It took a long time for Bob to control his cough with difficulty, his face turned red, his fingers trembled slightly, and he crushed the remaining half of the cigarette into the ashtray, and said in a dumb voice: Marshal, if you insist on putting this story in...... "I refuse to publish it, at least, I refuse to come out of my hands." ”

The old man on the bed had reached the weakest stage of his life, and there should not be smoke in the room, but Bob and Wood still couldn't help tearing open the white box for Sanqi, and began to sip desperately one after another.

The so-called final interview was to give a written explanation of the military flag that the old man on the hospital bed would be covered by the heavy black coffin in the future, and the heavy sense of responsibility was too much for the two reporters to bear, especially after hearing this story.

There was a political risk in such a thing, but for Bob, he rarely thought about risk, or he would not have made such a strong accusation against the Medellín parliamentarians, but he had to consider his own emotions, which did not allow him to write about the unusually dark things in the old man's final visit.

Li Pifu sat tiredly half-leaning on the head of the bed, the dark brown spots on his face were not shiny, like plants that were seriously short of water, giving people the feeling that they would turn into ashes and be blown away by the wind at any time, but the old man had always had a calm smile on his face, and he had probably seen through the things between life and death, and he had seen through the things that exceeded life and death, he looked at the two reporters and said with a gentle smile: The SAR Daily is a newspaper that can barely be read in the Federation, and you two are good reporters. ”

Bob and Wood changed their sitting postures at the same time, and it was inevitable that they would be proud but nervous when they were praised by the military god himself.

Shouldn't the responsibility of a good journalist be a real thing?" The old man laughed, and his hoarse and empty voice echoed in the quiet room, disturbing the smoke that filled the room, the most famous traitorous mechanic in the thirty-seventh constitutional calendar of the Federation, he is indeed my own brother, what can not be written about?"

Bob leaned back in the chair to the left, supported his chin with his fingers, and after a long silence, he suddenly said, "You insist on recording this matter that no one else knows, do you want to share the pressure for Colonel Xu Le?"

The old man's hands like withered tree roots, resting quietly on the snow-white futon, and he was about to feel the flow of life in his clear veins, the old man smiled and responded softly: I have been given too much glory by the people of the Federation in my life, but I have a lot of things that I have been hiding from them, and when I am about to die, I will always feel indebted, in addition, there are naturally reasons you guessed, a good young man like Xu Le should not be dragged down by the vulgar stories of these elders, the Federation needs him, we, no, more precisely, you will need him very much in the future。 ”

So you don't hesitate to splash yourself with sewage to alleviate the level of distrust of the entire Federation towards Colonel Xu Le?" Bob raised his pencil in his right hand and looked seriously at the old man on the bed.

A violent cough sounded, reverberating from the old body at the head of the bed, like a thousand-year-old bell, relentlessly blown and buzzed by the wind of time.

The old man raised his arm with difficulty, wiped off the foam on his lips, and continued: I just want the Federation to understand a truth, the brother of a traitor is not necessarily a traitor, so Xu Le, as a student of a traitor, is naturally not necessarily a traitor. ”

But if the people become more angry and fanatical because of this story, and even anger Colonel Xu Le, then won't your wishes be implemented?

I am sure that the people of the Union will believe me. ”

The old man said that the two simple beliefs represent the vicissitudes of the past between him and this star field for decades.

Bob was stunned, then nodded slightly, stared at the pencil in his hand and pondered for a long time, then raised his head and said seriously: I promise you that I will put the story of you and your brother into the interview word for word. ”

Thank you. ”

Marshal, could you please add some things that are of great interest to the public in this interview?"

Editor-in-chief Bob lit a white box for Sanqi, put the small square notebook on his lap, and asked: For example, your hobbies, your personality, your retirement life, when have you been the happiest and the saddest over the years? You must know that for decades, the federal press has never dug up the content of this part, and the tens of billions of people in the three regions of Donglin, Xilin, and Shanglin have been curious about their lives. ”

I'm a lackluster tasteless guy. The old man rubbed his chest and laughed dumbly: And he is very short-tempered, just like at this time, when he saw you smoking, but he thought that he had not smoked a cigarette for ten years, and he felt extremely angry. ”

Editor-in-Chief Bob smiled, but did not give up the rare opportunity for a good journalist to become an admirer to ask questions, and asked curiously: What is the most memorable thing in your life? Was it the moment when you drove the M37 to kill the emperor?

Of course not. Li Pifu squinted his eyes and looked at the smoke wafting in the space and said: It was just a battle, and there was no essential difference from the countless battles I had participated in in my life. ”

The old man slowly lowered his head, looked at the two people who were constantly recording, his gray eyebrows suddenly raised and said hoarsely: The most memorable moment in my life is in Changguo, when I picked up the baby in front of me, there was just a wind to cut the gunpowder smoke, the sunlight leaked in, shining directly on the little girl's face, her beautiful and weak ...... "is like a small flower that has just blown its petals." ”

When was the happiest and happiest time?" Bob looked at the old man curiously, and continued to ask: Will the Second World War be the final victory, or will it be the day when you take off your marshal's uniform and officially retire?"

The Federal Marshal is simply a job that cannot be happy and happy. The old man rubbed his flabby cheeks and said with a strong sense of regret: I thought I would be happy when I retired, but I couldn't be happy in the end, as I said just now, the medical team won't let you smoke, the security team won't let you mow the lawn, and the propaganda team won't let you go to the casino. ”

The retired marshal is still a marshal, it's not natural, maybe he will be free forever in the future........."

A hint of self-deprecation appeared on the old face, and the military god Li Pifu whispered, like some kind of self-talk, and like some kind of hypnotic spell, and gradually his eyes closed.

The alarm sounded, the glass curtain wall on the side was retracted with a bang, and the medical experts with grim expressions took the physiological data screen and rushed over at high speed like a charge, and the senior military generals who reacted a little slower widened their eyes, and the director of the army general hospital, who reacted the fastest, rushed to the side of the bed with a frightened face, and subconsciously reached out to touch the old man's neck.

At this moment, the old and tired eyes suddenly opened, and the light was full of calm and faint banter.

The people who rushed into the ward were suddenly dumbfounded, and the director of the Army General Hospital scratched his hair nervously, glanced at the normal lines on the monitoring equipment, and smirked twice.

See, although I, the marshal, am dying, I am still under their control. Li Pifu looked at the stunned two reporters and smiled and said: "They are the best at deceiving me with all kinds of lies, obviously saying that they are one-way surveillance, and they are watching Wang Yime over there, but what is the result? They have been staring at me over there, and they have to act like they don't look at me, which is really hard." ”

Bob and Wood looked at each other, patted their chests in disbelief, sat stiffly back in their chairs, felt thirsty in their mouths, and quickly took two sips of their cups.

Teacher, if you don't do full monitoring, how do you know if you're asleep or ........."

The director of the Army General Hospital, who was a medical officer of the first battalion of the second regiment of the seventeenth division on the battlefield, looked at Li Pifu naturally different, shrugged his shoulders and replied, his tone was not very nervous.

Pull the calf. Li Pifu grimaced, then turned his head to look at Bob, raised his right hand, parted his index and middle fingers, coughed twice, and then pretended to be calm: Come and smoke. ”

The rest of the medical staff returned to their respective jobs, and Editor-in-Chief Bob was stunned when he heard this request, and naturally turned his attention to the federal medical bigwig.

The dean looked at the old man's calm face on the bed mixed with a hint of pleading, and for some reason, he felt as if his heart had been scraped by a sharp knife, and the pain was abnormal, and he didn't dare to look at it anymore, swallowed his sigh into his belly, forced himself to smile and mocked, and walked out of the ward half-bent.

Reporter Wood quickly stood up, walked to the bed as fast as he could, but without any noise, took out a cigarette and carefully stuffed it into his withered lips, then held the metal windproof lighter in both hands and lit it with a snap.

I don't know if it was because of such close contact with the old man, or for some other reason, Wood seemed very nervous during the process of lighting a cigarette, and his fingers, wrists, and even his whole body trembled slightly.

Li Pifu took a puff of cigarette very seriously, frowned and was silent for a moment, as if there was no difference between the cigarette and the smell of smoke on the battlefield ten years ago and more years ago, after all, the old man gave up this effort, and said with a smile: Thank you. ”

Then, there was a glimmer of light in the old man's eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice: Cigarettes really seem to have the effect of helping human thinking, and I suddenly remembered when I was the happiest and happiest in this life. ”

Bob listened intently, taking notes.

Or in the Empire. That year, the transport ship was ambushed by the imperial fleet, and the 17th Division was forced to urgently land on an imperial administrative star, according to the intelligence, the two strongest armored brigades of the imperial royal family were stationed on the surface of the Northeast Galaxy, and the family of the Yellow Hibiscus Banner ......... "I don't know how much my boys will lose, so I am in a bad mood, and I only .........teach after contact" It turns out that the luck of the 17th Division is really good. ”

The old man on the hospital bed had slightly narrowed eyes and a smile, but he was extremely sarcastic: there was no royal brigade on that planet, only a local garrison of 100,000 people, which happened to be the most famous Linsan Division playing mud in the Northeast Galaxy. ”

What's the happiest thing? Of course, you think you're in a desperate situation, but you find that God has mercy on you and you're running into an idiot. ”wW