The night is much cooler than the day. A faint sea breeze blew from the Pacific Ocean and swept across my face, taking away the residual heat of the sun.

The town hall at your feet is brightly lit, and the flaming torches and oil lamps give the garden a lively atmosphere that is not very modern and lively.

The celebrities were dressed up in extravagant clothes, and their gorgeous dresses adorned them like meteors that had fallen into the mortal world. I was dazzled by the hanfu embroidered with golden moire, the suit with the family logo, and the ladies' evening dress, which looked like a corner of the sky in snow white or blue, on the lawn with the long tables.

Well, a few of these gray and blue military uniforms were so dazzling in the messy colors that they even made my eyes sting a little.

Wuhua walked up to me gently, waved a few waiters to step down, took a glass of champagne from the tray on the table, and shook it at me.

I shook my head and whispered, "I don't drink." ”

"I know you don't drink." He shrugged, took a bottle of rum, poured a little into the glass, and picked up another glass of lemonade, "What are you drinking when you're all in the lungs, I just want a little cocktail." ”

I let out an "oh" and lost the interest in continuing to talk to this guy. It's fine that he didn't speak, but as soon as I mentioned it, I felt some pain in the wound on my chest, probably accidentally pressed it when I looked down on the crowd just now.

"Aren't you going to eat something?"

I sighed, turned around slowly, and leaned my back against the railing with white putty brushed: "I don't want to eat with them." Feel nauseated. ”

A smile slowly appeared on Wuhua's face: "I know, I know, you are a decent soldier." ”

He came a little closer, but kept a proper distance from me, and whispered, "This filthy thing with blood, you excellent aristocratic soldier, you better not touch your hands." ”

He blinked: "With us from the Security Service on the job, you will always be able to maintain clean white gloves." ”

I turned my head to look at the dark red sky that was still a little red, and didn't want to comment.

Wuhua didn't care about my silence. He snapped his fingers, and several waiters came with a small cart, carefully spread a white tablecloth on the small table placed on the roof of the town hall, took a few plates of snacks from the cart and placed them on the table, and took out a small bucket from the shelf on the lower level of the cart.

"Let's have some refreshments, Major Lee." Wuhua gently pulled away the chair facing me and motioned for me to sit down. "The body is the capital of battle, that's what the patriarch said."

He took out a cold glass bottle from the keg that the waiter had brought down, and poured me a glass from the cork: "Slightly chilled coconut water, freshly squeezed." ”

I watched him delicately arrange everything, like a dutiful butler, so I had to drag over the chair and sit down, take the cup and take a sip.

Well, the sweetness is a bit insufficient, and it looks like there is no sugar, which is not as good as the coconut tree.

That's what I thought at the time.

I've read a saying before that life is like the ocean, only strong people can... Ahem, life is like that, if you can't resist, just enjoy it.

That's probably the best picture of me eating on the roof of the town hall.

Although I am disgusted with the methods of the Wuhuas, I also know what will happen to the Nanyang people next. But so what? I can't make a complete break with Wuhua and the forces behind Wuhua for the sake of the persecuted Nanyangs, and I can only exist as a weak person as "one of them who does not support this", and express my opinion in a gentle way.

At the end of the day, my profession, my family, my education, and even my home country do not allow me to speak for other races, especially for the Nanyangs.

I was absolutely sure that Mr. Wuhua, who was sitting across from me with a cocktail, must have been quietly observing me and quietly judging whether to take measures against me.

As for what measures? With his identity and his psychology, I have always been afraid to speculate with the greatest malice that he has a pistol pinned to his waist.

At that time, I did not have the courage to face the abandonment of the state, the expulsion of the class, and even the shooting of the security service agent in front of me for a group of irrelevant outsiders. I can only console myself that those Nanyang people are guilty of their own crimes, and they dare to make explosives. Even if they were indirectly instructed by Wuhua to make it, they must have had this idea a long time ago, didn't they?

That's all I can do to comfort myself, that's all I can say.

It was the worst meal I've ever had in my life. I can't say that the red bean cake and coconut cake made by the chefs at the town hall are not delicious, or that the fruit salad made of tropical fruits is not delicious, it is irresponsible to the chefs. But I have to say that in such a situation of being (harmoniously) enjoyed, even if the chef of a five-Michelin-starred hotel cooks for me, the taste is as bad as the big pot of rice in the high school cafeteria.

Wu Hua, who was on the other side of the table, suddenly stood up and looked to the west.

I put down my pastry with some sluggishness and followed him to the railing, looking at the rising naval balloon on the west side of the city. Beneath the balloon hangs a large golden cloth, lit by a burning bonfire, which can be seen clearly even at the town hall several kilometers away.

"Lubu?" I frowned, a little uncertain, "Lubfeijie?" ”

Wuhua muttered "Lubu Feijie" a few times, immediately dropped the wine glass in his hand, and ran downstairs.

