The solar system is broken

The peaceful Youzhou City became disturbed because of a piece of news.

The major general of the 12th Brigade was stabbed and was still being treated at Hequ Hospital.

The information currently known is that the assassin threw a bundle of explosives directly into the officer's train.

Fortunately, his guard changed his position in advance.

But despite this, they still couldn't get out of the car before the bomb was thrown in.

The entire carriage was cut off from two-thirds, and one of the writer's arms was directly blown off.

Blue blood flowed all over the floor. Looking at the blood, the writer was stunned for a moment and fell to the ground.

When Jingx, who was buying oranges, turned around, he saw that the train tracks were bent.

"Wang Defa~"

Stimulate.

Jingkes pulled out his gun and fired several times, knocking the man to the ground.

Then the man was rushed towards and cuffed by two guards. As a result, the man shouted, "For Guangrao Jun Zhaoxue!"

He was bleeding from all his orifices and died on the spot.

You must know that the vitality of the Wrangler is extremely tenacious. This man actually committed suicide by taking poison.

There is generally no way to cause death from poisoning, unless the author makes hydrogen sulfide gas, which instantly kills the body.

Cruel enough.

By the time these people took the writer to Hequ Hospital, the writer's arm had already regenerated.

The aftermath of an assassination creates new waves.

The military took the lead in attacking the moderates in parliament.

If this has anything to do with the parliament, it is just the superficiality of those outside the court.

The assassin shouted the last sentence, "Guangrao Jun Zhaoxue."

Who is Mr. Guangrao? The invisible boss of the dove faction.

Before the assassin's incident is fully investigated, this account can be placed on Dove's head.

At the regular session of the House of Representatives, the military started violently.

The angry second-in-command pulled out the seven wolves from his waist during the meeting and smashed them on the parliament table.

Huo Shan sat in the audience and twitched the corners of his mouth. This must be considered an extraordinary performance.

The light shone on the face of the second-in-command, whose ruddy face was inlaid with scarlet gems.

One member of the House of Representatives was trembling. If Murakami hadn't come out to take off the second-in-command, no one would have doubted that this man would rush to the parliamentary bench and whip the thousand members.

Not many details were revealed about this excessive incident in parliament.

But what we can know is that Speaker Durancy's face is not good.

Then Guangtai went all out, accusing the intelligence agency of ineffective counter-infiltration. This accusation included the distortion of the number of people employed in the city, the attack on Youzhou, and the assassination of the writer.

Then the Ministry of Justice dismissed the three complaints filed by Guangtai.

Then Huo Shan, the number one figure in the military, went out in person and fought with the judicial officer, the speaker of the assembly, and the prosecutor.

(The truth is that the second-in-command is too powerful and dare not use it easily.)

As a result, the three parties triggered a battle of national essence. Huo Shan singled out the three opponents and won three consecutive victories.

It's a pity that there are no reporters present, so something big must happen.

However, this kind of wrangling is destined to have no ending.

Before the assassination incident was completely settled, it was revealed that Huo Shan was accidentally shot by the guards of the inner palace, questioning the professionalism of the inner palace.

And the parties involved were summoned to the meeting in a serious manner.

"Now," Huo Shan stood up from his seat and showed a form to everyone, "The list I have in my hand is the list of guards from the inner palace."

The lights flashed and the whole place was silent.

Huo Shan gently slapped the piece of paper on the table and said, "Jackson, Damis and Gu Hu are the staff of the inner government."

"They stopped our car at the foot of Taoyuanshan Airport and fired a shot at my car."

Huo Shan gently twisted up another piece of paper.

Through the distant light, those congressmen could not actually see anything, but there was no need to doubt it.

"This is the maintenance certificate of my car. An 8mm pistol bullet hit the front wheel of the Chevrolet military vehicle."

"This bullet," he gently held up a plastic bag, which contained a deformed bullet head, "the impact point is only one angle away from my head."

Huo Shan tilted his head and looked at the big bosses.

"Less than 24 hours after this incident happened, our frontline commanders and fighters were assassinated again."

"Nonsense!" The people in the inner palace stood up from their seats with a slap in the face.

"It's not impossible for your military department to get a standard bullet for the Guards!"

"Oh~" Huo Shan stared at the person in the inner palace, then picked up another piece of paper, "This is a confession, something about Mr. Gao~"

The whole place was in an uproar.

Although most people didn't believe this, they didn't expect Huo Shan to be so ruthless and bring in the boss of the inner palace.

Gao Bing's face looked extremely bad, and he sat down there, livid, without saying a word.

"You mean my inner government assassinates you Guangtai!"

Absurd, extremely absurd.

But what does it matter?

Just disgusting.

"I didn't say~" Huo Shan waved his hand.

"you!"

"Gentlemen," Huo Shan raised his right hand and extended an index finger, pointing to the light above his head, "Our soldiers are standing on the battlefield of gunpowder smoke. This is their responsibility."

"But..." waved his hand. "These arrows flying from behind should not be suffered by them. This is what I, a military and political officer, should do."

"While you were running for your lives, our soldiers stopped the vicious cavalry on the bridge and stopped the atrocities."

"The blood they shed should not be as sparse and ordinary as it should be."

Huo Shan's language is very high-pitched, maybe he has some speaking skills.

His voice filled the entire parliament.

In passionate speeches, there is not much rationality, only sensationalism.

Two days after this incident.

The three major departments began to fire on military and political officials.

First, the civil affairs officials filed a motion of no confidence against the military and administrative officials.

The reason is that during the Youzhou Raid War, the entire population of Youzhou City dropped by 10%.

As soon as this distrust was raised, the judicial officer established a project and started an investigation.

The entire investigation team verified all of Tosa's orders and used them as evidence in court for prosecution.

Of course, the military department is not a vegetarian. For some military orders that are not beneficial to itself, it refuses to investigate on the grounds of military confidentiality.

The prosecutor came on stage and accused the military department of incompetent operations and serious mistakes in command, which resulted in a large number of casualties in the 112th Regiment.

The two lawsuits started at the same time, and the summons from the Youzhou City Court was as loud as snowflakes.

Although it looked quite lively, there was nothing anyone could do about it.

There was a small interlude in the middle, where the prosecutor showed a photo of a war correspondent.

In the picture, Huo Shan is on the tower of Kaishan Ancient City, holding his chest, seemingly in pain.

A prosecutor pointed to the photo and said to the judge, "Mr. Judge, I think you have already seen this photo."

The judge picked up the photo, glanced at it, and nodded, "Youzhou Express has published this photo."

"OK."

The young prosecutor nodded, and then slowly said to the military and political officials on the opposite side, "Although we admire Mr. Huo Shan for commanding the battle despite being injured, is there such a possibility..."

The inspector pulled out a medical examination form from the hospital and said, "This is the hospital examination report from the military and political officer a month ago."

Pointing to the red stamp on his hand, Youzhou National Hospital.

"The physical examination showed that Mr. Huo Shan had a severe acute febrile infection, which can cause internal bleeding, severe visual hallucinations, and decreased judgment."

The inspector tilted the table slightly, and then said in a dull tone, "We have reason to believe that the order issued on Kaishan is unreasonable."

An officer sitting in the dock laughed, "The command created the most perfect plan, but the people who executed them executed the stupidest orders. Shouldn't this be the government's problem?"

"Sorry," the prosecutor said to the judge, "what we are discussing now is whether Mr. Huo Shan may have made a wrong decision."

"..." The officer's teeth were itching, how could he possibly speak to this inspector.

However, there is no way to pass the no-confidence motion in the military.

If this is passed, it will be tantamount to subverting the new power established by the entire military.

As for why a public prosecution was launched, the main reason was to shirk responsibility for the war losses over this period of time.

Don't say it's useless, for people who have grown up in freedom, this is what they need.

The whole incident, from the assassination of the writer to the climax of the dispute, took place not long ago, only about 10 days.

Youzhou is still discussing the assassination of the writer, who has long since recovered.

River meander.

The setting sun sinks.

Like a pair of sleepy eyes, feebly overlooking the earth.

The winter snow falls, covering the distant mountains with a layer of wedding clothes.

The light yellow mixed with the white of the wedding dress spreads to the endless distance.

The writer put on a coat and stood on the tower in the meander of the river, watching the sunset.

The rays of sunlight reflected his pale face.

After rubbing his hands, the writer exhaled a cloud of mist.

"The river goes up and down... suddenly it stops surging~ the mountain dances like a silver snake and a wax figure~"

"A general is nothing more than a mediocre person."

I have to admire those men of letters, the scenery they see is always so different from their own.

Eliminating the senses, a throbbing flow is perfect~

The mottled city wall has been covered by snow, and the city bricks cannot be seen clearly.

But compared to this, the writer felt that the six guards behind him were more of an eyesore.

They have been inseparable since they climbed up the tower, and the writer is speechless, as if he can't kill him if he gets two more guards.

"Jinx," the writer waved, "I remember this is a military camp, right? Why did you bring so many people out?"

"Everything is for your safety." Jinx didn't even raise his eyelids.

In Jinx's eyes, writers are the kind of chickens who die if they twist their necks.

Stop talking.

Although he was unhappy, he knew that Jinx was doing it for his own good.

"The sun is going to set~" The writer looked at the distant mountains, feeling inexplicably lonely.

The emptiness made him a little overwhelmed, and he didn't know why he felt empty.

Suddenly he saw a small spire, golden.

The big red wall is on the distant mountain ridge.

"Buddhist temple?"

"Yes," Jinx nodded.

Surprisingly, Jingx actually knew about this thing.

"You know?"

"I am a Hequ person."

The writer was stunned, not expecting that Jinx was actually a city-state citizen.

"When... was the temple established?" The writer originally wanted to say what dynasty it was about, but when he thought about it, there was no such thing as a dynasty in Muma Star.

"About two hundred years ago, someone came here, built a temple and opened a monk farm here, but it has become lonely recently."

"Buddhist?"

As a religion, its belief base is quite large.

To be honest, the writer is a bit complicated about Buddhism. He didn't like it until he met the unknown monk from Guanghua Temple that night.

As for what the Buddha said, the writer doesn't quite believe it.

"Jinx, can I go there?"

"Go?" Jinx shook his head, "It seems there is no one there."