At 21:36 on December 30, 1987, it snowed heavily. The white coat of the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info draped over the streets and alleys of Warsaw, and except for the occasional passing car, it can be said that it is empty.

"This winter's winter is a little different from the past," said Granzangmu's knock at the door, "Last year, the snowplow had already come out many times. ”

"Probably......" I replied briefly, "but I went from Atlanta to San Francisco last winter, and I don't know much about Warsaw." ”

I closed the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows and sat back down in the rocking chair embroidered with the Russian royal pattern. Although the air conditioning could also have warmed up the room, I still felt better about burning the fireplace.

"Don't feel too restricted, sit down. I know, there are not so many in the barracks...... Miscellaneous things," I drew a circle in the air with my fingers, framed the whole room, and said as I did, "No way, in the rear unit, you have to face this kind of thing, don't you?" ”

Speaking of which...... It's been half a year since I moved to the Warsaw headquarters in May...... Is...... Half a year of being bored to the extreme......

As all mankind has seen, the world empire can no longer hold on. Yuri didn't even bother to issue some more bizarre edicts, let alone give any more orders. Soon after I left Pyongyang, the United States landed on the Japanese archipelago, and the Chinese and Soviet forces also invaded Taiwan and south of the Changbai Mountains, and the world imperial domination in the Far East collapsed in an instant.

This is especially true in Europe. With the exception of the Mediterranean coast, the coalition and allied forces have regained all the land. Unfortunately, under the pressure of Yuri's exhaustion, most of Europe has now become a sparsely populated wilderness.

As far as the eye can see, it has been three months since the liberation of Warsaw, and everywhere, except for the headquarters of the coalition forces, is still in ruins before the war.

And...... In addition to the Mediterranean coast, although there may still be remnants of the world empire only in the depths of the Sahara Desert, what about after the elimination of Yuri and the destruction of the world empire? Will Mosvenck sit down with Dugan and talk about world peace?

Undoubtedly, no. Maybe Dugan was a pacifist, but the Allies were the losers of the Third World War, and there were not a few hawks. And Mosvenk is a master of war, and he will not refuse the challenge of the Allied countries.

It's very interesting. Although there are no disadvantages to war, it is ...... We no longer have a "killer weapon" like Yuri that can destroy the opponent's superweapon in the early stages of the war.

Wait a minute...... Interesting? When did I even feel ...... War is interesting?

Probably itchy hands...... I comforted myself. This is not a good habit, looking at the devastation of the earth, with more than half of the population lost, to think that "there is no war and it is uncomfortable......

"Comrade Commander?" Granzangm's shouts pulled me out of my thoughts. I was shocked to realize that I had been stunned again.

I smiled, waved my hand, and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm probably getting old." There are many positions in the coalition headquarters that are dedicated to pensions, but my peers are all old men in their sixties and seventies, and I am the only one...... Maybe a little younger. ”

I sat back in my rocking chair, and Gran Zangm and Bita sat across from me, by the warm fire. Unexpectedly, this German college student, whom I rescued twice from the Black Forest and Morocco, also joined the army, and joined the storm team and was also a communications officer.

I finally understood why Granzangm would shoot me when I was going to kill Bita in Morocco to prevent future trouble. Just look at the way they look at each other.

"Speaking of which...... We are all grateful to you, Comrade Commander," Gran Zangmu suddenly became serious, "during your absence...... Everybody's missing you. ”

"But I can't come back," I said with a wry smile, glancing at the richly furnished room, "and besides, you don't need to call me Comrade Commander. I'm not your superior, and you're not in my charge - and to be honest, I'm not in charge of anything. ”

Looking at the two people sitting in front of me, I had an illusion. It was as if I had become an old cadre in the twilight of my life, and the Granzang and Bita in front of me were the young successors who had taken my place. I, as an old man, am teaching life lessons to younger generations.

Granzangmu sat squarely across from me, the gold ears of wheat geared hammer and sickle collar badge on the collar of his military uniform gleaming in the fireplace and by the lamplight. He replied with a serious expression: "Comrade commander...... You are the commander of the storm team at all times. ”

I pretended not to care and looked at Granzangm. Stop pretending, be me, surpass me, and make the Storm Crew more brilliant in your hands than in mine, isn't that your goal?

But in Granzangm's eyes, all I saw was sincerity. This kind of sincerity I have seen in the eyes of the new recruits of the storm team, it is a kind of sincerity that borders on a cult of personality.

"Don't do that." I muttered to myself.

"What?" Gran Zangmu didn't hear clearly.

"Don't make me so magical," I said with a wry smile, "and now it seems that 3, the legendary myth of Major General Makjebka is coming to an end." The final chapter of every myth is the protagonist sitting in a warm rocking chair and babbling a lot of nonsense to future generations, successors, journalists, biographers, secretaries, and the like. From the fireplace to the university podium, from the university podium to the hospital, from the hospital to the crematorium, and finally a small summary in front of the tombstone. Like it is now, isn't it? ”

"Why the summary?" Bita couldn't help but ask, "Didn't Comrade Marx say that when people die, their spirits should die?" ”

"Then it's up to the descendants," I replied with a serious face, "and the diligent descendants will write this myth into an epic and a war song and sing it over and over again, until your eardrums in the grave are shattered; Only the lazy guy will turn the summary into a summary, and you will be happy to be pure. ”

Gran Zangmu couldn't hold back any longer, and leaned back and laughed. I can only smile bitterly at that. At this moment, it's just me, and I can't laugh in front of this joke. Because what I said is true, I am no different from the pension now.

"It's funny, but it's a pity I'll have to go out of class first," Bita stood up and apologized to us, "And, Granzangm, Marshal Sofia is still waiting, don't delay too long." ”

"Okay...... Comrade Bita, you go to Marshal Sophia first, and I'll talk with General Mark for a while. Gran Zangmu patted Bita on the buttocks and replied with a smile intently.

The two of them exchanged a kiss in front of me, and Bita left the room with the characteristic "click" of her high heels on the carpet.

"I make mistakes occasionally," I said with a smirk as I looked at the fascinated Granzangm, "and I almost made a mistake in Morocco, for example." Good thing you stopped me. ”

"Yes......" Granzangm's eyes flickered for a moment. Before I could catch his thoughts, a flash of light flashed through his mind, and Gran Zangm suddenly had a thrill.

"How?" I asked pretending to be calm.

"Let's get down to business," Granzang said solemnly, "Comrade Commander, in this situation...... Have you ever thought about the future? ”

"Be clear." I raised my head slightly, letting the shadow of the fireplace fire cover my eyes.

"I heard that Comrade Daxia is going to fill in the volunteer again and go to university," said Granzang, still sitting upright, "The fighters who came out of our storm team are basically any university of our choice in the entire coalition country. ”

I remember it. Last month, Daxia told me that coalition headquarters had rushed to print a million college volunteer applications, and that demand was far from outstripping supply. If you don't take advantage of the proximity to the water and make a choice quickly, I am afraid that the places in first-class institutions of higher learning will be divided.

"That's what you said...... I don't care," I replied, "and it's not yet time to open the champagne and celebrate the peace in the world." ”

"Why not?" Granzang jumped up in a soft chair and danced excitedly as he exclaimed, "All mankind knows that the war is over!" Prime Minister Mosvenk and Dugan signed a peace agreement, and the world will be at peace when the last battle, Operation Latin Funeral, is over! I know what you're thinking, but it's been half a year......"

"Thank you for your kindness, Comrade Granzangm. I'm sure you're worried about me, but I just hope you understand me! I interrupted Granzangm's rambling as politely and gently as I could, "but I am not reconciled. Do you know what it's like to keep something in your heart for many years and miss out on many opportunities to unravel your doubts? ”

"But your plan is too risky, and the odds are out of now!" "I don't want to see the man I admire the most in this life and in this life," argues, "to stay in a seemingly gorgeous cage after he has attained his success, and to rot in such a place in the name of a meaningless general!" ”

In fact, when I asked Mosvenck to know the "truth" and was rejected, the plan came to mind. I knew it was too risky, but I did it.

Because...... I trust my instincts more than anything else. Every previous life-and-death test has taught me that it always blesses me with the best results, and this time will not be an exception.

Before Gran Zangmu could say something, the door was suddenly slammed open, and a familiar figure stumbled and gasped for breath, saluted us and shouted, "General Makjebka." Oh, and Major General Granzangm, what a coincidence......"

"Tell me, what's wrong......" I unconsciously saw the person at the door, and I was stunned.

"You...... How could it be...... It's you......" I held out my finger tremblingly and pointed at the person who came, "You're not...... You're not already ......"

Granzang and I smiled at each other, as if they had anticipated our thoughts.

"Yes," said Viktor Mikhakimir, who had come with a sunny smile, "Hello, two generals. I am back. ”