V4.Chapter 297

The rain beat on the window, and the sound was messy and hasty.

The atmosphere in the carriage was depressing and dreary.

Li Huacheng looks at the scenery outside the window with a smile. Through the window, through the rain, the scenery is blurred, and his eyes are also blurred.

"Your Highness, Mr. President, shall we go straight back to the hotel?"

Rick sat in the co pilot's seat and asked back. Under normal circumstances, when the president of China visits Ulan, he naturally wants to stay in the presidential palace. But now the presidential palace is in ruins. Only Wang Tianzong's room is still in good condition. Ulan can only temporarily arrange the distinguished guests of China in the hotel.

Li Huacheng noticed the order of Rick's address sensitively. He laughed and said in a soft voice, "I'm the guest. I have a lot of things, but not much. Mr. prime minister, we must have a good chat when we have time."

"That's nature."

Rick nodded quickly, and the thoughts kept turning in his mind.

Li Huacheng has only five days to stay in Ulan, and he has to travel to other four countries in the other two days. This is the first day of his arrival. Li Huacheng has reasons to do many things, such as arranging high-level talks with Ulan and signing agreements as soon as possible, such as meeting Wang Tianzong who is imprisoned in the presidential palace, or visiting the snow dance Corps.

In addition, the Ulan side also prepared a dinner of high standard. The theme of the banquet is the future development of Eastern Europe. As the status of central Europe in Ulan has gradually stabilized, the overall situation of Eastern Europe has gradually stabilized. Everyone knows that if you want to survive in Eastern Europe in the future, and if you want to survive well, you have to look at the face of central Europe, so this dinner, Ulan extended an invitation to numerous families and groups throughout Eastern Europe, and a delegation from Li Huacheng also attended the dinner.

This is the first large-scale dinner hosted by the central and Eastern European forces. To some extent, it can almost determine the pattern of Eastern Europe in the next few decades. This can be said to be the most important thing. But the funny thing is that the time of the dinner has not been determined. Rick has to wait for Li Huacheng to nod his head.

After thinking about it, he tentatively said: "Mr. President, this is the case. The Ulan side has prepared a very grand welcome dinner. I don't know tonight..."

"For the time being."

Li Tianlan suddenly said, "tomorrow night."

Rick Leng Leng, subconsciously want to nod, and feel some wrong, had to continue to look at Li Huacheng, but the eyes have obviously become some perfunctory.

Li Huacheng smile unchanged, he looked at Li Tianlan, whispered: "Tianlan have any different opinions?"

Li Tianlan looks at the wind and rain outside the window.

Under the wind and rain, the city of Reggie is in a depression.

On that day, his sword lit up from the door of Caesar Hotel, tearing half of the city, with a sword of ten thousand meters. The damage left to the city has not been repaired so far. At this time, Ulan has become much more lively, but there are still some traces of war.

"The snow dance Corps is full of 20000 people."

Li Tianlan said calmly: "from Ameya to here, more than 2000 soldiers fell down. They marched all the way, hundreds of miles away, and stained blood all the way. The night we beat back the major dark forces, the snow dance Legion fell down more than 1200 soldiers in this city. We can achieve what we have achieved now. The snow dance Legion paid nearly 4000 lives before and after."

Rick was a little pale and fidgety.

Li Tianlan's voice became more and more gentle: "whether facing the invincible experts or the Allied forces of other countries, the snow dance Legion has never retreated. We fought all the way from Amelia to Leiji City, and there was no deserter in the snow dance Legion. They all died in a solemn battle, so they are all martyrs."

"This city and this country will be engraved with the brand of Zhongzhou in the future, but everyone should not forget that everything here has been dyed red by the blood of Zhongzhou martyrs."

He turned to look at Li Huacheng and said calmly, "Mr. President, you should never forget."

Instead of embarrassment, Li Huacheng looked solemn.

He looked at Li Tianlan and nodded solemnly: "I think I know what I should do today."

He took a look at Rick and said gently, "Mr. prime minister, let's go to the station of the snow dance Legion and inform the rear vehicles that all members of the delegation are going to go!"

Rick gave a wry smile and nodded.

In fact, everything was arranged in advance when President Zhongzhou visited Ulan, but Rick and Li Tianlan had a little disagreement. Li Tianlan's meaning was very simple. Li Huacheng had to visit the snow dance Corps on the first day when he arrived in Ulan, and the ashes of nearly 4000 martyrs had not been buried, The star flag of Zhongzhou has already been flying in the Hero Square in the center of Leiji city. For Li Tianlan, it is the most important thing for him to let thousands of martyrs live in peace.

But Rick also has his own pressure. Today, the whole Ulan high-level and even the whole interest class in Eastern Europe hope that the dinner can be held as soon as possible. It is conceivable that Rick is under pressure. After weighing it over and over again, he puts the dinner in the front and the memorial service in the back. In this way, Li Tianlan may not like it, but Rick believes he can explain it.

It's just

Rick took a look at Li Tianlan, sighed in his heart, picked up the walkie talkie and began to command the team to turn.

