Standing next to Zhong Yanhua was an expressionless Tian Da stick, both of whom were wearing ordinary civilian uniforms, while behind them stood dozens of Xilin officers dressed as straight federal officers.
Zhou Jin, the commander of the Seventh Brigade, walked to the queue, saluted with a snap, and then left, followed by the burly Guards Battalion Commander Wang Meng, these Xilin soldiers who swore to protect the Zhong family with their lives and blood, were ordered to go in front of the eyes of the people of the whole Federation.
Many years ago, when the situation was so stormy, a certain ancestor of the Xilin Zhong family once left a famous saying for the whole Federation: The Federation people do not fight the Federation people, but today, the attitude shown to the whole Federation by these Xilin soldiers with resolute expressions seems to be diametrically opposed to that sentence.
Will the First Civil War of the Federation start here, and Xilin, who has been inseparable from the capital star circle for thousands of years, will ignore the charter and declare the reading power If it were an old man with a gloomy expression who led the strongest voice in the Celestial Circle of the Capital, the federal society and the media would certainly immediately begin to criticize him, and put on countless hats of a mad careerist and a bloodthirsty conspirator.
But what appeared in front of the whole universe was an orphan girl whose parents had died, and at a time when most people began to believe in the special issue of the Capital District newspaper, believing that the explosion of the ancient bell was a conspiracy of the federal political axe, in the face of that poor orphan girl, it was difficult for anyone to connect her with the careerist conspirators, and no one could condemn her in the name of morality.
On the contrary, the people sympathized with her and pitied her, so after the Xilin Declaration came out, it gradually spread to the whole federation of demonstrations, with two more contents: opposing the civil war and demanding that the political axe give Xilin justice.
The governor of Qixia Prefecture arrived in the capital area by special car, unfurled an extremely long light curtain banner on Charter Square, and then was arrested for violating the traffic law, Mr.
Governor did not do any resistance, because this was his plan, he believed that when the people of Qixia Prefecture saw the picture of themselves being handcuffed, more people would leave the apartment building and take to the streets.
In order to cope with the situation in Xilin and the increasingly tense atmosphere, the ground troops of the Third Military Region stationed in S3 began to prepare for war, but when an all-mecha division asked the Yashan General Assembly Base to distribute relevant components, there was no response.
The Yashan General Assembly Base is the largest logistics material distribution base in the Federation, the garrison troops of the base have increased their security level, two huge and heavy alloy doors are slowly closed, and countless heavy firepower groups are ready to shoot at the outside world at any time.
In the conference room of the base, several federal generals did not hesitate to reject the fourth deployment request of the Third Military Region, and in the dim front desk, the idle general who was dismissed from the post of defense minister three years ago and assigned to the general assembly base turned around, looked at his loyal subordinates and said calmly: "It is true that the army should not have a mind of its own, but the charter is on top, and the federal forces do not fight civil wars.
The current Federation is already in turmoil, do we need the help of an Imperialist to get back on track As a federal soldier, I can't afford to lose this face, we must save ourselves. ” With the tough statements of the Qinglong Mountain Army and the Xilin Zhong family, the terrifying shadow of the civil war spread around like a lead cloud in the sky, and that invisible and powerful pressure made many people silently change their attitudes.
Many of the pro-Axe loyalists have become silent, the remnants of the three major trade unions in the four states of the mountains are no longer as aggressive and belligerent as they had been a few days ago, and some parliamentarians have begun to wonder where the road lies ahead.
After a night of heated debate, Parliament Hill finally ended the procedural bargaining, completed three process votes, and officially entered the impeachment process.
In stark contrast to the silence of the marching crowd waiting in front of federal television on Capitol Hill erupted in the most excited cheers and screams on the news, the silence at the presidential residence in the snowstorm.
This is not the first time that President Pabur has been impeached, but the last impeachment proposal put forward by Tai Zhiyuan did not even pass the first reading of the procedure, and it ended miserably.
The staff in the presidential residence had mixed expressions, feeling that the wind and snow outside the window seemed to have overcome the indoor thermostat system, and the surrounding environment suddenly became cold.
"The evidence is still being submitted, and it will be followed by a two-hour defense time for the prosecution and defense, which has been arranged by the defense lawyer and relevant personnel of the Ministry of Justice."
In the Oval Office, Director Brin looked at Mr.
President by the window with a nervous expression, and his voice became a little hoarse and uneasy.
"According to the research and judgment of the foundation, the research office and the think tank, as well as the attitude of the congressmen who have received a telephone call, we now have 41 percent of the iron votes in our hands, and theoretically there is no possibility of the impeachment proposal passing."
"All stories have nothing to do with probability in the end, and what is theoretically impossible often turns into the most real harm in the end."
President Pabur replied, then raised his arm to signal him to leave.
The Oval Office was empty.
Mr.
President poured a glass of wine, sat on the sofa by the window, sipped slowly, lit another cigarette, and looked out the window at the clouds of snow and lead for a long time in silence.
