of the frenzy of the people and the will of the army. Even in the land of Xilin, Zhong Shouhu said this with a hint of unwillingness and a hint of anger.

In order to plan the time span, Li Pifu, the God of the Union, would definitely cross several constitutional calendars, use Xilin as a training ground to deliberately retain the remaining imperial expeditionary forces. In the way of Xilin's rotation battle, the federal army in the temporary peace era kept smelling the smell of bloody smoke, accustomed to the cruelty of war, and enhance the combat effectiveness of the troops...

This is a strategic arrangement that is easy to guess. Even many people in the upper class of the federal government know that it is a state that is absent. But what is a bit cold is that no one in the entire federal government has made any noise in the past decade, even though they know how unfair and cold-blooded this strategic arrangement is to the citizens on the fallen star and to the entire Xilin region.

Xu Le was the same, until he heard the middle-aged man across the table disdain to say the three words "Old Man". He buzzed in his mind, remembering the fact that he should have understood a long time ago, accepting the federal strategy that federal youth like him had been deliberately forgotten, giving birth to a few sincere shame, and then being silent.

His outlook on life is not what those old people from aristocratic families disdain but hate: only black and white, day and night, light and darkness, clear-cut, tenacious and cold. In fact, he knew very well that there were always all kinds of unscrupulous things in the world, and there must be gray areas. Only when the gray shadows crossed his bottom line, he would react fiercely.

The God of War Li Pivu and the federal government sacrificed the peace of the entire Xilin region to continuously consume the empire's huge expedition and will, in order to maintain the alertness of the entire Federation and the combat effectiveness of the entire Federation troops. This is a cold-blooded but absolutely correct plan, for the future of the entire Federation and the sustainable development of the ethnic groups in this universe, such a strategic plan is not only wise, but there seems to be no other words to describe it.

Xu Le thought so too. He didn't think that the old man was wrong in his consideration. He was just now in Xilin land, surrounded by Xilin soldiers and civilians who were tired and even numb during decades of war. He had just returned from the front line of the deserted tombs of early residents who had fallen into the sky with bloody smell and fell on the wilderness. He only realized that Xilin people would definitely not think so.

"Since the beginning of the Constitutional Calendar, Xilin has been fighting together. The war has never really subsided in one day, but it has never burned into the field manor of the people in the capital's Star Circle."

"All Xilin men always go to the battlefield to experience the most severe test of their lives. Within three generations of our Zhong family, more than 100 direct-line children have died because of this. Not to mention the ordinary Xilin people, the owner of this restaurant was originally four brothers, but he may have returned alive from the battlefield."

Zhong Shouhu's voice became particularly light, like coffee brewed with countless cups of water, exuding a subtle but unpleasant taste: "You and I are professional soldiers, guarding the land and protecting the people, serving the Federation, and dying in the battlefield, so it is natural... But why do I, Xilin, have to bear the pain of sending black hair from generation to generation?"

"The most shameful thing is that it would be fine if it was really defeated. With my strong courage, Xilin Erlang, can't we drive those empire boys out of the star field? But... the people in the capital's star circle are unwilling."

A deep mockery appeared on the corner of Zhong Shouhu's lips, but he didn't know if he was mocking his concessions back then, saying: "Wars require logistics and resources, not just the banknotes and love donated by the Shanglin people. Those who can buy a good life but cannot buy real victory. If the federal government does not give these, the energy quota is seriously insufficient. How can we fight?"

He looked at Xu Le's slightly lowered eyes and said in a deep voice: "After all, the government is not worried that by fighting to raise bandits, and continuous assistance will fatten up my Zhong family, the largest, most arrogant and shameless warlord in the universe."

"Especially that shit-rotten battle." Zhong Shouhu's eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light gradually penetrated. "When the real tough battle is about to die, we Xilin people are on the side. The people in the capital star circle are like audiences watching operas. Occasionally, they play some roles on stage. When the end is over, they have to stand in the center of the actors and accept the President's handshake and kind reward... Is this fair to Xilin?"

Xu Le, who had been silent for a long time, clenched his fists slightly, and said with a slight silence and disconfidence: "But the old man's strategic plan is not wrong. After all, it is for the Federation..."

"For the sake of the Federation, who will care about Xilin's life or death?"

Zhong Shouhu looked at him silently: "The Xilin people are like orphans of the Federation, wandering in the universe, singing sad songs in the west wind... In the end, they can only get some alms from kind-hearted people."

Xu Le suddenly thought of the Xilin folk song he learned on the 163 Falling Star. He felt a little confusion and sadness in his heart. He found that it was indeed difficult to sort out these complicated things with his own thinking ability.