The snow dance Legion is still temporarily stationed in the military parade square in front of the presidential palace. When the luxury motorcade drove into the square, all the senior officers of the snow dance Legion had arrived, and all the wounded and uninjured soldiers were concentrated in the square. When Li Huacheng got off the bus, there were only more than 10000 elite soldiers stationed in the city of Leiji who raised their hands to salute at the same time.

The wind and rain are in disorder, but there is a roaring sound on the square because of the lifting of tens of thousands of people's hands. In an instant, it seems that even the wind and rain between heaven and earth become fierce.

Li Tianlan follows Li Huacheng.

The top of the snow dance Corps came.

The two deputy commanders of Qingfeng Liuyun stood on the left and right.

Standing in the middle of them was the robber who had just come out of the hospital.

Rob's body is still weak, pale, but sharp as a sword.

Li Huacheng shook hands with him and said gently, "how is the injury?"

"Not bad."

The voice of the robber was clear and light, which was obviously not suitable for detailed discussion. He pointed to the temporary platform in the center of the square and said in a soft voice: "president, please."

Li Huacheng took a deep breath and looked around at the vast area of Zhongzhou soldiers who raised their hands and saluted, striding to the high platform.

There are no flowers on the stage, only one microphone.

Li Huacheng stood up and was drenched by the wind and rain.

Li Huacheng held the microphone with calm and dignified eyes.

The next second, his voice resounded throughout the square, resounding throughout the world.

"You are all heroes and pride of Zhongzhou."

"I am Li Huacheng. Now, in the name of President Zhongzhou, I promise you that Zhongzhou will never fail any martyr or soldier."

"In this war, whether survivors or victims, Zhongzhou is proud of you."

"I am here today, with you, to send all the martyrs on the road."

Under the wind and rain, Li Huacheng's voice is clear and loud.

This less than ten minute speech had no passion, no passion, only calmness and solemnity.

On the square, countless snow dance legions began to turn to the Hero Square in the center of the city.

Li Huacheng stepped down from the high platform, looked at the empty presidential palace, looked at the only intact room in sight, and was silent for a while.

"Go and see Tianzong."

He looked at Li Tianlan with a calm tone.

It's not a question.

Li Tianlan nodded and led the way.

At the funeral of the snow dance corps, if there is a president, there must be a sword emperor. There must be a sword emperor.

Wang Tianzong is still practicing calligraphy.

Nothing outside seemed to affect him at all.

He stood at his desk with his pen, so attentive.

When Li Tianlan and Li Huacheng came in, he didn't look up, just said casually: "coming?"

"Just arrived."

Li Huacheng looked at the surrounding environment with a smile and said with a smile, "it seems that you are not bad here."

"It's good to cultivate one's character."

Wang Tianzong talks and writes calmly.

Room has been scattered a lot of rice paper, dense of their own, strokes light introverted.

At the end of every word, it's one word.

Li Tianlan quietly looked at countless rice paper full of handwriting.

There was no sword around him, but the power of every stroke made him gasp.

His eyes fell on the last picture.

The last picture of Wang Tianzong is very short.

"What's my word like?"

He asked softly.

"Good word."

Without hesitation, Li Tianlan nodded and affirmed.

"Good word?"

Wang Tianzong smiles, and his pen moves suddenly.

A word is like a sword.

In a flash, Wang Tianzong seemed to wave a sword in front of Li Tianlan.

Everything in front of her disappeared in front of Li Tianlan.

The house, the president, the king of swords, completely dissipated.

There was only one sword left in his sight.

There is no sword spirit, no intention to kill, light and dignified, pure sword.

Li Tianlan suddenly closed her eyes.

His eyes seemed to be stimulated by something, and his tears continued to flow.

Wang Tianzong's voice sounded in his ear: "I can have today's achievements. Your sword is very important."

Li Tianlan laughed at himself.

That night, he and Wang Tianzong across a small half of the city to a sword, but its fundamental purpose is to mislead Wang Tianzong.

However, Wang Tianzong was not misled. Instead, he made up for the sword, thus completely making up for his sword intention.

Li Tianlan opened his eyes and looked at Wang Tianzong.

Wang Tianzong's eyes are gentle and deep, like the sky and the sea, unfathomable.

"I don't deserve it."

Li Tianlan said calmly.

"It's true."

Wang Tianzong turned back and picked up that pair of words, quietly said: "in return, this pair of words for you."

Li Tianlan quietly looked at the words in Wang Tianzong's hand.

The room was full of rice paper and Wang Tianzong's notes.

But notes are not the same, or in other words, are decreasing.

Wang Tianzong's first painting is full of hundreds of words, but in the end, there are few words.

At this moment, there are only two sentences left in Wang Tianzong's hand.

A stroke, simple but incomparably majestic.

The signature of the handwriting is Beihai Tianzong.

There is no last name.

With Beihai, there is no need for surnames.

Li Tianlan stares at the handwriting in front of her eyes.

In a few words, he did his best.

There are no double swords in the world.

I'm number one.

With each stroke, the sword will become a storm, which will completely engulf Li Tianlan.

I'm number one.

"What a peerless sword."

Li Tianlan was silent for a long time before she said in a hoarse voice: "perfect."