Sally clapped her hands: "Comrades, get up and change your clothes, cheer up, and show the style of the people of the Republic."
There were thirty people in the negotiating team.
Except for two guards who stayed at the training camp and eight other guards who escorted them in the car, the rest all changed into formal clothes and attended the reception reception.
Sally returned to her old job as an image artist, applying makeup to her companions one by one, striving to show the most glamorous side.
Xiao Ming is still wearing a grass-green general's uniform, with the Y logo on the big cap shining brightly.
After being modified by Sally, his thick eyebrows are like swords, and his face is as sharp as a knife.
In his handsome and handsome appearance, he reveals his rebelliousness and will definitely become the star of the audience. focus.
Sally was dressed in a decent white western-style skirt.
Her hair was flowing, the skirt was above her knees, and she had a slender waist.
She looked capable and feminine.
She was by Xiao Ming's side, like the moon and the sun.
Xiao Wu and Fatty put on Tang suits with oriental characteristics.
One was thin and the other was fat, just like the two generals Heng Ha.
According to Miss B’s tip, people attending the reception are not allowed to carry any weapons, otherwise they will not be able to pass the security gate.
These two personal bodyguards could only protect Sally with their bare hands, and Xiao Ming did not need protection.
Of course, if it is really the Hongmen Banquet, a negotiating team that has penetrated into the heart of the enemy, no one can escape.
After a battle into the city, Xiao Ming felt relieved.
At least it showed that the enemy was planning around the negotiation work and would not break his promise.
However, according to this situation, tonight's reception reception must be full of undercurrents and small moves.
Although the negotiations have not officially begun, Xiao Ming is already feeling a lot of pressure.
Tonight, he must work hard, adapt to changes, protect the dignity of the negotiating team and the Republic, and not let the enemy seize a sore foot.
The negotiating team rode on their own guerrilla ships and headed for the Empire State Building with the Imperial Police cars clearing the way.
There were not many pedestrians on the street.
After all, it was still in wartime and the empire's curfew had not yet been lifted.
At the beginning of the lanterns, the ancient street lamps emitted golden light, illuminating this ancient and modern survivor metropolis, giving it a sense of intertwining beauty of time and space.
Xiao Ming couldn't help but think of Gong Er.
The relationship between him and her had been cultivated here, but at this moment, she was lying alone in the empty underground ecological garden, lonely and cold.
If peace can be brought, perhaps scientists from the two countries can join forces to develop a vaccine so that humans are no longer threatened by nuclear mutant viruses.
Xiao Ming's eyes showed longing, and he became more determined to make this trip.
If he is truly the savior, then the achievements he is about to achieve will make him worthy of this title.
A tall and colorful building appeared in front, standing out among the surrounding buildings.
The huge red x standing on the top of the building was embedded in the dark night, as dazzling as blood.
Colorful lights decorate each floor in a colorful way.
Looking from a distance, each window is like a shining pearl dotting the boundless night sky.
The Empire State Building has arrived The guerrilla stopped in front of a red carpet, and two waiters in straight tuxedos bowed to welcome it.
At least in terms of superficial etiquette, the empire treated the negotiating team as honored guests.
Miss B, accompanied by Xiao Ming and Sally, walked toward the revolving door.
On both sides of the red carpet, imperial soldiers marched three steps to one post and five steps to one post, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Xiao Ming had the feeling that the enemy's high security was not aimed at the negotiating team, but more to intimidate the people.
This is Berlin, a core city-state dominated by citizens.
Could it be that it is also unstable?
Perhaps the Fourth Reich, which was founded on x-ism, is not as monolithic as imagined.
Or perhaps, the strategic nuclear bomb dropped by Xiao Ming on the port city-state crushed the last line of psychological defense of the citizens of the empire.
When Xiao Ming thought about it, his confidence in the negotiation increased a bit.
The reception was held in the banquet hall on the second floor of the empire, which could accommodate two thousand people dining at the same time.
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Through the transparent windows, you can see that the hall is filled with men and women wearing imperial costumes, greeting each other, and it is a social scene of the upper class.
The cheerful playing of the small live band was like a flowing ribbon wrapping around.
The negotiating team arrived at the door, and two waiters opened the two carved wooden doors and made the standard "please come in" gesture.
As soon as Xiao Ming stepped in the door, he felt like he had entered a dreamlike world.
The circular dome above the head is made of snowflake-white frosted glass with curved copper corners.
A giant waterfall-like crystal lamp hangs from the center.
The surrounding walls are made of mirrors and murals, with reflections from different angles.
The light rays form a series of bizarre beautiful scenery.
He felt suffocated, once again appreciating the pinnacle achievements of human civilization before the nuclear disaster, and a voice in his heart asked: Can humans go back?
Xiao Ming's wandering thoughts were interrupted by the fierce applause of the audience.
He thought he was welcoming the arrival of the negotiating team, but he saw a man in a brown military uniform walking proudly onto the presiding platform facing the aisle.
He raised his hand and pointed at Xiao Ming and his entourage who were entering the venue, flicked his shiny black hair, and on his eagle-like long face, a handful of his iconic black brush whiskers trembled, and uttered a unique and rhythmic voice: "The people of the empire Guys, let us give our warmest applause to the guests from far away, including our very familiar old friends, Xiao Ming, Xiao Wu, Fatty from the Roman team, and their image artist Sally."
