Jing Ke

  [======????=====]????????????????????The General Command of the Eastern Alliance Army, a mysterious base hidden 3000 meters below the surface of the Loess Plateau. As the location of the highest brain of the Eastern Alliance Army, almost all the top military commanders of the alliance countries are gathered here. And every command issued from here will affect the life and death of millions of people, or sometimes just one person's life and death.

  "General, is that kid really going to die?" was asked tentatively, as Russian Supreme Commander Chikolev General was concerned about the fate of a certain minor character: "He's a bit excessive, after all, we only have less than a thousand 'Matrix Pulse Nuclear Bombs' left now, and he used his privilege to use four nuclear bombs at once, three of which were almost wasted; And... He privately shot prisoners, I regret it, but..."

  "No buts! For him, there's only one final choice: execution by firing squad or lethal injection!" General Lei Hao interrupted his ally's words. This man in his 50s held the future of tens of billions of people in the Eastern Alliance in his hands, as well as the sorrow of tens of millions of people. But at this moment, he was more resolute than ever: "As a major world power, our original intention for developing matrix pulse nuclear bombs was not for war, but for global security and anti-terrorism needs. That's why we designed controllable nuclear bombs, with the goal of destroying the enemy's combat effectiveness, not killing them, to 'peacefully' resolve conflicts. But his actions have strayed far from these principles... he has even killed prisoners of war... He can only wait for his death sentence."

  Chaykovsky, the general, wanted to say something more, but he closed his mouth because he had already seen that great justice and that sorrow on the face of this **** ally, as if his tears had flowed into his heart along the wrinkles on his face. The person he was about to execute was his own son, his only son, Lei Hu.

  The trembling hand could no longer hold the light pen, dropping it repeatedly on the "Execution Order". Taking a deep breath, this old general who once made enemies tremble with fear on the battlefield finally conquered his greatest enemy in life - that insignificant pen. Signed "Lei Hao", he approved his own son's death. Carrying out Lei Hu's request to administer the lethal injection.

  "Commander, bring in the signal." General Wang Wei, deputy commander-in-chief of the Allied Forces, gave a gentle order to the computer host "Commander": The execution of Lei Hu will be broadcast live to people all over the world. Although there are not many places in the world that can still receive TV signals now. But at this last moment of death, Lei Hao wants to let the officers of the Western Alliance see it, and he also knows they can see it.

  "I, Lei Hao, the Supreme Commander of the Eastern Alliance Army." Facing the camera, the old man in his 70s still had a loud and clear voice: "Firstly, I would like to apologize to the four unfortunate soldiers from the Western Alliance who were shot by our officers when they no longer had any ability to resist! As a nation responsible for promoting peace and loving harmony for generations, we do not want to see bloodshed and war..."

  At the same time, on screen is Lei Hu, ready to accept death. The chair that would be his last seat in life seemed a bit narrow, and he quietly shifted his body forward. Silently, he could also hear his father's words to himself, to his allies, and to his enemies. His eyes stared straight into the lens, as if trying to see through it, looking at his kind yet stern father, his mouth opening and closing incessantly.

  "Is he saying something?" A senior Allied officer noticed this, but General Wang Wei lowered his head and softly told his not very Chinese-speaking ally: "He's saying 'Daddy, I love you!'"

  "... Sentenced to death, execute immediately!" Lei Hao's last command was given. The secretary on the side hurried forward and asked tentatively: "Commander, are you..."

  "No, I want to see him complete his military career and his life with my own eyes!" The sadness in his eyes was gone, replaced by a proud glow: His son had been the youngest and most courageous general in this country; He had defeated the enemy's invasion with tens of times fewer troops than the enemy; He had also used his extraordinary wisdom to quell the border rebellion without bloodshed. And today, he chose to calmly accept the punishment he deserved, even though he could have relied on so many general uncles to pressure his commander father. He was qualified, a qualified Chinese warrior and a qualified son of mine. It's just that this qualification came too late and was too short-lived! For a father, it was even more cruel!

