After breaking up the engagement, Slag Gong is really sweet to White Swan

In the early morning, the secretary pushed open the door of He Mingfeng's office, but there was no one there.He froze for a moment, this had never happened before, during these years of war, He Mingfeng was always the first and the last to leave, and sometimes he even lived directly in the office.

He Mingfeng's life is two-point and one-line, with no entertainment, so monotonous that even the secretary doesn't know where to find him. The secretary walked around the office, and suddenly found two bags of classified documents on the office desk, and his heart suddenly went to him. The next sinking.

The thick document bag reads "Military affairs - entrusted to the staff to handle", and there are three plans in it. The first plan is how to quickly stabilize the morale of the army, the second plan is the candidate for the marshal, and the third plan is the next step. The directions are all detailed and effective, and each plan is handwritten for nearly a hundred pages, obviously well thought out.

The other file bag contained personal affairs entrusted to the secretary. There were only a few pieces of paper in it, and most of them were Xueqiu's cases!He hopes that the secretary can take good care of his cat. Regarding He Mingfeng personally, there is only one sentence: the ashes are buried on the spot, and all property is turned over to the state.

The secretary looked at this thing similar to a will, and felt unstoppable sadness gushing from his heart amidst the extreme tension. The only marshal since the establishment of the empire, so what if he has a high position and authority?If He Mingfeng died, there would be no family to collect his ashes, no place to bury him, and no one to inherit his property. There was only one sentence that explained everything about his life and death.

He didn't dare to say anything about it, and he didn't know where the marshal went after leaving these "last words". The secretary locked the door of the office with a key, and patrolled the barracks as if nothing had happened.In the morning, he searched inside and outside the barracks, but found nothing. Just when the secretary almost gave up and wanted to report the disappearance of the marshal to the staff, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure crawling at the starting point of the secret mission!

"Why the hell are you still here?!" He thought he was dazzled, and the military uniform was soaked in cold sweat in an instant, and there was a "buzz" in his mind, and he swooped up to grab the death squad and shouted loudly: "Leave at six o'clock, Blow up on time at twelve o'clock, everyone is waiting for you to blow up the arsenal! You didn't complete the mission, didn't you make the follow-up deployment all die?! The arsenal was not blown up, the enemy would take up weapons and kill our people Kill them all!"

"It's time... It's almost time..." The young soldier stared at the western sky with a bloodless face, his eyes widened and trembling like chaff, and he counted down like a bewildered mouth: "Time here we go... blast

There are still five seconds, four seconds... one second! "

The last second seemed to be infinitely prolonged. The secretary felt that his heart, liver, spleen and lungs were completely cold, and the whole world was shaking. He lost his footing and almost fell down. Don't dare to think about the consequences of this matter, every mistake on the battlefield must be filled with life!

"Success! It's not bad for a second!" The soldier's sudden roar woke up the secretary from the mental stress. The red signal flare that leaps into the sky!

"Oh my god! The arsenal has really been taken away!" The secretary almost wanted to cry, he knew how difficult this task was, and it was almost impossible to complete, so he slapped the soldier on the back vigorously, and he froze again the next second Stopped, a chill rushed up his back, his scalp was numb, his hands and feet were cold, he rushed over and grabbed the soldier's collar again: "Who went for you?! Who is it!"

Twilight is everywhere, and the sky is a fleet of warships and spaceships returning from victory.The secretary and the young soldier squatted in the grove. Their emotions had gone from the initial agitation to numbness. The secretary looked at the cigarette butts all over the floor and asked in a low voice, "If it were you, how sure are you that you can escape?"

"...I don't have any confidence. The difficulty of safely withdrawing from this task is much greater than sneaking in." The soldier bowed his head in shame: "So I... am afraid." He was already ready to die, but when a The chance to survive suddenly appeared in front of him, the instinct to survive overcame the rational responsibility, and he involuntarily handed over the bomb device on his body to He Mingfeng.

The secretary has not informed the staff about this matter. Under such circumstances, it is too abnormal to search for a person on a large scale. If He Mingfeng is still in the enemy-occupied area, wouldn't he be exposed instead?They had to wait for his return, or find his body a few days later.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the secretary's heart was getting heavier. His legs were numb from squatting, and he lit another cigarette with shaking hands.He involuntarily imitated He Mingfeng and exhaled a puff of smoke, and the hair hanging on his forehead was slightly fluttered by the breath, making those light brown eyes hidden in the hazy mist, making it hard to see clearly.The secretary saw He Mingfeng smoking like this more than once, and at first he only felt that he was very mysterious and stylish, but only later did he realize his loneliness and exhaustion.

