Chapter 163： Mountain rain is coming

At night, the sky of the Arctic Circle is shining with a silver light, and the sun shines on the ice surface continuously. This phenomenon will continue until late autumn.

There is no starlight, no moonlight, only the blue and misty sunshine and the icy wind of the snowy field.

With a glass of wine in his hand, Tang Fang stood quietly on the south balcony on one side of the banquet hall, watching the afterglow of the slanting sun silently.

"Boom, boom, boom." The low footsteps came from behind, don't think about it, it must be Marion, the old guy who is nearly 70 years old and can drink several catties of spirits and is not drunk.

"What are you looking at? So ecstatic?" Marion put the wine on the window sill and wiped a big beard that fell below his jaw with a layer of crystal liquor.

"Night." Tang Fang's answer was brief.

"Night? It's obviously daytime." Marion was silent for a while: "I'm old, I don't know how to use it. I don't know if I can wait until the next tomorrow."

"Will do……"

"I hope so."

Tang Fang turned his head, looked straight at the thick Viking man in front of him, 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."

"Legend?" Marion's strong body shuddered slightly: "It's... strange...?"

"If you can, I really hope this legend has never existed before."

Marion poured half a glass of wine into his mouth, and there was a reminiscence in his piercing eyes.

"In the small town of Klose in Garcia, there will be such an intoxicating setting sun every evening... My home is on the edge of the small town, an old house passed down from my grandfather, mottled walls, and painted fences. , And the backyard overgrown with weeds. Of course. Not even that old green pickup truck."

"The mistress of this house passed away early, so there were only two sets of knives and forks on the dining table in the house, one for the father and one for the son."

"My father is a mechanic, and he has a decent skill. It is not difficult to make a living, and he can save a few dollars so that the child can grow up in the future and can go to a good university."

Speaking of this, the old Viking slid the other half of his wine into his mouth: “Suddenly, one day, the originally peaceful and monotonous life was interrupted by a land sale agreement. An official from the capital who returned from his post took a fancy The plot of the house."

"There was no negotiation, no rejection. The father simply signed the agreement and watched them tear down the house. Fill the basement. When the forklift drove to the sycamore in the yard, the son pointed to the birdhouse on the tree. Crying and shouting, my father had no choice but to stop the construction, climbed up the old phoenix tree, and gently picked off the birdhouse. But when he came down, the child was gone, and the roar of excavators and bulldozers came from a distance... ...That is they are filling the swimming pool."

"The father asked them one by one. No one knew where the child was going, and the outgoing official gave a desperate answer,'Your own child. Don't ask others'."

"Father searched around and asked everyone who could ask. When he used his blood-stained hands to pick up the little boy covered with dirt under the mound late at night, he was only 7 years old. Temperature, no breathing. There is a wooden brush in his hand. It is the father and son who agreed to make the fence look new. Brush it with a sea blue tool."

"There was no pity, no apology, not even a guilty look."

"Tarosa, I believe you should have heard that every Viking is a son of the sea. We are brave, we are good at war, we are fearless of pain, fearless of death, stepping on the springboard full of ancestral blood, and brandishing knives and guns. , Brandishing blood and sweat."

"But I... I stepped on it, but it was a scarlet blood road paved by my only son with his life..."

Marion's expression was calm, and his tone of voice was very soothing, just like his floppy beard collapsed under his jaw.

Tang Fang couldn't hear the anger, the resentment, and the sadness, only a mountain of fortitude and determination.

More than 20 years of struggle, more than 20 years of wandering, more than 20 years of revenge, and hatred for this dynasty have 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 just a man's involuntary...

Tang Fang drank a toast in silence, and looked up into the distance. The setting sun painted a layer of sunset clouds on the horizon, red, like blood, and like the sunrise at dawn.

...

After the dinner, Tang Fang was dragged to the barracks by some middle-level generals in the base to continue drinking. Marion took a call and took the elevator to a small meeting room on the lower floor of the missile base.

There are two people sitting in the room, one is Joseph Mario. There is also a slender middle-aged general who is about 60 years old.

When Marion entered the house, the middle-aged general was looking at the materials in his hand. He has eyes that are as sharp as 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 filled the room.

"Marion, do you really want to let him go?" The middle-aged general raised his head and glanced at him, frowned, and leaned back in his chair.

"Why, your Chief of Staff has an opinion?"

The middle-aged general pushed the documents in front of him: "If I were you, I would do everything possible to keep him."

"Unfortunately, you are not me." The expression on Marion's face was serious, so serious that it felt that the one sitting in front of him was not a person at all, but a carefully polished spear. At this time, the old Viking was not the least bit depressed.

"Two old friends, if you have something to say." Joseph Mario Haha smiled and came out and said roundly: "Let's take this matter together, after all... this opportunity is a rare opportunity."

"Joseph, I remember telling you the story of the Vikings before. The blood of our Vikings is the hottest thing in the Nordic cold wind. Only the warriors who died in the glorious battle can their souls ascend to heaven and enter the palace. Valhalla, the heroes of the same parents and grandparents sing, banquet, and tell legends."

"These words...you will never forget, right?"

Joseph's face changed when he heard the words, and he was a little bit troubled. In the story of the Vikings, there is a shrine, and naturally there is hell. A warrior can ascend to heaven, and a coward can only fall into hell.

"Marion, pay attention to your wording." The middle-aged general frowned and dialed at the right time: "Don't forget your current identity, a general, a general who rules the army. Before making every decision, you must You must consider the gains and losses."

"Gabres, put away your Charles-style view of the overall situation. This is my site. Please remember your identity - Chief of Staff, not Commander-in-Chief. What should I do about this? You don't need to teach me."

"You..." Gabriels's face became more gloomy: "Marion, you don't need to tell me the benefits of dragging them into the water."

"Gabres, I said, you don't need to worry about how to do this. They may be my friends, but they must not be your friends."

"Friends?" Gabres sneered at this statement. Politics, like economics, only have eternal interests, not eternal friendship. It is really ironic that an organization leads the population to say the word "friend": "Marion, here is a piece of advice. You have to think clearly about who has helped you behind for so long."

Marion's gaze paused for a moment on Gabres' face, then slowly stood up, turned and walked out the door: "I'm tired I am going to rest."

As he passed by Joseph, he was suddenly caught by him: "My old friend, you can think more about it, Charles Federation..."

Marion didn't speak, and walked out of the room quickly.

The meeting room seemed to be shrouded in a haze, but the rain was about to come but there was no wind. Quiet, depressing still, only the sound of two people's breathing.

"Marion..." Gabriels tapped his index finger lightly on the desktop: "You disappointed me too much. Without the help of the Charles Federation, you may not be as good as a pirate now."

Joseph was silent for a long time before he took the words: "Don't worry, those people will leave only after the next day. There is still one day for him to consider, hoping that he can distinguish the interests. You know, the backstage of those people is'Silver Eagle'."

"Silver Eagle? Huh, silver eagle with folded wings..."

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p: The two days of weekends are all one shift. Some private matters need to be dealt with. Forgive me, and two shifts will resume on Monday. (To be continued...)