Chapter 163 The Mountain Rain Is Coming
At night, the sky above the Arctic Circle shines with a silver light, and the sun's rays shine on the ice continuously until late autumn.
There is no starlight, no moonlight, only the blue sun and the bitter snowfield wind.
Holding a glass of wine in his hand, Tang Fang stood quietly on the balcony on the south side of the banquet hall, watching the afterglow of the slanting sun in silence.
"Boom, boom, boom." The sound of low footsteps came from behind. Don't think about it, it must be Marion, that old guy who is nearly 70 years old and can still drink several catties of spirits without getting drunk.
"What are you looking at? So preoccupied?" Marion put the wine on the window sill, and wiped his beard hanging down to his jaw, which was stained with a layer of crystal clear wine.
"Night." Tang Fang's answer was very short.
"Night? It's obviously daytime." Marion was silent for a while: "I'm old and useless, and I don't know if I can wait until the next tomorrow."
"Will do……"
"I hope so."
Tang Fang turned his head and looked straight at the thick Viking man in front of him. He casually shook the whiskey in the glass, took a sip, and suddenly smiled: "Tell me about your legendary experience, I But I am very curious about the twelve of you."
"Legendary?" Marion's robust body like a cow trembled lightly: "Is it legendary... strange...?"
"If possible, I really hope that this legend has never existed."
Marion poured half a glass of wine into his mouth, and there was a look of nostalgia in his piercing eyes.
"Garcia's Klose town has such an intoxicating setting sun at dusk... My home is on the edge of the town, an old house passed down from my grandfather, with mottled walls and painted fences , and the overgrown backyard. Of course. Not to mention the old green pickup."
"The mistress of this family passed away early, so there are only two sets of knives and forks on the dining table in the house, one for the father and one for the son."
"Father is a mechanic, and he has pretty good skills. It's not difficult to make ends meet, and he can save some money so that when the child grows up, he can go to a good university."
Speaking of this, the old Viking slid the other half of the wine into his mouth: "Suddenly one day, the originally peaceful and monotonous life was interrupted by a land sale agreement. The land of the house.
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"There was no negotiation, no rejection. The father simply signed the agreement, and then watched them tear down the house and fill the basement. When the forklift drove to the plane tree in the yard, the son pointed to the bird's nest on the tree Crying and shouting, the father had no choice but to stop the construction, climbed up the old sycamore tree, and gently picked off the bird's nest. But when he came down, the child was gone, and the roar of excavators and bulldozers could be heard in the distance... ...that's them filling the pool."
"The father asked them one by one. No one knew the whereabouts of the children, and the ex-official even gave a desperate answer, 'My own children. Don't ask others'."
"Father searched all around and asked all the people who could ask. When he pulled out the little boy covered in mud with his blood-stained hands in the middle of the night, he was only 7 years old. Temperature, no breathing. He held a wooden brush tightly in his hand, which was the tool used by the father and son to make an appointment to renew the fence together. Paint it a piece of sea blue."
"There was no pity, no apology, not even a look of guilt."
"Tarossa, I believe you should have heard that every Viking is a son of the sea. We are brave, we are good at fighting, we are fearless of pain, fearless of death, stepping on the springboard full of ancestors' blood, to brandish swords and guns , brandishing blood and sweat."
"But I... I am stepping on a scarlet blood road paved with my only son's life..."
Marion's expression was calm, and his tone of voice was very soothing, just like his fluffy beard that fell under his jaw.
Tang Fang could not hear anger, resentment, or sadness, only a fortitude and firmness as thick as a mountain.
More than 20 years of struggle, more than 20 years of wandering, more than 20 years of revenge, and hatred for this dynasty have been completely integrated into his blood, bone marrow, and soul, and turned into a part of his body.
The so-called heroes and legends are often nothing more than a man's involuntary actions...
Tang Fang drank the wine in his glass silently, looked up into the distance, the setting sun painted a layer of sunset glow on the horizon, red, like blood, and like the morning glow at dawn.
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After the dinner, Tang Fang was dragged to the barracks by some middle-level generals in the base to continue drinking. Marion took the elevator to a small conference room on the lower floor of the missile base after answering a phone call.
There were two people sitting in the room, one was Joseph Mario. There is also a middle-aged general officer who is slender and about 60 years old.
When Marion entered the room, the middle-aged general was looking at the materials in his hand. He has a pair of sharp eyes like a falcon, and the lines on his face are as cold as a knife, stealing a chill.
"It's so late, what's the matter?" Marion pulled out the chair under the conference table and sat down. A strong smell of alcohol permeated the whole room.
"Marion, do you really want to let him go?" The middle-aged general looked up at him, frowned unconsciously, and leaned back in his chair.
"Why, Your Excellency Chief of Staff has an opinion?"
The middle-aged general pushed those materials in front of him: "If I were you, I would do everything possible to keep him."
"Unfortunately, you're not me." The expression on Marion's face was serious, so serious that one felt that the person sitting in front of him was not a person at all, but a carefully polished spear. At this time, the old Viking was not even the slightest bit depressed before.
"Two old friends, talk to each other if you have something to say." Joseph Mario laughed and came out to smooth things over and said, "It's better for us to settle this matter together, after all... such an opportunity is once in a thousand years."
"Joseph, I remember telling you the story of the Vikings before. The blood of our Vikings is the hottest thing in the cold wind of northern Europe. Only the souls of warriors who died in battle will ascend to heaven and enter the shrine Valhalla, the heroic spirits of the fathers and ancestors sing, feast, and tell legends."
"These words... you will never forget, right?"
Joseph's face changed when he heard this, and he was a little bit annoyed. In the story of the Vikings, there is a shrine, and naturally there is also hell. Warriors can ascend to heaven, but cowards can only fall into hell.
"Marion, pay attention to your wording." The middle-aged general frowned, and called at the right time: "Don't forget your current identity, you are a general, a general who commands all armies. Before making every decision, you must Consider the pros and cons.”
"Gabriel Reese, put away your Charles-style overall view. This is my territory, please remember your identity --- chief of staff, not commander-in-chief, what should be done about this matter You don't need to teach me."
"You..." Gabriel's face became more gloomy: "Marion, you don't need me to tell you the benefits of pulling them into the water, right?"
"Gabriel, as I said, you don't need to worry about how this matter is done. They may be my friends, but they must not be your friends."
"Friends?" Gabrielle scoffed at this statement. Politics is the same as economics. There are only eternal interests, but no eternal friendship. It is quite ironic that the word "friend" was uttered by an organization leader: "Marion, I will give you a piece of advice. You have to think about who has been behind you for so long."
Marion's eyes paused on Gabriel's face for a moment, then slowly stood up, turned and walked out the door: "I'm tired, I'm going to rest."
When passing by Joseph, he was suddenly grabbed by him: "Old friend, you should think about it again, Charles Federation..."
Marion didn't speak, and walked out of the room quickly.
The meeting room seemed to be shrouded in a haze, and the rain was about to come, but there was no wind. Quiet, depressingly quiet, only the faint breathing of the two of them.
"Marion..." Gabriel tapped his index finger on the table lightly: "You have let me down so much. Without the help of the Charles Federation, your current life might not be as good as a pirate's."
Joseph was silent for a long time before he answered: "Don't worry, those people will leave the day after tomorrow, and there is still one day for him to think about it. I hope he can distinguish between pros and cons. You know, the backstage of those people is 'Silver Eagle'."
"Silver eagle? Hmph, a silver eagle with broken wings..."
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p: There will be one update for the two days on the weekend, and some private matters need to be dealt with. Please forgive me. I will resume two updates on Monday when I go to work. (To be continued..)