Female president's private killer

"Lieutenant General Fang must be back!" A naval officer said excitedly, "he must be back."

"Yes!" In the expectation of the public, poplar nodded and said, "Panjiang Haijiang will also believe that lieutenant general Fang has returned. The general said that only Fang Chutian would do this. If you were old man Tianji, you would leave some prisoners! You know, even the old warships of the Falkland empire are very precious to the waters of Atlantis. "

"Lieutenant General Fang won't care about this!" A major general said in a loud voice, "he wants to be captured. He is also a prisoner of the American fleet. He won't let go of anyone else. He'll kill everything he can! "

"Good boy! In just three hours, there are six A-class fleets. " A lieutenant colonel smacked his tongue: "even if the Falklands lined up to be killed by the tough guys, it would take an hour, wouldn't it? I can't imagine how the fierce army completed it! "

"If you can think of it, you are a Chinese hero!" A colonel patted the lieutenant colonel on the shoulder, looked around and said, "before that, who thought Fang Chutian would directly attack Midway Island and rhodebia island? If we were leading the Hummer fleet, the major general must have raised his head and looked at Colonel poplar.

Colonel poplar met his eyes and nodded fiercely: "more importantly, let me talk!"

He looked around with eager eyes and punched him on the table: "this is a vacuum period for NATO forces. Panjiang sea will decide to implement the 'awakening' plan and act immediately!"

The eternal sun spans the sky. The red sprinkled the blazing light and heat unreservedly on Newton's estuary.

Dazzling reflections beat through the wreckage.

They suddenly jumped onto a piece of cracked warship shell, and then jumped onto a piece of glass that seemed to melt into the dark. Sometimes they disappeared collectively, and sometimes they were like dark clouds scattered on the lake with sunshine, rippling with countless sparkling golden lights.

The empty sea area is colorful because of the debris in the sky. However, what this beautiful scenery brings to people is not charming pleasure, but cold despair.

A Chinese Fleet drew an arc at the edge of the debris group and entered the predetermined position.

On the left side of the fleet, which has been reduced by 30%, is the fleet in the patio area, while on the right side is the fleet in the raging hills area.

Chinese officers and soldiers quietly watched the endless debris, watching the pieces of copper and iron floating and rolling in front of them.

Everything is like a dream.

No one can believe that just a few hours ago, these fragments were a complete warship.

Huaxia, how long have you been here?

One month, two months?

Go back to the long river of time and go upstream. People seem to be able to see these fragments and piece together a warship. At that time, the people driving them were still alive, talking, walking, running and roaring. Those vigorous and strong bodies are still full of the power of life and so vibrant.

However, as a candle fireworks bloomed in the sea, life disappeared, and the warships became pieces of debris that could not tell who and who. Some of them flew into the depths of the sea and became vagrants on the sea. Others stayed and quietly formed this reef belt occupying the whole sea area.

They scattered disorderly on the sea, wrapped the souls of the dead people, rolled in the light of the sun, and reflected a gorgeous and dazzling light from time to time.

Every time this light shines, it seems to repeat the fierce battle and reproduce the blooming fireworks! Fireworks of life!

"Bell!"

A piercing battle alarm sounded in the ship. The red warning light is spinning and flashing in the corridor, on the deck, in the cabin and in the command room.

"Get ready to fight!" On the radio came the roar of the combat officer.

With this roar, the Chinese officers and soldiers only saw one American battleship after another in the quiet debris outside the side window, crashing the floating debris with their majestic and ferocious bow and emerging in front of their eyes.

They either grasped the control lever of the rotating turret, or drove the fighter into the ejection channel to prepare for the final battle!

No one knows whether it can repel the attack of the American fleet this time. No one knows whether he can survive this last battle.

They only know that when their warships cruised around the floating debris and entered the attack position, the distant friendly fleet has started the final charge with the most ferocious attitude!

It was a tattered warship. They gathered into a trident formation, like a goshawk with a straight lower berth, smashed away the wreckage and rushed to the American fleet.

Their tattered hull trembled in the rapid advance, and their scarred bow cleaved through the debris.

When the first salvo of the Chinese Fleet lit up, when a Chinese frigate that was too dilapidated to support completely collapsed under the impact of the wreckage. A Chinese major suddenly took off his hat and burst into tears.

These unscrupulous guys stubbornly stood in front of the American fleet and launched their charge when the final battle came.

They say it's proud to bleed for their country, and it's a shame to watch others bleed!

Through the vast sea, the major seemed to hear the roar of the warship in the countless wreckage, and the roar of the crazy people in the warship. At this moment, they must be laughing. Heartless, indifferent smile. At this moment, they must not be lonely or lonely. Beside them, there are companions who go hand in hand and countless heroes who smile in this sea area!

They are burning their last lives, using the whole world as a canvas to draw the most heroic picture of this country. They are a bunch of proud bastards!

"Today, we must leave our home."

On the TV screen, Cao Dezheng's thin and old figure stood quietly in front of the Chinese national flag in the chairman's office.

At the moment, millock Island, a busy scene. Countless planes are taking off in an endless stream, and countless buses, trucks and private cars loaded with luggage are leaving the city.

Chinese soldiers stood quietly on both sides of the street, maintaining order. People with families, either in cars, planes, trains, or in the airport waiting hall, look at their beloved commander.

Cao Dezheng's voice echoed in the sky: "our soldiers and our fleet are fighting bloody battles at Newton's mouth of the sea at the moment. They will use their lives to buy us eight to twelve hours of evacuation time. "

"We must remember the hours we bought with our lives." Cao Dezheng bent down slowly, bowed and said with tears: "they are fighting for this country and will last until the last minute of their lives!"

The crowd in front of the TV was silent. Some girls covered their mouths, some old people suddenly fainted, and many people cried.

They are the families of the fleet officers and soldiers at Newton's sea port. In that sea battle, they are their sons, their brothers, their husbands or fathers. And those Chinese men will not be able to come back to them.

"Whether you are relatives of these soldiers, whether you don't know them, and whether you can still receive the death notice from us after you leave your home today." Cao Dezheng slowly said, "but you must be proud of these good boys!"

"Yes, we are proud."

Cao Dezheng raised the volume. That sonorous and powerful voice suddenly rang through the whole world.

"Since the outbreak of the patriotic war, one enemy after another has come in front of us, Falkland, bethus to sus, and now the United States, taking turns to try to conquer us."

"Unfortunately, they were disappointed. They can't take our pride! "

"We are proud of the sacrifices made by our 38 million brave Chinese youth to defend our self-sufficiency and dignity."

"We are proud that we are still such a strong backbone in front of the enemy's strong ships and guns."

"We are proud of our high heads."

"We are also proud of our belief in victory even if we have to leave today!"

Cao Dezheng said in one breath. Finally, he couldn't suppress his mood: "we'll come back!"

He clenched his fist and burst into tears: "this is our land and our sea. This is where we have lived for generations! "

Many people are wiping their tears. In the airport waiting hall, a fat Chinese youth suddenly fell off his luggage, knelt on the ground and knocked three heads at his parents.

"Dad, mom, when you get to the mainland, find your brother and tell him I'm going to be a soldier!" Under the gaze of the crowd, the fat Chinese youth burst into tears: "I can't watch those bastards ruin our lives and do nothing! We have two sons. Let my brother bring you two old people to the end. "

He suddenly put a tear on his sleeve, squeezed out the crowd and ran away. The mother, who had been crying like a tearful man, stretched out her hand to catch him and wanted to say something to him, but was held by her father.

"His brother has died." The old mother cried bitterly, and the sad voice made the people around him cry like rain: "he doesn't know that his brother died two years ago!"

The old father held his mother's arm tightly and his lips trembled.

"Don't cry." He murmured, "don't cry. You knew he would go, you knew. "

Looking at the old man holding his wife and telling her not to cry, he burst into two lines of old tears. Many people in the crowd around him had cried.

"Here is our freedom and our glory..."

"We'll be back!" Cao Dezheng's voice echoed in the waiting hall.

"I promise you that no matter how much sacrifice we pay, no matter how much price we pay, one day we will rebuild our city and our home. Restore our peaceful life. "

"I promise you that no matter how far away this dream is and how difficult the road ahead is, we will eventually realize our oath!"

The world quieted down at this moment. On the streets of the city, only those Chinese youth who flocked to the recruitment registration point were running, and only the Chinese national flag was waving in the wind.

The crowd composed of the elderly, women, children and a small number of middle-aged men stood quietly under the radio, surrounded by the square TV screen, the aircraft aisle and the street building.

"This is a heroic country. We will never be conquered." Cao Dezheng spoke calmly and slowly.

The familiar words were so gentle in his mouth, but so powerful.

His eyes sparkled with tears of pride.

For a long time, he put down his speech and looked directly at all the people, so that tears finally poured out of his eyes: "long live China!"