The secretary crushed the cigarette butt, and asked again unwillingly: "What are the chances of coming back alive?! You tell me the truth..."

The soldier is already a little speechless, the more time passes

The lower the chance of He Mingfeng coming back alive, he blamed himself to the extreme and finally knelt down on the ground, holding his headache and crying: "It's all my fault...it's all because I'm greedy for life and afraid of death! How could I , How can I let the marshal complete the task for me?! Damn it is me!"

"I have rehearsed this task many times, and I have never been able to leave the arsenal within a safe time. If I go there, I will definitely die, and I will be blown to pieces! But I want to go home... There are still people waiting for me at home... ..."

The secretary took off his glasses with a sore nose. He seemed to be able to vaguely guess the intention of the marshal, because He Mingfeng had no home, and no one expected him to go back. At night, holding a candle and talking to the painting he bought, his voice was full of desolate sobs and echoes.

The young soldier wiped the tears from his face with his hands, took a deep breath, and said with trembling lips: "I'll wait until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, if the marshal hasn't come back, I'll go find him, at least take him... Come back. But if you can't find it..."

When the secretary thought that He Mingfeng might have died in the blast and not even the ashes were left behind, the tears that had always been in his eyes fell out.He Mingfeng is the hero of the empire!In his last words, there were only two things about himself, and there was one thing he couldn't do, which made even a subordinate feel his heart was so oppressed that it almost shattered.

They were weeping, and they were so uncomfortable that they fell silent. Amidst the gloom and mist, a hoarse voice suddenly said, "...Is that how you welcome me?"

The two raised their heads in amazement at the same time, and a tall figure flashed out of the dark woods. He was like a nimble cheetah, running without making any sound.

"Marshal!" The soldier rushed over excitedly, "You're really back? This, this is unbelievable!"

He Mingfeng's right arm and back were burned by the blast blast, and the camouflage uniform was dyed red, but judging from the difficulty of this task, he suffered only minor injuries.

"I said before that I am a little more confident than you in doing this task." He Mingfeng patted him on the shoulder indifferently, acting calmly.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry Marshal, no matter what I say, I shouldn't let you complete the task for me!" The soldier cried loudly: "I'm too cowardly... I, I don't deserve to be a soldier at all!"

"Don't worry, you just obeyed my order." He Mingfeng said slowly in an indescribable tone: "You will be afraid, and you will want to live, because we are people with seven emotions and six desires... ..”

He squeezed the wound on his right arm with his hand,

He said with a sigh: "Isn't the ending good now? The task is completed, and we are all still alive."

The secretary wiped away his tears, put on his glasses, and returned to his usual elite appearance. He stepped forward and said, "Marshal, please go and treat the injury first."

He Mingfeng looked at him and nodded, "Don't alarm anyone about this, I have bandages and wound medicine in my office."

The secretary cut open He Mingfeng's blood-smeared military uniform, and the wound on his back was shocking. Maybe if he took a few steps less during the explosion, He Mingfeng would really be killed on the spot.

"Marshal, I need a reasonable explanation." The secretary helped him wrap up the wound, and asked with a serious face: "Why did you make this decision? Do you know how much pressure I am under? What do those documents mean!"

He Mingfeng lowered his eyes and said, "Sorry, I just...suddenly realized that the soldier is still very young..."

"Please tell the truth." The secretary couldn't help but raise his voice to interrupt him, "I won't believe these excuses! It's just a sudden decision? The handwritten manuscript of nearly [-] pages was written in one day? Don't be an idiot , You can fool that soldier, but you can't hide it from me, you clearly planned this day long ago!"

"What do you mean, I don't understand." He Mingfeng turned the leather chair, turned his back to the secretary, and said flatly: "You are under too much mental stress. You have worked hard today. Go back and rest."

The secretary slapped the table emotionally, completely disregarding his position, "It's not me who is under too much mental pressure, you must receive treatment! I just saw the wound on your shoulder, a series of burns from cigarette butts Traces, this is a typical self-destructive behavior!"

He breathed a sigh of relief and said word by word: "You want to die!"

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感谢在2020-07-0622:53:38~2020-07-0723:59:32期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: Congratulations to the coffee in the old tofu block; 2 piece of old snow in the old city;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!