Face Slapping the General

Even though I told Ji Yao this way, Wu Qiao couldn't think of anything.

When the empire was in the autumn of survival and death, various forces were pulling the country, and it seemed that it was about to fall apart.

The emperor's majesty plummeted, and the imperial palace, which seemed to be magnificent before, was so embarrassed.

Should revolution be? The revolutionaries have no doubt about this, but the system, like a human bone, must be extremely painful to skin and change bones. An ordinary operation still needs time to regain vitality, let alone become a new one with blood on the bones?

However, if you are really dying, you might as well take a chance and try, as there is at least a chance of life.

Then, another thing happened-Tan Yan was made the Imperial Marshal.

The empire originally did not have the rank of marshal, but now it seems to be trying to reduce domestic dissatisfaction by exaggerating victory.

Tan Yan was named the Imperial Marshal because of a grand victory.

In that battle, Tan Yan pretended to attack a planet, and the secondary troops went to intercept the enemy who might come to support them. When they were halfway through, they suddenly killed a carbine. Taking advantage of the darkness, lightning struck the actual target. The pretending force flanked the previous planet. In the second stage of the campaign, I made a bold and desperate move. With the original planning law opening up the situation, I decided to let the main force fully support the light cavalry mecha unit that accidentally broke through a little defense line of the defender, and finally made it all across the line. Rout.

Taken out alone, this command is not a great highlight in Tan Yan's career, but the Republic side tried to exaggerate Tan Yan's ability to cover up the fact that he unexpectedly lost. The empire is also very happy to comment on this legend, and follow the tide, trying to convince the people that a personal hero can save the country's destiny.

"From now on you will be the marshal's wife." Tan Yan said half-jokingly.

"Oh." Wu Qiao also joked, "What is the treatment for the marshal's wife?"

"...I don't know." Tan Yan was a little dumbfounded, "I am the first in the empire."

"Have your allowance increased?" Wu Qiao continued to tease Tan Yan.

"...Forgot to ask."

"So maybe nothing has changed."

"Yes..." Tan Yan thought for a long time, "There are two new clothes."

"There are two new clothes?" Wu Qiao smiled, "It's okay, it's finally different."

"..."

Wu Qiao licked his lips: "Next time I see you, watch me take it off fiercely." Wu Qiao admits that he is not an indulgent person, and he rarely solves it by himself. He joined the army until he was 18 years old. Then I knew how to make it. And he also has everything that Tan Yan has. Wu Qiao really doesn't understand this. That's why he finds the other person's body attractive.

"It doesn't matter who picks it up," Tan Yan said lightly.

"Marshal..." After a long time, Wu Qiao called his military rank again in private, because Wu Qiao felt that the new name was a bit fresh, "Actually..."

"Ok?"

Wu Qiao held the pillow that Tan Yan gave him: "Actually, I don't seem to want you to be a marshal."

Because the pillow allows people to talk directly, Wu Qiao did not use communication equipment after going to bed at night. But he has a habit, a habit that even Tan Yan doesn’t know about. When talking in this way, he likes to lie on his side and put the pillow in his arms. Sometimes he even uses one of his chins or rubs against it. It will make him feel more comfortable.

Tan Yan asked: "What's the matter?"

"I..." Wu Qiao seemed to answer the question not exactly, "I feel so scared."

"Why on earth?"

"Now, you are the only marshal in the empire."

"Correct."

"So, it is now the representative of military power."

"..."

"I'm afraid, if one day, the monarchy collapses and the country changes hands, you...As a representative of the military power of the old age, what bad things will happen to you." There has been too much of this in history, and Wu Qiao really can't help it. do not worry.

"Why do you think so much?"

"If you have anything to do with you, I always think about it a lot."

"When it's the day, it's never too late to think about it, because even if you think about it, what's the use? You can't help yourself in troubled times. No one's tomorrow is in your own hands. The same is true for you and me."

"Tan Yan," Wu Qiao asked again, "if the revolutionaries really fight, how do you think you will choose? They will probably come soon."

Wu Qiao was counting on Tan Yan to give him a different answer. He wants Tan Yan to be so smart, maybe he has other ideas.

However, no.

Tan Yan hardly thought about it and said: "I still do my own thing."

"..."

"I still need me to fight against foreign enemies. Except for me, no one in the empire has a winning rate of more than half. There is no one in Darren, and even less, especially when facing that guy..."

"That guy" in Tan Yan's mouth is the supreme commander of the Republic. The empires hated him so much that they gritted their teeth, and even hated table tennis, because "that guy" never thought about applying for the military academy, just because he met a friend who played table tennis together on the eve of the test, and that friend reported At the military academy, the future supreme commander enrolled in the military academy in order to continue playing table tennis together in the future. Later, the Supreme Commander failed to hit the national table tennis professional league. He finished his studies in desperation and graduated from the military academy with a dismal score of 1786 and entered the army. It can be said that without the sport of table tennis, the empire might not have fallen to this point, and it might have won the war long ago. After Xiao En's death, only Tan Yan played against him to win each other. Almost everyone else could not get rid of the fate of being swept away, and even one-third of the winning rate could not be guaranteed.

Hearing this, Wu Qiao fell silent, and then asked, "Have you forgotten me?" He currently has a record of complete victory, although he has not yet faced the commander in front of him.

"Not counting you." Tan Yan said, "You and I are tied together."

"Oh…"

"So... if I disappear too, the Imperial Army will probably not be able to survive for a long time to be beaten to the Capital Star. I have to stay here. This is my biggest mission." His mission is not to lose his country's land.

"...You are still so narcissistic."

"It's just the facts." Tan Yan said again, "so I can't go."

"..."

"The emperor is the supreme officer of the army. He has the final say about the army. I can't change too much. I don't want to lead people to fight the revolutionary army, but as a symbol of being shot down, I think it's pretty good. It's possible, I just hope they have someone who can replace me."

At this moment, the fight against the Republic is already very reluctant. It is unrealistic to try to resist orders and change troops. Tan Yan knows that most of the people in the army are still loyal to the emperor.

"Tan Yan!"

"Just talk about it." Tan Yan chuckled. "So out of selfishness, I still hope that the political situation is stable. After all, I still want to marry you gracefully."

"..." Wu Qiao understood that Tan Yan wanted to reform rather than revolution.

"Okay, don't worry, go to bed."

"Tan Yan."

"what happened again?"

"I love you."

Tan Yan was stunned when he heard this, and after a while, he responded to Wu Qiao: "Me too, go to sleep."

"Oh."

But Wu Qiao couldn't sleep.

Some thoughts burned in his chest.

After such a long time, Wu Qiao felt in his heart that he was a little inclined to revolution. He also doesn't want to count on the emperor. Even if the emperor starts reforms, he will not easily delegate power. When will it be possible to truly realize the constitution? Now the emperor makes a faint move from time to time. If this goes on, it may really decline to the point where there is no room for improvement. By then, it will be too late to be rescued if he is dying.

Changing the government to rule the empire probably won't get worse.

According to Wu Qiao's personality, he might even feel that it is okay to change the dynasty by himself. He should have existed for such a moment.

But now, for the sake of love, he gave up all of it, and chose the path of guarding the gates of the dilapidated forces, which is completely contrary to "changing the world."

Tan Yan... Tan Yan said he would not leave.

He and Tan Yan may be burned to ashes by the raging fire of the new era.

Wu Qiao felt that he almost didn't know himself. If he changed the past, he would definitely feel that life like himself was meaningless.

That person...how could it be so important?

Wu Qiao couldn't sleep, got up in cloak, stood in front of the window and stared outside.

It was pitch black outside the window, and there was no way to see the road clearly.

Wu Qiao stared at him with wide eyes, but there was still no clear outline in front of him.

After a while, Wu Qiao walked to the table, poured a little ink into the inkstone, and spread out another piece of paper.

Give it to Tan Yan... he thought, it's also a romantic thing.

After writing the words, I took a picture and sent it to Tan Yan's communication device. When the other party sees these words tomorrow morning, he should feel a little warm.

At this time, only Tan Yan was happy to make him feel happy.

It's... sweet and sad.

Wu Qiao writes well. He has been practicing for a few years and won some competition awards when he was in school, so he always regards handwriting as one of his specialties.

After he settled down, Wu Qiao raised his pen, turned his wrist, pointed his palm, and carefully wrote the four characters he wanted to write on the paper, "Wind and Rainy Same Road".

"..." After he finished writing, he took a look and felt that he hadn't let go, so he pushed the paper aside and laid another piece of paper.

Time passed by every minute.

I don't know if it's because I can't calm down, Wu Qiao always feels very dissatisfied, and the words are ugly.

I wrote more than a dozen pictures in a row, and instead of seeing a good one, one picture was not as good as one, and at least one of the four words always failed to write.

Wu Qiao felt annoyed, threw the pen on the table, and threw the dozens of words "wind and rain in the same way" into the trash can in a vent.

After tossing for an hour, nothing was written.

Only a faint fragrance of ink was left in the room.