A son of a Donglin miner, extremely lucky to come to the Capital Star Circle, then became a lawyer, a public interest lawyer, a poor lawyer, a stupid lawyer who almost could no longer practice, and then he became a lawyer consultant for the three major trade unions, the darling of the liberal media, a breath of fresh air in the federal political circle, and finally became the most powerful man in the Federation.
The turning point in this legendary life was a drunken drunken episode in a tavern, and since then, Pabul has rarely drunk and never smoked a cigarette again.
"You used to have nothing, so what qualifications do you have to be depressed and lost today, do you have to watch the Federation being led into the abyss of despair by corrupt politicians, greedy families, and soldiers who do not hesitate to fight the civil war No, Pabul, you must stand up, it is time for you to make a decision" The dark-cheeked man stood up, stared coldly at the wind and snow outside the window, and suddenly slammed the wine glass to the ground, and then turned around.
The First Lady sat silently by the door, her eyes moving from the glass on the floor to his face, her eyes full of worry and a faint sadness of loss.
"I'm not for myself, I'm not for power, I'm for the Union."
"You should know how much I love this Federation."
President Pabul pursed his lips in pain, met his wife's gaze and walked to his desk, picked up the phone and dialed the numbers he needed to dial.
The thick clouds of snow are heavy and heavy, but they still can't completely block the sunlight from the atmosphere, and the morning light has long since turned into a brightness that envelops the four fields, and it is precisely because of the omnipresence of light that people often forget their existence.
Xu Le, whose body was stiff, lay quietly under the boulder like a stone man, monitoring the movements of the military camp on the other side of the mountain range through the miniature light curtain next to his face.
After observing at the peak for a long time, he still didn't find the barracks where Du Shaoqing might be, in fact, because the distance was too far, he had to wait until the other party walked out of the barracks if he wanted to snipe Du Shaoqing.
Suddenly, his pupils suddenly constricted, and his heartbeat, which had been forcibly lowered by True Qi, beat rapidly at this moment, and then returned to a smooth level.
On the other side of the mountain range, there was some movement in the garrison of the Iron Seventh Division.
From the outside, the layers of barracks, the mechs covered in a rainproof cloth like statues, did not look the same as before.
It's just that the valve on the right foundation of the warehouse on the west side is open, and at the same time, the movement of personnel in the logistics camp seems to be more dense.
Xu Le had been in the federal army for too long, and he knew that the right foundation valve was opened to clean the water needed for the energy injection equipment in the warehouse, and the logistics camp personnel were intensively moving, indicating that this was not a routine action.
The energy injection equipment in the warehouse is under the ground and is responsible for replenishing the energy of the military mecha.
Through these details, he immediately judged that the Iron Seventh Division was preparing for battle, and the situation he least wanted to face was finally inevitable Sure enough, countless muffled humming mecha self-inspection sounds sounded in the barracks of the Iron Seventh Division, and these sounds became extremely dull and shocking when they converged in one place.
Xu Le squinted his eyes and stared at the picture on the miniature light curtain, and after a while, he saw more than a hundred black military X-mechas, lined up at high speed like more than a hundred slaughtering gods, and then drove out of the station in three directions.
Noticing that the mecha group of the Iron Seventh Division was extremely cautious in maintaining the queue, while the mecha group closest to the direction of the mountain range quickly dispersed and expanded the monitoring area, Xu Le's pupils shrank, and his stiff body became even stiffer.
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The X-Mecha S global monitoring system was designed by Shang Qiu, and even with his eyes closed, he could calculate how vast an area these Iron Seventh Division mechs that spread out towards the bottom of the mountain range could monitor, and this area had just reached a few meters below this boulder, which also meant that he couldn't get closer to the road.
More than a dozen dark green bulletproof military vehicles slowly drove out of the garrison of the Iron Seventh Division, Xu Le stared at a certain military vehicle in the middle, staring at the face that was still blurry and indistinguishable under the ACW terror aiming magnifier, as if he saw the sunglasses and the cold glacial expression on that face that had been the same for thousands of years.
Du Shaoqing must have been on that military vehicle, the problem was that the distance between the boulder and the road at this time was too far beyond the effective shooting distance of the ACW, and if Xu Le tried to sneak down to get close to the shooting distance, he would definitely immediately alarm the dozen or so terrifying mecha at the bottom of the mountain range.
This is the Iron Seventh Division, a seemingly mediocre mecha formation, but it can provide perfect protection for the core area, and Xu Le firmly believes that with the terrible military quality of the Iron Seventh Division, on the 170-kilometer journey to the Capital Special Administrative Region, there will definitely be no loopholes in the opponent's mecha arming Looking at the scattered group of heavy mechas, the silent guard convoy drove onto the road, Xu Le licked his lips, and couldn't help but wonder if the other party had noticed something.
At this point, he was faced with a difficult choice, if he was just a cold-blooded killer, then he would definitely choose to pick up the ACW and quietly evacuate, and then find a more suitable time to shoot.
But he is not a killer, what he has to do is to prevent Du Shaoqing and his Iron Seventh Division from entering the capital, and he has no way to wait any longer.
At this moment, the phone in his arms suddenly vibrate.
To be continued: