The winter sky is always dark, and the gray lead clouds shroud the sky, bringing a hint of unhappiness to people's mood. Most of the pedestrians on the street www.biquge.info hurry, but everyone's face and look are not bad. At least not like the citizens of countries where even food supplies are not guaranteed.

In any case, this is the heart of the Ming Empire after all. There is no problem for the civilians here to at least have enough to eat. Moreover, the supply of materials in the Ming Dynasty was sufficient, and there was no purchase restriction and rationing system of any kind. This is a rare thing in times of war.

In many squares and parks, crowds of people gathered together waving signs and flags for rally, and the police officers on duty all around them stared at them with wary expressions.

Don't get me wrong, although it's a rally, these people are not here to make trouble, they are here to celebrate.

Just a week ago, the million-strong army of the Central Army Group of the Ming Army successfully occupied the important Russian city of Moscow after an arduous and fierce battle, encircling and annihilating a million Russian troops. When the news came, countless Chinese people rushed to tell each other, firecrackers sounded, and dragon and lion dances went into battle.

It is not a lie that the newspapers say that the fighting was fierce, and that it was extremely hard. The excitement of the people is expressed in words, and it is also from the bottom of their hearts. War is something that most people are very disgusted with, especially when the battlefield is getting bigger and bigger, the number of conscripts is increasing, and the duration is getting longer and longer.

This is still the Ming Dynasty's repeated victories and continuous victories. In this situation, there are still people who are disgusted with the war and hope that it can be ended as soon as possible. If you change to those allies, the situation at this moment is really miserable compared to Daming.

The officers and men of Army Group Center were commended, and many citizens sent them gifts and various telegrams of commendation. The newspapers are full of articles about how the officers and soldiers fought bravely and what kind of deeds of so-and-so troops were. Newspapers sold well, and the people rushed to buy and watch them to find out what was going on at the front. Radio is also constantly reporting. The whole country is a jubilant landscape.

But there is a premise for all this, that is, the Ming army has won. If you win, it's easy to say anything. From the military to the government, from the people to the institutions, they all rejoiced. The efforts of the soldiers can also be seen, distressed, and remembered. They all became heroes, they were erected by trees, and they were written into textbooks.

But what if they lose? Who will remember their efforts? Their sacrifice? Those who were transported back to China in body bags, those who were directly buried in other places, those who lacked arms and legs, and those who had no eyes, fingers or balls. If they lose, who will remember their efforts? Their sacrifice? Maybe there will be a parade in the rear, but it will be insults and accusations against the defeated soldiers.

Like the Russian army, the loser in this battle. After the end of the Battle of Moscow, the Ming army took good care of the prisoners harvested in this battle. The main reason for this is that these defenders have earned the respect of their opponents on the battlefield. Although they are enemies, they abide by their honor and duty as soldiers. The heroic fighting of the Russian defenders was remembered by all the Ming troops.

The captives were treated as they deserved, and their war was over. But the people of Russia proper, could not accept this defeat, and they could not accept that Moscow, which had long been the capital of the country, fell into the hands of the enemy. They felt the shadow of defeat and took to the streets to demonstrate the incompetence of the soldiers and the powerlessness of the government. The government and the army also took the opportunity to throw all the blame on the defenders, and all the pots were carried by the defenders who were gathered up and buried, screaming in pain in the infirmary, and crying silently in the prisoner of war camps.

There is only one word between the defeated and the victors, but what happens to them is heaven and hell.

The victor will enjoy honor for the rest of his life, even after death, and will be remembered and admired by countless people. And the vanquished, who also gave everything and fought desperately for their country, died silently in silent silence with humiliation and mutilation. But perhaps no one but family members will send them flowers.

The reality is so cruel.

"Your Excellency, we are about to land." The voice of the state secretary woke Zhang Cheng out of his thoughts. Looking at the huge city shrouded in clouds below through the window, Zhang Cheng's heart inexplicably rose with emotion.

"You have to win."

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Zhang Cheng actually didn't want to come back this time. Compared to the quiet and peaceful imperial capital, he now prefers the war-torn front line. It's better to look at the brave soldiers with their hearts written on their faces than at the well-dressed gentlemen who never know what's going on in their hearts.

It's just that Zhang Cheng's identity is destined to make it impossible for him to stay on the front line for a long time. Not even a command that stays in Kazan for a long time. Even Zhang Cheng must choose to compromise when necessary. So he flew back to the imperial capital from Moscow to attend a grand celebratory dinner attended by celebrities and ladies from all walks of life to celebrate the victory of the Ming army in Moscow.

This banquet should have been held a long time ago, but Zhang Cheng, the leading actor, was reluctant to appear, so he could only wait until now. After spending some time on the front line, Zhang Cheng felt his heart burning. That kind of war-torn scene may be what he wants most. But he has his own responsibilities, and many things are impossible to do whatever he wants.

"What's wrong with you?" Time passed, and when Zhang Cheng heard Xu Xuan's voice in his ears, the time was already in full swing, and he was already sitting in the car to the palace.

Turning his head to look at Xu Xuan with a worried face, Zhang Cheng cleaned up his mind, hooked the corners of his mouth and chuckled, "It's nothing, it's just that I just left the battlefield filled with gunsmoke and returned to this bustling city." Maybe this is some kind of stress syndrome, right? Fortunately, I have you, and I don't need the comfort of beautiful presidents. ”

“？” Although she didn't understand what Zhang Cheng was saying, Xu Xuan could feel the faint depression on Zhang Cheng's body, and she didn't know what to say at this time, so she leaned over and hugged Zhang Cheng's arm tightly.

"I'm fine." Zhang Cheng smiled and raised his hand to pat his wife's arm, and said softly, "Everyone who comes down from the battlefield is like this." As long as you live a peaceful and easy life, you will get better soon. I'm still fine, I didn't go to the front, I was always in the headquarters, and when I was closest to the front, I was out of artillery range. I couldn't see anything but the smoke of gunpowder. ”

It's as if I'm remembering everything on the battlefield in the distance. The corners of Zhang Cheng's mouth hooked up an inexplicable smile, and his eyes gradually drifted a little, "But that feeling, that feeling is really, really very strange." Blocking your chest makes you feel very depressed. Especially when I saw those young soldiers walking towards the battlefield filled with gunsmoke in groups. ”

Xu Xuan, who was born in a wealthy family and has been cared for since he was a child, can't understand this situation, there is no such thing as live TV in this era. But she could feel that Zhang Cheng's temperament had changed very significantly.

"So." Zhang Cheng raised his hand and hugged his wife, narrowing his eyes slightly, "No matter what, we have to end the war." ”

The dinner was grand and magnificent. Hundreds of people dressed in luxurious and elegant handmade tailor-made clothes, all kinds of dazzling jewels are illuminated by huge crystal chandeliers, and people's eyes hurt. Men's perfumes and various scents of women's perfumes and the scents of meals and desserts are mixed together to form a smell that makes Zhang Cheng frown.

looked at the smiling faces that rushed to appear in front of him, dressed up extremely exquisitely. Zhang Cheng felt that he might like to see the swarthy faces of those front-line officers and soldiers even more now. Looking at the beautiful food on the table, Zhang Cheng, who frowned slightly, thought of the various oily cans placed on the ammunition boxes on the front line.

The beautiful sound in his ears made Zhang Cheng finally laugh out loud. He now felt that he could not hear any elegant music at all, and all that could be heard in his ears was the fierce roar of guns and the shouting and howling of officers and soldiers.

"Hehehe~~~" In the puzzled eyes of a group of well-dressed people, Zhang Cheng smiled and whispered to himself, "It's really almost Chengdu special forces." ”

Zhang Cheng is not without being on the battlefield, he fought in South Africa before the war. After the war, he also commanded troops in the Caucasus and North Africa. However, at that time, his identity was a pure soldier, and being on the battlefield was like being in the game. But now he is no longer a pure soldier, or the military is no longer his main business.

In the past few years, I have been busy and intriguing with people from all walks of life. Constant compromises, trades, buys, betrayals, exterminations, etc., etc. Zhang Cheng has gradually faded the military brand on his body and gradually evolved into a qualified politician. But after going to the front line in person this time, the soul of the soldier who was suppressed in the deepest part of his heart burned again!

Zhang Cheng finally understood that he was different from the world. He is not from this world. Why should oneself from modern time and space be assimilated by this era? Is being a qualified politician the ideal of a traverser? I don't know what other traversers think, at least Zhang Cheng will definitely not think about it at this moment!

"When you meet a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, you have to be different!"

Hooking the corners of his mouth and chuckling, Zhang Cheng suddenly felt as if he had crawled out of the quagmire. Looking at the bright starlight in front of him, his heart broke the shackles of all these years, as if it had regained the feeling of being in modern time and space.

"Whatever happens." Zhang Cheng took a deep breath, a bright look flashed in his eyes, and he strode into this huge palace with brilliant lights and a fairyland.

"The winner is king, and the loser is Kou!" (To be continued.) )