The night wind entered the window, the red soup slightly condensed, and the atmosphere at the wine table also fell into a frozen state with silence, until Zhong Shouhu smiled and picked up the wine glass, broke the embarrassment, and said calmly: "The boring topic ends here, change to a happier topic."

"For example, what?" Xu Le's somewhat depressed mood was difficult to follow the rhythm of the other party's speech and immediately excited.

"For example, Du Shaoqing, who once suffered a great loss in your hands... Like you, he is a federal hero deliberately trained by the old guy and the federal government. I said he is just a smarter pig. Do you have any objections?"

Xu Le smiled bitterly and said, "I have no objection. I even agree with Uncle Tian's evaluation of Commander Shaoqing, that is, an ice and snow pig demon."

"Don't please me, although I always think that Tian Dabangzi beat Du Shaoqing back then would definitely be among the top three of the most fun things I have ever seen in my life."

Zhong Shouhu laughed three times, suddenly curled his smile and said solemnly: "But Du Shaoqing is indeed smart. In the first hospital, my grades are not as good as him. I have suppressed him from entering the Xilin Front for ten years. The capital star circle and the Ministry of National Defense have a lot of opinions. Do you also think I am a jealous person?"

"I don't know." Xu Le replied honestly.

"Actually, the reason is very simple. Although I am called the largest warlord in the federal government, I am a federal citizen who grew up under a democratic system. Of course, above this, I am even a Xilin man." Zhong Shouhu looked at him and said calmly: "So as long as I live for one day, I will suppress Du Shaoqing and the group of soldiers he represents at all costs."

Xu Le stared at him in a daze, wondering what this word meant.

"Du Shaoqing likes to dress up as the Hanmei in Xueli, and dresses himself as the most standard professional soldier in the universe. His goal in life is to become the second Lipianfu." Zhong Shouhu said slightly, "But don't forget that the Hongmei in Xueli is as beautiful as blood. This person has the most fanatical heart under his coldness."

"I always remember that this person said in a strategic seminar in school: To defeat the empire that has been doing its best, the federal government needs to be stronger, and the federal political structure must become more efficient and simpler."

"How would Xilin live his life if such a hardliner officer was allowed to take the stage of the federal stage? But this is not the key. The most important thing is that from that moment on, I always feel that there is a very dangerous tendency within the federal government, or to be precise, within the military, that is, some people have a strong desire to change the government system."

Xu Le really wanted to say that you are a typical representative of military personnel's interference in politics. He quickly took a sip of wine and almost choked.

Zhong Shouhu looked at the night tree outside the window with a serious expression and said in a deep voice: "If a military government appeared in the Federation, what would the world become?"

Hearing the words "Military Government", Xu Le's eyes gradually narrowed. It was obvious that the term was quite unfamiliar, but for some reason, he felt that the hairs on the back of his neck were erecting because of some chill, and his brain was running quickly. The introduction of the military government in the dictionary and the absurd interpretations of Master Schiller's several dramas gradually became clear.

"Impossible." He said very firmly: "The Federation has a Charter Bureau, and it is impossible for a deformed monster like the military government to appear!"

"Is that true?" Zhong Shouhu raised his eyebrows slightly and said slowly: "There is a Charter Bureau in the dynasty era. How did His Majesty the Emperor take the dragon throne? Charter Glory never seems to have been a staunch defender of the federal political system. I want to think that the Charter Bureau will only be a bystander in these aspects."

"Evidence, this kind of thing requires evidence."

Xu Le felt a strong sense of crisis. He grew up in a democratic society. Although he had felt the hypocrisy and weakness of the federal political system countless times, and even had many actions that were completely opposite to the spirit of the system, in the final analysis, deep in his heart, he still had a certain childlike persistence and innocence. He could not accept the Federation he loved deeply, and there would be a terrible future in which soldiers controlled all the will of the people with guns in their hands.

At this moment, he thought of the assassination in the underground gymnasium of Linhai Prefecture. Yang Jinsong, the deputy minister of the Ministry of National Defense, and the young and strong officers from the Second Military Region, used military mechas to launch a shameful attack on a federal citizen in order to maintain the glory of the so-called troops.

Many scenes flashed through my mind, overlapping them gradually became heavier. However, no matter the information feedback given by the old guy or the things he had, it was impossible to convince him to add such serious accusations to Du Shaoqing, even if he did not like this indifferent major general and commander.

"What evidence did you have in your hands before you killed Medellin?" Zhong Shouhu asked coldly.
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