The men and women in the venue turned their heads and applauded to welcome Xiao Ming and the others.
The polite applause was not enthusiastic, and some people's eyes were quite hostile.
Miss B remained calm and led the delegation to the three empty tables closest to the rostrum.
Xiao Ming's eyes never left Caesar on the stage.
This was the first real encounter between the two after he knew his true identity.
On the giant electronic screens on both sides, the pictures switched back and forth between the faces of Xiao Ming and Caesar.
Xiao Ming knew that there were cameras from various angles capturing his every move and even his subtle expressions.
He could not show any flaws and could only stare at Caesar aggressively, just like his majestic head and sharp edges.
Caesar also stared at him eagerly, and kept making witty remarks: "This is the worst era, because humans are dying, but it is also the best era, because we are still alive."
The whole audience burst into laughter and gloated, which is human nature.
There are many people who wish that others would die and only themselves would be alive.
The negotiating team also sat down with smiles.
Xiao Ming, Sally, Xiao Wu and Fatty, plus Miss B, sat at the table closest to the host table.
Seeing the table full of sumptuous food and drinks, the fat man immediately showed a greedy look.
Xiao Ming noticed that there were four empty seats next to him.
Could it be that all four consuls were coming?
But he heard Caesar's words change: "Mr.
Xiao Ming, on behalf of the people of the empire, I want to ask you: You claim to be the People's Republic of Europe and claim to fight for freedom, but for the freedom of 80,000 people, you destroyed Another hundred thousand people, is this what you call justice?"
"The Executioner" made several accusations from the surrounding tables.
Xiao Ming's face looked ugly, knowing that Caesar's attempt to make things difficult for him was a cover for "everyone has his own master", but this question really touched his sore spot.
Sally kicked him under the table to signal that he had nothing to say, otherwise he would be acquiescing to the accusation.
Xiao Ming reacted, stood up, and walked to the host table slowly.
In fact, he had not thought about what to say, but he had to say something.
The whole place fell silent, and the curiosity of the audience was aroused: what kind of sparks would these two god-like men collide with again after the X War?
When Xiao Ming stood on the hosting stage and faced thousands of pairs of eyes in the audience, he calmed down.
He has long been accustomed to a life of being the center of attention.
The more viewers there are, the less embarrassed he is.
Xiao Ming smiled and confronted Caesar face to face: "Sir, may I ask, what is xism?"
Caesar didn't expect him to ask himself this question, and shrugged: "Of course it's apocalyptic survivalism."
Xiao Ming counterattacked: "Your x-ism believes that the living space is limited, and you can do whatever it takes to survive.
Your own survival must be based on the death of others.
So, what is wrong with destroying the enemy for our own survival?
justice" The negotiating team in the audience almost applauded.
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Xiao Ming treated the other person in his own way, and also used the other party's spear to attack the other party's shield, leaving the enemy speechless.
Caesar was stunned.
He was an experienced host and immediately changed the subject: "Mr.
Xiao Ming, to be honest, I didn't expect that we would meet one day.
In the What surprises are you going to bring us this time?"
Xiao Ming took full control of the situation and suddenly said something shocking: "Whether it is surprise or joy is not decided by me alone.
Mr.
Caesar, whether it is long live xism or long live freedom, it is actually just a slogan.
We all know that this world Nothing lasts forever.
The only thing that lasts is truth.”
Everyone was shocked, including the negotiating team.
Because Xiao Ming's words, whether placed in the Fourth Reich or the Republic, are treasonous and subvert the people's inherent beliefs.
However, it seems that he is the only one qualified to say such a thing.
In the Republic, he is a powerful commander-in-chief of the Resistance Army.
Here, he is the chief representative for peace talks between the two countries.
In short, no one can restrain him.
Sally and Miss B, who were sitting in the audience, belonged to two camps.
At this moment, their eyes were the same.
They wanted to drag Xiao Ming down to prevent him from confusing the public with his nonsense.
However, they do not have this right.
Now, the only person who can stop Xiao Ming from talking is the host Caesar, who can use the reception process to end the conversation.
However, Caesar seemed to be shocked by Xiao Ming's sharp insights and appeared confused: "What is truth?"
Perhaps Xiao Ming's subversive remarks had a greater impact on Caesar, because he was deeply influenced by two beliefs at the same time, and he was the founder of the Republic who proposed "Long Live Liberty."
Xiao Ming did not expect that his unintentional words, which were also the truest thoughts in his heart, would cause such a huge impact.
Seeing the reactions of Caesar and the audience, he liked the feeling of being listened to.
His brain seemed to have opened a window, integrating the knowledge he had read in the e-book and adding his own insights: "Actually, , there is no complete definition of truth.
We can understand it as: truth is the operating law of this world.
As far as human beings are concerned, birth, aging, illness, and death are truth. " "Really?
This is the truth."
Caesar was led by Xiao Ming and led into thinking about the truth.
Not only him, but everyone in the banquet hall was thinking about the definition of truth.
It can be said that for a thousand people, there are a thousand truths.
Xiao Ming sighed: "There is also such a truth: when one day, we humans are about to perish, and only the last person is left, he will look at the history of mankind and sigh: It turns out that everything is just a dream, everything is just a dream.
All the thoughts, all the fights, everything is meaningless”: