"The fierce generals in front of him led millions of strong enemies, and his mother behind him was devastated. The only thing left www.biquge.info despair was seen by the tired eyes of the pen, fun and pavilion...... "Another beautiful morning, and the tape recorder played this song "Miracle Baiyangdian" again. For some reason, I never get tired of listening to this song about China's Seventh Revolutionary War, although unlike other songs that aim to proclaim victory or inspire the will to fight, it is just a celebration of a coincidental unsolved mystery of nature.

Turn off the tape recorder and flip through the calendar, revealing a picture of a smiling Dasha in a yellow dress that says today's date is February 2, 1987. Does Prime Minister Lomanov really not mind that her daughter was deignantly released from the idol of the Soviet people to serve as a soldier? There is a saying that "after three years of being a soldier, the sow is not suspicious", Aunt Sophia saw it back then, I don't know how Daxia mixes, but Aunt Sophia is a top student of the Frunze Military Academy, and Daxia is a half-way monk.

February 2...... Speaking of which, according to the Chinese's algorithm, today is the first seven after the plane crash of Uncle Yurrich and the martyrdom of Uncle Andrei, right? Time flies...... It's like it was twenty-one years ago......

I dare not recall. Memories are painful, and the tool for the Soviet people to solve their pain is wine, but I don't touch a drop.

At this time, it was the phone at hand that rang. When I picked up the phone, it turned out to be the voice of Granzangmu, who had not been in touch for dozens of days. "What's the matter, Comrade Granzangm...... Is it that the holiday ended early...... "I have been able to make up a new top-secret mission on my own......

"Comrade commander, turn on the TV and tune in to the channel of the 27th Party Congress!" The voice was no less agitated than the mental activity of Lieutenant Marzav (a lieutenant general before his death), who was the first to break into the office of the US Secretary of Defense.

Turn on the TV...... Three minutes later, I vowed to remember this moment...... If there were any tears, I swear I would. It's been 10 years!

It's been 10 years! It's finally time for this day! It's finally time for the day when you get the snow to get your grievances! Banzai!

I waited for Prime Minister Lomanov's words: "Therefore, the so-called 'Viladimore *** clique' is actually a framing of good people by the Yuri *** clique in order to clear away dissidents, which is extremely harmful to the party...... Therefore, I suggest to the Party Congress that the 'Villadimo Group' and the 'September Countercurrent' incident be completely rehabilitated! ”

Adoptive father, did you see that?

But I saw it. The last thing Glanzangm left me was a thank you. I sat in front of the couch and didn't know what to do. It suddenly occurred to me that this was something to celebrate, and perhaps I should have been informed that I had come back alive.

But when he walked out of the door, there was already a large group of people standing in front of him, including the 42 soldiers who came back alive after participating in the "forced palace", the 27 soldiers who were still in the reserve among the descendants of the "glorious 1956", and more than 30 elders. I recognized at least four people whom I should call my uncle and aunt, because they were veterans of the old ministry of my living adoptive father who were still in Moscow.

"Uncle Seryosha, Aunt Jontana, Uncle Yekhrov, Uncle Povka! How did you guys get here? I looked at the four leaders in amazement, and there was a large crowd of people behind me, and I thought to myself, what is it that deserves everyone to come, even in wheelchairs?

This awkward atmosphere lasted for at least ten minutes, and finally, led by the eldest, Uncle Povka, the whole ...... Kneel...... I was so scared that I didn't dare to stand there, so I hurriedly knelt down together.

"What are you doing here, I'm going to be embarrassed too." I said softly to Uncle Povka. The youngest here is only four years younger than me, and the oldest is three years older than my adoptive father, so you can imagine how I feel at this moment with so many people of different ages kneeling down to me at the same time...... Frightened.

"Thank you, Mark. I used to think that I would never see the day of justice in my life," Bovsha burst into tears, "I didn't participate in the *** group, and Comrade Villadimo must be innocent, but ...... Twenty-five years ago, it was Comrade Viradimore who carried me from my position to the field hospital and saved my life; Unexpectedly, today, the son of Comrade Viradimo restored my innocence and gave me a third life! ”

Looking at his sincere eyes, I really didn't know what to say. I was in a daze until Granzang proposed a celebration, and my instincts told me it wasn't that simple. Unfortunately, my instincts for anyone and everything are more accurate than Darsh's instincts for me.

"Let's go, Comrade Commander, let's go to a banquet and celebrate our victory!" While I was still in a daze, Granzangm pulled me away. After some ideological struggle, I made the decision to have fun in time. Except for Simon Jones, whose eyes are not very good, everything else can be said to be normal.

……

Singing and laughter resounded throughout the hall, and "Night on the Outskirts of Moscow" was played for the first time, but I think that if it weren't for the fact that there were too many minorities like me in the room, they would have played "Slavic March".

Victorious...... All grievances are over. Although I couldn't see the slogans celebrating Viladimore's rehabilitation on the street, I was still happy in my heart.

Pedestrians on the street are still flowing. If it were placed on this day last year, even in broad daylight would be a fantasy. And now, as the world's empires are losing ground and the situation in Moscow is becoming more and more stable, the depressed economy is finally showing some signs of revival. The stall merchants who were severely beaten by the city's discipline police in the past two years have also sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and they have sprung up everywhere in an instant. Interestingly, the roadside stalls are still used book stalls that have not been seen for many years. picked up a book casually, and the eye-catching title turned out to be "The Fall of the Ural Group in the Fight Again". Is...... Rare......

What do you mean? Isn't this what the Allies published at the end of the Second World Revolutionary War, defined by the Coalition as reactionary propaganda? Take away the book, and another even more terrifying title stands out: "Beautiful Men's Trick: The Pillow Wind Blowing to the "Red Princess"...... Now I couldn't help it, and I tore the book in my hand to shreds, and the stall owner was screaming, and I was pinned to the ground. "Same ...... Homosexuals...... What's wrong with you? "I guess it was because they saw my epaulettes and cockade, and the stall owner and the people next to me were so frightened that they didn't dare to come and take care of it. After a while, I calmed down a little and asked softly, "Where did these books come from?"

"That's what you asked...... Okay, well, I said," replied the stall owner, seeing that my face was gloomy, and did not dare to play any more, "these books...... In fact, it is new today, and the comrades of the Cultural Censorship Bureau informed that these books can be lifted, and then they ......"

Damn, I should have thought of that! Every time an important person is knocked out on a large scale or an important person is rehabilitated, there will be a large number of stalls of literature that try to praise or criticize certain people in line with the principle of making a big news. But such a spectacular literary scene on the street is estimated to be no less than the Moscow street bookstall that has just fallen for a month.

One of the photos from a book caught my eye. Maybe the book will be fake, but the photo will never be. So this should be the truth. Although I can vouch for my own personality, I have never seen this photo.

"It seems that I was wrong." Regardless of the crowd of people saluting in front of me, I muttered to myself and walked aimlessly, disappearing into the street where the moonlight was fading.

I don't know how long I walked, but I came to the side of the Moscow River, which was thawing. After the baptism of the bitter cold of the majestic Moskva River in summer, it is once again the season of movement.

"Good evening...... Dear Highness the Princess, ”