  The Lei Hu on the screen was blindfolded, and the white-robed executioner inserted a white needle into his body. Life is perhaps so fragile.

  ……

  The death of Lei Hu, news still relied on various channels to spread among the people.

  "What? No! Impossible!" A group of war victims hiding in a cave, surrounding the radio they bought from a roadside stall but didn't lose its function in the gunfire, heard all this.

  "You can't execute him!" An old woman wept: "He is our god of war!" In her memory, everything was about Leihu and his army bloodlessly recovering the independent elements. He once told them casually in the square: "With me, Leihu, you will be happy and safe for generations to come!"

  In abandoned parking lots, in crowded air raid shelters, in private home basements, in remote mountain villages, and under the ruins of devastated cities. People were either huddled around old radios or listening to military broadcasts, or among the lucky few who could see live footage, all immersed in sorrow.

  "It was he and his troops who saved our village!"

  "It was he who rescued us from the prisoner-of-war camp..."

  "He and his troops were like divine soldiers..."

  "He's dead!"

  No, we must avenge him!

  Perhaps Lei Hao and Lei Hu, father and son, and even all the soldiers of the Eastern Alliance, did not expect such a result: Lei Hu's death, but brought back the long-lost national enthusiasm for the people to devote themselves to the country. In the following short period of time, the newly added troops in various places actually broke through 1 million, which is already the largest and best achievement after the war has been going on for a year.

  But all of this, this person seems to be indifferent to. Whether or not he is a soldier seems to make no difference to him anymore.

  "Is he dead?" The face that had almost lost all expression, with a hint of change, was unbelievable and sad. However, the long hair that hadn't been washed for too long and the overgrown beard covered up all his expressions from the world.

  "Brother, let's go, we'll find the troops together up ahead. I heard they're still recruiting." A few people passed by, one of whom seemed to take a liking to him leaning against the wall: "You look pretty good, come with us."

  Without exchanging a word, without even looking at each other in the eye, he continued drinking his wine which he had just earned by selling his labor.

  "Look at that scoundrel! Let's go, don't waste time on such trash, and there are still so many pigs waiting for us to kill!"

  "Yes, let's go!" In the end, they walked far away. Watching their silhouettes, the man drinking wine smiled bitterly. The wine bottle was his only confidant, and he drank it up.

  "Bang......" Just as the bottle was about to reach his mouth, a stone hit him, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

  "Who the hell did that?" The man finally got angry, originally a stone-like him, proved that even a stone Buddha can have fire. He stood up with the help of his gun, a bit shaky, but the flames in his eyes directly burned towards the direction where the stones came from, where several people who were about to become soldiers had not gone far.

  "Ah? The trash is still on fire?" Someone weighed the stone in his hand and shouted: "Brothers, I think he's a spy, let's take him to the military camp, it's a good gift for the troops."

  "Good!"

  Seven men surrounded him, their hands holding stones and clubs, facing off against the man in the middle.

  "Is it you?" An absolutely icy, murderous aura that only beasts have when they are about to pounce on their prey shot out from the eyes of the man who seemed like he was already unable to stand. And his target, or rather his prey, was none other than the man who had just smashed his wine bottle a moment ago.

  "What... what's it to you?" He took a slight step back, an instinctive reaction his body made without his brain's command. This man was very dangerous!

  "I'm going to kill you!" A roar was heard, and the glass in his hand had already shot into the opponent's body like a meteor!

  Shocked, still shocked! The other six men were stunned, dazed, or broken-hearted. And how could the one who had made a move stop now? After the glass left the man's body, it quickly stabbed towards the man's neck.

  "Halt!" A shout, accompanied by the sudden appearance of a helicopter's rotor blades whirring in the air. Two teams of extremely well-equipped soldiers appeared at both ends of the road.

  The man called trash didn't even lift his head, but the anger had already dissipated, replaced by an indescribable excitement: "You, you've finally come! My war."