By this time I could already faintly hear the cheers coming from the West, the voices of thousands of citizens celebrating together. One after another, hot air balloons hung with golden cloth began to rise into the air and flew in all directions.

"It's really Lubu Feijie...", I looked at the golden dragon perpendicular to the military harbor with some surprise, and there was some confusion for a moment. Looking at such publicity, the gold content of this good news should be very high. [1] In my impression, it seems that only the few major wars between the Ao-Song Dynasty and the republican system were eligible to be publicized in this way.

In the garden of the city hall, the military and political officials and city celebrities who were singing and dancing and praising each other were attracted by the cry of Wuhua. They looked at Wuhua, who was running downstairs and shouting "Lubu Feijie", and didn't know how to react.

At the end of Renmin Road in the distance, a maroon horse was galloping forward. On it was a naval herald, holding a huge golden banner in his hand, and shouted from afar to the people who had walked out of the town hall in confusion: "Great victory! Great victory! ”

"My invincible Indian Ocean Fleet will go out on both fronts and annihilate the mixed fleets of Portugal and Spain! The officers and men of the whole army are united in their hearts, and they almost defeat Bai Yi! He flicked his horse's head, looked around at the passers-by who were looking at him, waved his flag vigorously, and shouted hoarsely, "Now the army is in line with the navy to launch an attack on the remnants of the Portuguese stronghold in the eastern Indian Ocean!" The East Indian Ocean is about to belong to my Great Song Dynasty completely! ”

"Long live !!"

Renmin Road was like a basin of cold water suddenly poured into boiling oil, and people passing by broke out into a tsunami of cheers without even a lot of brewing.

Countless passers-by waved their hands and threw everything they could throw into the night sky to express their excitement. For a time, hats, newspapers, document bags...

The herald carefully guarded his head, turned his horse's head and ran to the other road, continuing to convey the news of victory.

I looked at the passers-by who were hugging and celebrating because of the cross-word message, and at the residents on both sides of the road who pushed open their windows and cheered, and I couldn't help but laugh for a while, and the more I thought about it, the happier I became, until I was involved in the wound and inhaled cold air in pain. But when the wound calmed down, he began to smile cautiously again.

This is what Ao Song should look like.

Previous intrigues, traps, disguises, fights, and strangulations throughout the city during the day... All of them made me inadvertently feel a sense of darkness that I had always hated.

My father was growing up and educating me to be a bright person, and I thought so myself. He told me that I should defeat my opponents head-on and in the light, and defeat the opponents of the Republic, instead of trying to rely on trickery to achieve my goals.

Never in my last twenty years or so have I been so deeply involved in a conspiracy, especially one so deep, with blood and other filth flowing from every crevice.

Fortunately, I was able to see the citizens of Limen celebrating a victory in the Indian Ocean, thousands of kilometers away, that now had nothing to do with them, while my mind was in a haze.

"That's our most powerful weapon, not a stratagem." I think for sure. "This kind of love for our motherland and love for victory is the foundation for us to continue to expand and defeat all enemies."

"Whoever thinks that as long as he destroys the millions of national defense forces on active duty, he can bring Australia and Song to its knees, then he will definitely suffer a catastrophe."

Under the city hall, Wuhua was standing with several men in military uniforms, looking at the cheering crowd.

"Congratulations to several of our naval heroes, who have brought another brilliant victory to the motherland and the people." Wuhua smiled and toasted a man in a navy uniform.

"The last time there was a Lubu Feijie of this level, it seems to be back in the Battle of Malacca, when the Western Pacific Fleet annihilated the main force of the combined Portuguese and Dutch fleets." (Note 2)

The navy who was toasted smiled and clinked glasses with Wuhua: "Yes, Mr. Wuhua, you have a good memory." That was twenty years ago, and I was involved in that naval battle. ”

Wu Hua looked at the navy, which was nearly half a hundred years old, noticed the rank of rear admiral hanging on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "If you and your comrades had not fought hard, the Dutch would not have chosen to withdraw from the Pacific Ocean." ”

Note 1: According to the Law of War, the golden banner is hung on the good news, and the great victory can be publicized in the city in the form of "Lubu Feijie".

Note 2: In the spring of 1606, the Battle of Malacca broke out. The navy of the Republic of Australia and Song dispatched the Western Pacific Fleet, commanded by Admiral Liao Fubo; The army sent three divisions to destroy the Sultanate of Johor, which had joined the Portuguese-Nepalese camp, and to destroy the Portuguese army that had landed. The commander of the combined Portuguese-Nepalese fleet was the Portuguese governor of Goa, Alfonso de Castro. The campaign began on 3 March 1606, and on 20 March, the last Portuguese soldiers abandoned on land surrendered, and the campaign officially ended.