When the call was answered, I swore that my first thought was to make a call. www.biquge.info Yesterday I didn't get home until four o'clock, and I was so tired that I was more than any dangerous task. As soon as I got home and slept for a while, the phone rang non-stop. Damn, it's only seven o'clock, what are you arguing about!

Picking up the phone, Sergei's anxious voice suddenly sounded. "Comrade Commander, how are you still in the mood to lie at home and sleep! Turn on the TV and watch the news! Something big is happening again! I stood up lazily and turned on the TV still muttering, "What the hell is going on, panicked ......"

But the moment the TV was turned to the news channel, the telephone receiver and remote control fell to the ground together. On the other side, Sergey's shouting continued, but I was busy sorting out my clothes and hurriedly shouted: "I know, I'll come here!"

The headline on the television was "Heroes Come Home: Comrade Viktor Mihadimir, a heroic revolutionary soldier who died in the Pacific, returned home this morning." In the picture, a Soviet honor guard carries a coffin and walks down the street with its head held high, and the camera sweeps by, in addition to Viktor's weeping family, and Lomanov's fat figure.

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The Martyrs' Cemetery is a little far from here, and today is a holiday, so the road is a little congested. Fortunately, I still have some authority, and I can barely catch up with the helicopter. But a helicopter was called in the middle of the day, and it took more than an hour to arrive at the martyrs' cemetery. It's 8:40 a.m., and it looks like I've missed the homecoming ceremony.

The martyr's cemetery is so big. I've never had any mood swings when I've been here. For me, death is numbing, and there is no essential difference between dying for the country and dying in old age, but today, I feel that the posthumous photos on every tombstone are staring at me.

Finally, when I stepped into the funeral home, no one noticed me. Thankfully, the usual physical exercise was not in vain, and at the moment the guard of honor had just delivered the coffin, and the master of ceremonies had not even begun to give a speech.

All of them were dressed in black, and they stood in one place with stiff expressions like slave laborers in a world empire. It took a lot of effort and caused countless people to complain. "I'm so sorry." That's all I can say to them.

Victor, you can't die! You...... Don't you claim to live longer than me?

I remembered the scene of the first meeting. He was 14 years old at the time, had just come out of the military academy and entered the storm team, and he looked childish and arrogant. At that time, I was still silently thinking in my heart: I am another "red aristocrat" who knows the height of the sky and the earth and regards this place as a resort. ”

I still remember that he was the best training in the army. In less than a year, the powerless boy had surpassed Granzangm in all his grades, and according to Instructor Cherdenko, "You should be glad that if he had grown up in the Storm Squad like you, and not an 'outsider,' God knows if he would have been better than you."

My response at the time sounded collectivist as well. "If he really has the ability," I said earnestly, word for word, "I would like to be his helper." Of course, I also know that this is impossible, and not to mention that Cherdenko cannot tolerate the "half-way" fighters being entrusted with important tasks (Boris is an exception), and from another point of view, I cannot allow anyone to make me his future deputy. My plan does not allow me not to be the supreme commander of the force.

I still remember when he was 15 years old, when he put on the epaulettes of the second lieutenant, Noblanga said to me: "No one can be promoted so quickly without meritorious service."

That's when I knew he was my opponent, a very strong opponent. Coupled with the fact that the two of us have opposite personalities, the saying that "the two are not in harmony" has spread far and wide.

But this "battle for the commandery" did not last more than three years, and everything was "settled": Victor submitted an application for transfer, asking to leave the storm team and transfer to the ordinary army! This news is simply an ordinary bolt from the sky, and it is the first time in the 30-year history of the Storm Team that a member below the rank of general has taken the initiative to ask to leave the army!

"He's crazy, how many soldiers squeezed their heads to get in, and he left here without blinking an eye, is he afraid of hardship and tiredness?" Noblanca commented at the time.

Gran Zangmu also gags: "Well, now there are no more headaches with girls and mountains of love letters." This is a bit exaggerated, but Victor's opposite sex is very good, and he is estimated to be a playboy in school before joining the army. In contrast, a cold-blooded animal like me is much less capable and interested in this area.

Only I knew that he was killing himself in his military career, so I found Victor that night.

"Ha, Captain Mark, you're coming to see me, I thought you weren't the only ones who wouldn't be here - gee, where are my sunglasses?" He still looks like a fool, but I'm not in the mood to joke with him. It didn't make sense, and it wasn't until I was in London that I learned the reason for his withdrawal from the storm team. "There are many excellent fighters in the storm team, but other ordinary troops need excellent fighters more." That's what he said.

Oh, yes...... As if everything happened yesterday, as if he and Gran Zang No, Blan, Ganaji, Gariman, they were all my old friends, as if ......

It's over. It was only when Garriman died that I realized that I had lost time to a comrade who had been in arms for as long as Glangum...... It was only when Victor died this time that I realized that maybe we should be friends.

Viktor's father, Lieutenant General Mihadimir, had been standing quietly in front of him, unable to see his expression clearly. is worthy of being the former commander of the "Alaska Division", and the pain of losing his beloved son did not make him shed a single tear, but Victor's mother was already crying and couldn't take care of herself. Victor should also have a younger sister, and the family is not extinct; But how many families have only one child in the war, and finally become extinct on the battlefield? I don't know, I don't want to think about it, I chill when I think about it.

"You see Lieutenant General Mihadimir," Granzangm's voice sounded softly behind him, "and just now he was still complaining, saying why you didn't attend such a momentous moment, Comrade Commander." ”

Turning around, there was not only Granzangm, but also a little girl not far away, hugging her on the shoulder and comforting her. Seeing my gaze drifting over, he said "Victor's sister" with his mouth.

But I care about the woman next to Granzangm. "Bita," I sneered lightly, "what a coincidence. He looked into her eyes, only to find that there was only confusion in her eyes. What's going on? She doesn't know me?

"She has amnesia," Granzang whispered softly in my ear, "and the doctor told us that in order to regain her memory, we had to take her to see people she knew often......

My gut tells me it's not that simple. Glancing into Granzang's eyes, I think I should have guessed why. But that's not the point I'm looking for.

"I heard that Comrade Prime Minister is here, is that so?" Accompanied by the mournful voice of the master of ceremonies, I asked Granzang in a low voice. Gran Zangmu nodded, adding, "He's in the first few rows, we can't get close."

"Do you know what Victor died from?" I gently looked in the direction of the coffin, and Gran Zangmu shook his head. "If only I knew," he replied puzzledly, "but even Comrade Daxia did not know, it is said that ...... It's top secret......"

"He went on a top-secret mission...... Secret...... That's right! I remember! The last sentence was shouted so loudly that many people around me pointed and pointed at me, so that I had to pull Gran Zangmu into a corner, and Gran Zang complained softly: "Comrade Commander, you are too surprised! ...... the end?"

"Who was the last Comrade Viktor saw in Moscow? There was no way he didn't come to the funeral. I asked softly.

"I don't think you'll be able to ask what the result is," said Granzangm, "and even if Yuri pried the guy open his head, he wouldn't have found the answer." ”

"Who's that powerful?" I asked, confused. Gran Zangmu pouted again, and pointed to another quiet corner, where an unkempt man in a white coat was wiping his glasses, not noticing at first glance.

"I have my own way." With that, I slipped into the crowd. As soon as the front foot walked away, the back foot heard Daxia's voice. "I saw Mark with you just now, and now where is he gone?"

Granzangmu's answer was a classic. "Go hit the wall," he replied, "and push the limits of interrogation." ”