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Chapter 119: I Don't Want to Build a Statue (Part II)


When Xu Le angrily sought an explanation to Minister of Defense Zou Yingxing in the delayed military encrypted phone call, he actually knew very well in his heart that the person who deliberately distanced himself from the Li family in Philadelphia and did not allow himself to participate in the funeral of the military god was actually not in the Ministry of Defense.

He made a direct phone call to the president's residence, and after a heated argument with Director Brin, he was given the opportunity to speak directly with President Pabul, but this was still not enough, because although Mr.

President understood his feelings, he did not approve of tearing his face directly with the old man for the funeral.

Mr.

President understands him, so he comforts him, and Xu Le also understands him, the general election is about to begin, and the official residence is now under great pressure, and once Mr.

Pabul loses the general election, then all the things, including those things that were promised to Xu Le, will no longer be able to be mentioned.

In the end, the reason why Xu Le stayed in Xilin Luozhou in silence and did not go back to attend the funeral of the military god was a video email from Philadelphia.

In the email, General Lee Jae-do calmly recounted the old man's dying wishes, and reminded Xu Le that there are too many reasons to refuse you to attend the funeral, for example, when the people see you, they will think of the mechanic, and think that your father has a traitorous brother, so the collective emotions began to be angry, and the officers who were already easily excited may be even more excited.

In the past few years, the entire federation and the military have deliberately pushed him to the position of the successor of the god of war, and now that the situation has shifted, the other party does not let him attend the funeral, naturally because he does not want the people to think of the so-called inheritance.

Xu Le didn't care about this, he just thought that as a junior, he always had to send the old man on his last journey, but now even the old man's biological son, General Li Zaidao, objected, and if he persisted, the taste of this insistence would become a little weird.

When Xu Le looked at the starry sky in Luoyue Prefecture and was in a depressed mood, showed a complicated and inexplicable smile, and made the decision to give up returning to S1 to attend the funeral, it was already the end of February of the seventy-second year of the Xian calendar, and countless snowstorms and snowstorms were strangely falling on the planets of the Federation during this time period, and at the same time, the news of the death of the military god Li Pifu spread to thousands of households.

For the departure of the god of war, although the people of the Federation have long been mentally prepared, it is still inevitable to mourn, and the dense crowd in Charter Square cried in unison, but one thing is very noteworthy, the grief of the people of the Federation is so calm, probably because they firmly believe that although the god of war is gone, the Federation will still win forever.

Almost, not almost, all the television stations have temporarily adjusted the broadcast plans of the programs, while the federal news channel has called up the large-scale news documentaries that have been prepared for a long time, filmed by the Venus Documentary Factory of the Ministry of Defense and planned by the famous director Bai Zeming, and they are constantly scrolling.

The documentary, called The Man from Philadelphia, has just been broadcast for three days, triggering a new wave of attention and mourning activities, major TV stations have applied for online broadcasting, and the young students in the university town of Linhai Prefecture are lighting candles, looking at the light curtain overhead, guarding the old heroic soul in the wind and snow.

In the press release, the committee warmly praised Marshal Li Pifu's great achievements in resisting the imperial war of aggression, deeply cherished the noble character of Marshal Li, and called on the workers and students of the four states around the mountains, the S2 planet, and the three major regions of the Federation to carry forward the marshal's legacy and fight for a more peaceful and beautiful future.

It was noted that in this press release, when recounting the glorious life of the military god Li Pifu, it was pointed out with great importance that Marshal Li had never had any conflict or contradiction with the armed forces of the S2 people in his fighting career.

The Imperial 9 system, the adventurous planet considered a paradise by interstellar pirates and smugglers, has long since become the most serious place in the universe, where every building and every window seems to reflect the gloomy dripping face and those dark military uniforms, where 170,000 elite ground troops of the Empire are assembled, and three medium-sized fleets cruise the space beyond the system.

What frightened the local residents the most was the ground force composed of nearly 500 of the latest wolf mechas, this metal wolf-like force, silently and solemnly walking in the city, with an indescribable numbness of visual shock.

This metal frenzy mech brigade belongs to the great and invincible Highness the Princess.

Huai Caoshi, who had just finished inspecting the supply lines of space supplies, scrubbed her dusty face while listening to the guard officer's quick military briefing, occasionally issuing a few orders in a non-wavering tone.

In order to deter the Federation and stabilize the battle situation, Huai Caoshi did not hesitate to fight in person with the dignity of the princess of the Zuotian Star Domain, blasting the stupid commander of the Fourth Army into a flying charcoal crumb, and at the same time scattering the seemingly unstoppable offensive tide of the Federation in this starry sky.

This is the end of the great retreat of the Empire, before you won and advanced because I allowed you to win and advance, now I do not allow you to go further, then you will not be able to go any further.

This is the strongest voice sent by the Imperial Team and their Commander, His Royal Highness, to the enemies of the Federation, in fact, if it weren't for the X Reading Mecha Brigade led by Colonel Li Feng, which rushed outside the 9 Galaxy Space Gate in advance, the Imperial Wolf Tooth Mecha Brigade that rushed out with the tide at that time might have swallowed all the four armies left on the planet's surface.

In the unprecedented form of mecha warfare, Huai Caoshi and Li Feng, two mecha geniuses who became famous at a young age, began to shine with incredible brilliance, although they have never met on the battlefield, but the Federation and the Empire know that that day will come after all.

Huai Caoshi felt a little hungry, thought for a while and poured a glass of milk, she was very satisfied with the current situation, and threw the x3 crystal ore to those greedy federal capitalists, and sure enough, the pressure was reduced a lot, and her father was right, if a group of dogs found that there were meat and bones to eat, they would definitely not attack people again, but would attack each other and divide the meat and bones.

The guard officer suddenly found that the lowest document in the intelligence electronic folder was marked with five gold stars, he frowned, thinking that it must be the intelligence agency officer who was mistaken, and the federal forces did not attack Tianjing, so where was there any intelligence that needed to be marked with five stars "What's wrong" Huai Caoshi tore open the coconut milk bread, prepared to eat a simple lunch, looked at the expression of his subordinates, frowned and asked.

"It shouldn't be a big deal."

The cronie shrugged, clicked on the document and turned into a statue, was silent for a long time, swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, looked at Huai Caoshi and said in a hoarse voice: "The dog thief Li Pifu is dead. ” Huai Caoshi put down the bread in her hand in a daze, although there was information that Li Pifu was seriously ill a few months ago, but she still couldn't believe it when she suddenly heard that the person was dead.

That person invaded the territory of the empire like a devil, burned the stars of the empire, slaughtered the people of the empire, and even killed His Majesty the Emperor and Master Fan, and was invincible for a lifetime, and died like this.

Huai Caoshi walked to the window, looked at the blood-like Luo Yue and narrowed his eyes, as if there was a fire burning in his eyes, and said that he was invincible, no, at least Xu Le escaped from his hands, and there was only that person who was truly invincible in this universe, until the end, he only lost to time helplessly.

Li Pifu, I haven't defeated you yet, how can you die His Majesty the Emperor Huaifucha, after knowing this shocking news, probably also had a feeling very similar to his daughter in his heart, and he silently thought, Li Pifu, you old thief, I haven't killed you yet, why are you dead At that time, His Majesty the Emperor was roaring in anger because of the alliance between the underground resistance organization and the federal army, but when he heard the news of Li Pifu's death, he suddenly calmed down, waved everyone out of the palace, and he himself passed through the screen full of sunflowers, and came to the railing of the Star Picking Palace, looking at the untouchable ground.

Then His Majesty the Emperor let go of his hand and threw down the vine, which was stained with old blood.

"On the 10th of next month, the funeral will be officially held."

Xilin Luoyuezhou Wei District 2 old house, Tian Fatzi leaned on the soft sofa, looked at the news screen on the light curtain, and said to the two guys over there.

"Did you read the press release of Qinglong Mountain, I heard that it was written by the leader of Nanshui himself, and I also heard that his body seems to be no longer good."

Xu Le held a huge white towel in both hands, rubbed the restless little head inside, and said, "I also heard that when the newspapers on the imperial side reported the death of the marshal, they wrote a sentence in a corner. ” "What words" "Li Pifu is dead."

Tian Fatzi sighed twice.

On the news screen, there is no trace of snow on the Charter Square of the Capital Special Administrative Region, a clean, dense crowd of people standing on the square looking up in anticipation, in the open space opposite the famous group portrait of the five-person group, I don't know when there is an extremely tall statue, accompanied by eager applause, the curtain outside the statue is like flowing water Fortified with retro bronze materials, the Federation's most famous master carver has been decided, and the heavy metal die-casting department of the Fruit Shell Mobile Company has been built, and there is finally one more statue in Charter Square for thousands of years.

The statue is of the young Li Pifu, who was wearing a tattered federal military uniform, standing in the half-open hatch of a 37 mech, in front of the sharp weapon stretched out from the mecha's right mechanical arm, pointing to a broken imperial hibiscus flag with a charred black edge.

As everyone knows, the image chosen for this statue refers to the assassination that changed the fate of the Federation, and the broken imperial hibiscus banner naturally refers to the emperor who died at the hands of the god of war.

The sky was full of fireworks, thunderous applause, and countless federal citizens looked up at the statue of Li Pifu with tears in their eyes.

Tian Fatzi looked at the news screen, spread his hands and said: "General Li Zaidao relayed the marshal's last words, and the marshal made it very clear in his last words that he refused any form of commemoration. ” "The proposal unanimously passed by the parliament, not to mention General Lee Jae-do, even if it is a dead old man, there is no way to change anything, he can't jump out of the coffin and shout: I don't want to erect a statue" Xu Le shrugged with a smile, continued to rub the restless head under the towel, and said, "Actually, just like a group of five, the marshal doesn't need to set up a statue, but the statue has already been planted. ” To be continued: