Female president's private killer

"It was an exciting moment." The reporter sighed with emotion.

Born in that era, he knew what that battle meant to his parents.

If it had not been for the victory of that battle, he would never have grown up in peacetime. Until now, when his father tells about his experience in the war, what he hears most is the name of Fang Chutian and the southeast victory.

For the people of that era, it was a memory that could never be erased.

"I know that since the victory of that crucial battle, the whole war situation has fundamentally reversed. History is always dazzling. The drama of the truth discovered by people after the event is far more than drama, film and the most absurd and imaginative novel.

Originally, the reporter thought that the heavy note was the fire and martyrdom explosion of Qin demon's flagship, but he didn't expect that the note was so strange and low, just like a long sigh.

"No sacrifice, no victory."

When Qin demon and the officers of his group regarded Huang Shengtian's famous saying as the supreme truth and let countless hot-blooded and impulsive soldiers follow them on the road of no return to militarism, no one thought that this sentence would become their final portrayal!

However, this time, Qin demon became the victim of luring William III. The victory was attributed to Huang Shengtian and Fang Chutian.

For a time, everything that happened in that era and all the characters floated in the reporter's mind one by one.

Huang Shengtian, Fang Chutian, cherda, Qin demon, Tianji old man, Zhao XiaoSuan, Cao Dezheng, William III, Nicholas v

They are either wise and quiet, or sinister and cunning, or extraordinary wisdom, or brilliant, or ambitious, or loyal and fearless, or tenacious. Everyone's face is so clear and fresh.

It was a time of war.

An era that belongs to them.

No matter what their goal is, whether they represent justice or not, they have left their voice, their footprints, their ideals, their blood, their joys and sorrows in that era.

Each of them is a note of that era. Their lives were completely burned for that era.

With the dramatic death of Qin demon, the vast era has been condensed into a stage play with changing lights, gorgeous scenery and ups and downs of plot.

All gratitude and resentment, all the gunfire and smoke in the sky, turned into a long sigh and gradually disappeared.

The reporter sighed and closed his notebook.

"Another cup of coffee?" Ma Peiqi picked up the coffee pot and continued a cup for the reporter.

"I've drunk a lot. I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight." The reporter smiled and thought that if he really couldn't sleep at night, it might not be because of coffee.

Today, I am so lucky to have the opportunity to listen to marshal Ma Peiqi, who personally experienced the war, talk about the past and be so close to history.

"Last question." The reporter took the coffee and looked at Ma Peiqi with bright eyes.

"Oh?" The old man smoked his pipe and said with a smile, "you have a lot of problems. Ready to let me shake it off all at once? "

"Of course!" The reporter smiled and said, "this is the only personal interview you have accepted in so many years. If I don't seize this opportunity, I'm afraid I'll be fired by the boss who is waiting for me in the office. "

"It's a big deal." The old man smiled and said solemnly, "ask."