"Friends of the leader?" The commander licked his lips, his expression was suspicious, but there was already a look of envy in his eyes.

"Yes." I nodded slightly, my eyes still vigilantly watching around, beware of a sudden mutiny among the soldiers.

"That'...... Can you please ...... Please have the president sign me? He's my kid's most admired hero and always wanted an autograph. I know it's ridiculous, but if you're willing to help, you can do it, right? The captain said with a look of shame.

Without hesitation, I agreed: "That's fine, but you'd better make sure I get into that tank safely." ”

The commander straightened his waist: "That's no problem, everyone takes care of each other and helps each other." ”

Then he bent down and took off his body armor, put it on me, and then spread his arms to escort me forward.

The little people have dreams, even if they seem ridiculous to the big people. This is life, and everyone is seeking meaning in life, even if it is equivalent to a soap bubble in the sun.

When I arrived at the tank, the turret lid was lifted and the gloomy-faced Electric Falcon slowly poked its head out.

The commander was so excited that he immediately stood on the spot and saluted on his back.

"What's the situation?" The Denfalcon's tone was very low.

"Your Excellency's army is in the wrong direction, your country can live in peace with the Wandering Ghost Country, and the common enemy of both sides is the monster ambush. If you can get the army to retreat, I'll rush to the temple and get Joyna out at once. "I'm quick to make my intentions clear.

"She's a dead chess piece, and no one can save her." Electric Falcon said.

In an instant, I understood what the other party meant, and I suddenly felt cold.

The so-called "dead chess" is equivalent to the "dead room" in the spy war. Once dispatched, it is absolutely impossible to survive, and even if you are lucky enough to escape from the enemy camp, you will die under the guns of your own firing squad.

Once a person is reduced to a "dead chess piece, a dead person", from the moment he signs the order, he is already a dead person with no room for turn.

"Why did you choose her to be a dead player? You know that your country and the country of wandering ghosts can coexist in the Arctic Circle, and there is no need to fight to the death now. Joyna is a soldier and must obey orders as her vocation, but she is first and foremost a human being, and she should also have her own human rights...... "I was a little emotional, because today it is Joyna whose life is disregarded, and tomorrow it may be anyone's turn.

In a powerful society, if you can't advocate for justice, you will eventually be bullied and trampled on by power.

"Human rights? I have never signed an official document acknowledging my country as a country that values human rights. The Falcon shook his head and sneered.

Of course, the big northern country is a modern, capitalized, humane, and human rights country, and no matter how much the electric falcon quibbles, it is a slap in the face.

"You withdraw your troops, I'll save Joyna." I pointed to the temple.

"You can't save her, she is there, which is the ballast stone that anchors the relationship between the two countries. You remove the ballast stone, and the two countries will continue to fight endlessly. In the rivers and lakes, you are an insider, I am a layman; In politics, you are a layman, I am an insider. Alright, come on—" The Falcon stretched out his right arm and leaned down at me.

I subconsciously regressed and refused to accept his offer.

"I'm going to the Divine Temple." I say.

"It's useless to go, I have long expected this ending." The electric falcon responded indifferently.

"You...... Do you know all the inside story? I asked. At the same time, I know the answer. As the supreme leader of the great northern powers, the Denfalcon has the supreme privilege of reading the secret tomes of all nations. What others know, he can know if he wants to see it; What others don't know, as long as he is interested, he will definitely know.

For example, Sun Moon Niang, Wandering Ghost Country, Ancient Babylonian Endless Corridor, Earth King, Zoya...... He knows it all, and he doesn't miss anything.

In fact, I should have thought that with the big names in the political arena, the information scope of the Jianghu people is still too narrow, which is tantamount to comparing the sea with a scoop of water.

The asymmetry of information has led to different views on the same thing, the big man overlooks the world, but the people in the rivers and lakes are alone.

"There's no turning back for Joyna?" I heard my voice dry.

"No one, a young man from any great northern country, once he joins the barracks, will not be able to turn back. They are the screws of the country, ready to sacrifice for the country at any time. This article is clearly written on their enlistment oath. Long Fei, you are not a national of our country, and you don't understand my country's national conditions, so don't interfere too much in some things. Electric Falcon said.

According to him, Joyna is still a bombard*, a threat that is always dynamic and dangerous. Under her influence, the relationship between the northern powers and the Wandering Ghost Country has become very delicate, and neither side dares to act rashly.

Things have developed to this point, and Joyna has exchanged her sacrifice for the initiative of the country, effectively fulfilled her oath of enlistment, and saved her family.

This is politics, and any small citizen is a stepping stone for the big people to dispatch at will.

"Come on." The Falcon invited again.

"Retire." I shook my head and rejected him again.

Only by withdrawing troops can the doubts of the Wandering Ghost Country be dispelled. In the same way, it is only by withdrawing troops that more casualties can be avoided and innocents are not affected.

"The initiative is in my hands - this time, I must meet the people of the Wandering Ghost Country, even if I sacrifice more people, I have to achieve my goal." The electric falcon said resolutely.

I can't tell which is stronger or weaker between the electric falcon and the sun and moon mother, this has become a proposition with no single answer.

"I'll go to the temple." I smiled wryly.

"Seeing Joyna off?" Denki asked.

I nodded, and he looked up to the sky and sneered silently. It was clear that he didn't approve of my approach, and he didn't care about Joyna's efforts.

"The warriors of the great northern countries do not need mercy, and those who have mercy on others are the most worthy of mercy." He said.

"Don't you think you've fallen into the devil's path?" I finally couldn't help myself and spoke out loud.

The electric falcon is the democratically elected leader of the northern power, and combines the country's political, economic, and personnel powers. However, this country is not his alone, and the people can push him to the altar or to the dust. Before he takes any action, he must consider the interests of the people.

Like in front of him, he did not hesitate to sacrifice the chariot phalanx and the elite of the special forces in order to see the people of the Wandering Ghost Country, and he was already mad.

"What?" The falcon squinted at me.

"The two countries can coexist, and there is no need to fight to the death. Although the Ghost Country is not a registered member of the United Nations, it is also a complete sovereign country that cannot be trampled on by others. Your Excellency must think twice before acting, and do not do unto others what you would not do to yourself. I waved at him, turned around, and walked through the chariot phalanx towards the temple.

It's useless to say more, if the electric falcon insists on going its own way, this place will become a Shura killing field in full swing in the blink of an eye.

As the Falcon said, I can't save Joyna. The only thing I could do for her at the moment was to go to the temple to see her off on her last journey.

The soldiers parted left and right, and let me stride through.

I suddenly felt a sour feeling in my heart, and sorrow came from it. From Joyna's experience, I gained insight into the dialectical relationship between politics and people's livelihood, between the state and the individual, and between the big and the small.

Even in countries where the constitution swears that "human rights are paramount", the little people have no human rights at all, and can only go with the flow and resign themselves to fate.

"I'll go with you." The captain caught up from behind.

"Do you know what I'm going to do?" I asked.

"I don't know, but every soldier who gives his life for his country should be respected. No matter who you are going to say goodbye to, as long as that person is a soldier of the great northern powers, it is my duty to accompany you. The commander said.

I wasn't easily moved by his words, I just strode forward.

Approaching the temple, a special forces squad followed behind, ten paces away from us, maintaining a battle formation.

I don't care about this team, I don't want anything, so I don't care if I am afraid or not.

When I walked into the temple, I smelled a peculiar smell similar to a mixture of sandalwood and Tibetan incense, which was so strong that it was wafting down from the upper floor.

"Ahh......h

"You'd better not go up, there are some things there that are difficult to understand with the general mind, and I'm afraid it will bother you." I say.

The commander shook his head: "It's okay, I've been on the battlefield twice, I've seen a lot of tragic scenes, and I've long been numb." ”

I didn't explain anymore and walked up the stairs quickly.

As for the phenomenon of "sealed survivors" in the temple, I understand it as another copy of the mummification made by the ancient Egyptians.

The latter is to "solidify" the body, while the former is to "solidify" the living, which is difficult to be accepted by modern people from the level of human ethics and social axioms. Of course, there are too many unknowns about the real world, and it is this "unknown" that limits human imagination and brings incomprehensible confusion.

I believe that even Sun Yueniang, Zoya and others can't explain the principle of "sealing". Otherwise, Sun Moon Niang will definitely explain to me.

When I went up to the second floor, the fragrance was even stronger, like invisible waves, coming towards me in waves.

The commander couldn't support it, sneezed into the sky, and could barely move an inch.

The first thing I saw was Zoya, with her back to me and a man in her hands. That person was, of course, Joyna, lying straight in the void at the moment. Or rather, she was "lying" on Zoya's hands, motionless, and seemed to have lost consciousness.

"Wait, wait!" I screamed twice.

Zoya didn't look back, but lowered her arms slightly.

Joyna was still floating in the air, not falling to the ground without Zoya's support.

I walked over and immediately saw that she was lying on a clear tablet. One end of the slab was attached to the stone wall, and the stone wall had "swallowed" her feet into it.

"We ...... We...... No, there should be a better solution...... "I couldn't say the goodbye words I had prepared, they were too cruel for Joyna.

"There's no way." Zoya shook her head, stretched out her arms, and raised them in the air, as if she wanted to embrace the whole world, "Mr. Long, we are all small people, and we are all facing problems that the universe has befallen us. This method of dealing with it has been the ultimate strategy developed by tens of thousands of wise men for thousands of years, and there is no better way to do it......"

I looked down and saw that Joyna had her eyes closed, her face very calm, and her whole body was only slightly heaving on her chest, the only evidence that she was "alive".

"Stop." I say.

"Can't stop, this is Sun Moon Niang's arrangement." Zoya shook her head.

"Stop, he told you to stop!" The commander suddenly drew his gun and pointed it at Zoya's eyebrows.

Zoya ignored the commander, let alone the pistol. She claims to be an ant at the feet of the big man in the universe, but in her eyes, the captain is also an ant, and a mayfly that is insignificant at all.

"Stop, Zoya, she's innocent—" I exclaimed.

The corners of Joyna's eyes moved slightly, and suddenly two strings of crystal tears welled up, rolling down and falling into her sideburns.

"She's alive, she's supposed to be alive, she's a living person...... "I can't say anything more, and I can't think of a better solution." It's just that I don't want to watch Joyna be "sealed" and become another tragic figure.

"Hey, hey, stop, stop—" The commander leaned forward, grabbed Zoya's shoulder with his left hand, and pulled the trigger with the middle finger of his right hand.

"Da Da Da, Da", after two consecutive * three consecutive shots, six blood springs appeared in the commander's chest and abdomen, and blood gushed out.

The guns were fired by the stalking special forces squad, they were powerless to fight against the monsters and the people of the Wandering Ghost Country, but there was no problem in shooting their own kind, they were steady and fast, and they never missed.

I understand that the Electric Falcon sent them over to ensure that Joyna was "mothballed", and that anyone who tried to stop the "mothballing" from proceeding had to be eliminated on the spot.

"I'm ...... The hero of the country, I am ...... I have made meritorious contributions on the battlefield in Ukraine and Chechnya, and at no time can I abandon my comrades, and the person who lies down is ours...... Comrade, it doesn't matter if you shoot me, you can't give up her, you can't give up every one for the country...... The ...... who threw his head and spilled blood "The commander ...... not falling, but let go of Zoya, raised his pistol, and staggered towards the special operations team at the top of the stairs.

Ten minutes ago, he was also a comrade with them, also in the chariot phalanx. Ten minutes later, he fell under their guns and became a ghost under the guns of his own people.

I didn't stop him, even though I knew that it wasn't the warm hands of my comrades who greeted him, but strings of cold bullets.

"Da Da Da, Da, Da", at least three * fired at the same time, the bullets tore the commander's uniform, and with a huge penetrating force, he was put down on his back.

The captain fell, and the pistol, which hadn't even flicked off the safety bolt, was thrown out and landed at my feet.