Blackstone Code

"Maybe he was in the same situation as I am now!"

The president sitting behind the table looked at the peaceful and peaceful sky outside the window, and did not show any anxiety because there was not much time left.

He held a wine glass in his hand and a cigarette in his hand.

wine.

cigarette.

He looked at these people in front of him, these officials, the chief warlords, some people with a reputation in Mariro, big businessmen, and a few Pengios.

His expression was a little dazed, and there was no focus in his eyes. He tilted his head and looked out the window, but everyone could feel that he was not looking at the sky outside the window, but a picture in a certain space-time fragment!

He was imagining, imagining his father's last moments.

After a while, he regained his senses and took another sip of wine.

"The Federals are so persecuting us, and we have no good way. He and I have encountered the same thing."

"He chose faith and loyalty and inspired us with his life."

His voice gradually went to the bottom, and at this time he could really feel the kind of his father in the last stage of his life... He couldn't tell what it felt like.

He wasn't scared at all, on the contrary, he was still a little excited!

He knew how great what he was going to do and what he would bring to the country, but he still had to do it.

People can live without life, but not without dreams!

Visions of the future, dreams, these things brought an end to their long and cruel reign.

Now he wants to light another light for a country that has suffered untold suffering and for the people who live here.

He didn't know if it was right or not, because from his point of view, if this light was lit, there would be no doubt that this place would be plunged into struggle and struggle for a long time to come.

Many people will die because of this, but they can keep the last fire!

If he didn't, there probably wouldn't be many people injured or even killed, but people would eventually become numb and slaves of grief.

No one should be a natural slave, he should do something.

The people in the room didn't speak, just waited quietly for his decision.

He finished drinking the wine in the glass, and then stood up with the bottle of wine somewhat unsatisfactory, and everyone looked at him with respect.

A few minutes later, the central government radio station started broadcasting to the entire territory of Mariro.

"I am... your President, and today, here, I apologize to each of you for my inability to do anything."

"We may face a more total defeat, with the Confederates taking every inch of our land, plundering our wealth, hurting our families, and enslaving us!"

"But, my people, I know we will never compromise!"

"No matter how terrible the situation is, we will resist. This unfair resistance to fate has always been deeply rooted in our bones!"

"Whoever he is!"

The voice of the president entered everyone's ears through the radio. At this time, Marillo fell into complete silence. Everyone sat by the radio and listened to the words of the person they had never seen, but they trusted very much. .

He laughed twice, "The Federals want me to submit a surrender letter."

"I know better than anyone that if I do that, our spines will be broken!"

"I don't want to see Mariro, like Nagalil, become a slave farm for the Commonwealth."

"I don't want to see the people of Marilo become slaves to the Commonwealth!!"

"They threatened me with death and made me compromise!"

"But at this moment, I tell each of you, there is no compromise!"

"There will be no Marinos kneeling on the ground begging for survival in this world, only Marinos standing dead in resistance and fighting!"

"They threaten me with death, then I'll pay them back!"

"Please everyone, remember this moment!"

"No matter what happens to us in the future, the struggle will not stop!"

"Fight for freedom!"

"Fight for fairness!"

"Always loyal to the country!"

...

More than a minute later, just as people wondered if the broadcast was over, a hasty voice appeared.

"Just now... the President died in the presidential palace wearing the national flag..."

The President is dead, and he knows that he can't fight against the Federals. As long as he lives, he must make a choice!

He has children, a wife, and is in the Commonwealth.

He wondered if the Federals would take advantage of them.

As long as he's alive, some things are going to be troublesome, the Confederates will put the blame on him, and even the Marillos will see the failure as his problem.

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When he was alive, people would gradually become slaves of the Commonwealth in a comfortable way like "we are punishing him for his own fault"!

These are not what he wants to see. What he wants to see is the common pursuit of all people, which is to build a free and fair Mariro that has no war, no exploitation and oppression!

His father had done this before, in the face of death with equanimity.

Now it's his turn, he needs to use death to wake up those sleeping people and let them understand something.

As he stood on top of the presidential palace with the flag draped over his shoulders, he was not afraid.

Even if he knew he was going to die soon.

He greedily looked at this nostalgic world, recalling the bits and pieces of his family, and finally, after swearing a **** in front of the south, he jumped up.

In fact, the Presidential Palace is not high, and the highest place is only about 30 meters. It is still on the highest tower, but this height is enough to fall to death.

He's just like that... uh... smack!

He fell **** the ground, he looked like he was just asleep, lying on the ground, the flag was his quilt.

But soon, blood began to spill from his nose and mouth, little by little from under him, and he died.

No extra words!

When the news of his death spread throughout the territory of Marilo, everyone seemed to realize something faintly, but they couldn't say it too clearly.

Mr. Trueman also knew about it, and he fell into silence.

He has seen many stupid, greedy and fearful people, such as the rulers of Nagalil.

But he also realized that there is no shortage of idealistic lunatics in this world.

After being silent for half a minute for this colleague, he looked at the adjutant beside him and said, "Inform the front line, pay attention to the mood of the people in the occupied area, and if there is a riot, immediately suppress it!"

"In addition, let the Ministry of Defense come up with a milder policy. We can't..." He said, stunned for a while, "Forget it, I will arrange this myself."

Marillo's dead president is far less valuable than when he was alive.

The original plan was to "invite" the president to the Commonwealth to reunite with his family, and also to pass on what happened here to Mariro.

This will make the people of Mariro realize a completely different president --

His family enjoys the best treatment in the Commonwealth.

Living in a big house that ordinary people can't afford, his wife enjoys a leisurely and wealthy life, and his children receive advanced elite education.

These pictures will make those people doubt him, and once the doubt arises, it will never disappear!

This can be a good influence on people, and they will start enjoying the simple life with the federal people in a kind of thinking like "even the president doesn't care why I'm struggling".

But...he **** committed suicide!

If the next strategy in Mariro remains as aggressive as it is now, it is very likely that Mariro will also become a quagmire, and he has to find a way to solve the problem of Mariro as soon as possible.

Originally, he planned to let people from the Ministry of Defense do it, but at this moment, he thought of a person.

A man better at persuading others to accept whatever he says - Lynch!

yes!

Lynch! !

He can always make people feel that what he said is very reasonable, and then blindly trust him, maybe he can also help the Federation in this matter.

After arranging work, Mr. Trueman returned to his study and called Lynch.

Now Lynch is not in the Federation, but on the front line of Amelia.

The Gafra people trust Lynch more than ever at this time, and he not only has something to do with himself in the past, but also has Mr. Truman's instructions.

It is the most correct diplomacy to arrange a person whom both parties trust as a bond.

After receiving the call and briefly understanding the process and results of the matter, Lynch was also a little surprised.

In fact, his thoughts are similar to Mr. Truman. There are always some "stupid" people in this world.

"What do you think we should do next?" Mr. Trueman asked.

The relationship between the two is extraordinary, and Lynch did not hide it. "Find a way to arrange for his child to take over his job as soon as possible. We need to convince the people over there that the war is not for enslaving them."

"We started the war against Mariro to get rid of some of the cancers that live in the country of Mariro~www.readwn.com~ Those cancers are people who have contact with the Pengios."

"They tried to destroy Mariro, and we changed that."

"As for how a child manages a country, I believe you will know better than me!"

After listening to Mr. Trueman, he couldn't help but say, "You are such an asshole, Lynch!"

But right after him he said, "But you're a good asshole!"

"I will seriously consider this proposal. I have to say that your ideas can inspire me a lot!!"

With just a few words from Lynch, Mr. Trueman realized the benefits of doing so.

The Marillo President's child is still very young, only about ten years old. Of course, for such a young child, he can't manage a country well.

Then at this time, the importance of the federation is reflected!