The heavy snow in the sky was dancing wildly, and in the brightly lit Great Hall of the capital, people with terrifyingly high military ranks came and went.
On the seats, Mr. Wang, General Zhao Xue, Jiang Zhong, Old Dragon King and others were sitting at attention.
With the director now nodding behind the scenes, the national news broadcast begins.
Dozens of cameras were focused on Mr. Wang.
Mr. Wang stood up slowly and spoke slowly to all the senior generals, officials, regional governors in the great hall, and the hundreds of millions of Daxia citizens across the camera.
Today, he will not only announce the death of the old leader to the people across the country, but also issue awards to all the heroes who won national-level military exploits in the Battle of Hoh Xil.
"Today is the beginning of winter, a day when heavy snow falls in the capital, and it is also the day after the death of the old leader Lin Qi..."
Solemn mournful music sounded in the Great Hall.
It reached the ears of every Daxia citizen who watched the news.
Deafening silence began across the country.
There was only the uniform sound of whistles on the streets.
The soldiers patrolling the streets stood there, taking off their military caps and bowing their heads slightly.
All places where the national flag of Great Xia was flying, including cities, schools, and streets, lowered their flags at half-mast in this deafening moment of silence.
"The old leader, Lin Zheng, succeeded to the throne of Daxia at the age of thirty."
"I have been working hard for nearly 40 years and worked hard for the revival of Daxia."
"At five o'clock yesterday evening, my hard-working life finally came to an end in the Forbidden Palace in Beijing."
"He is an old man of the times. He dedicated his life to the glorious edifice of the Great Xia Revival. At the end of his life, he became one of the cornerstones of this edifice. If one day the Great Rejuvenation of the Great Xia is truly achieved, in that building In the building, we can also see a brick made from the corpse of the old leader Lin Cheng..."
Mr. Wang's deep voice continued to echo in the great hall.
At the same time, it continued to echo in the southeast, northwest and northwest of Daxia territory.
In the deafening sorrow and music, people seemed to hear fate.
In the joy of victory in the Battle of Hoh Xil, people seemed to see countless martyrs like the old leader Lin Cheng who dedicated their bodies and souls for their country.
Tiannan Province, Linjiang City, a little girl wearing a white down jacket suddenly looked at the sky and shouted in surprise: "Snow! It's the snow painted in the textbook!"
The patrolling soldiers on the street raised their heads one after another, and they trembled. In the south, which was always warm all year round, they saw the only heavy snow in the north.
Today, the five provinces in the south of the Yangtze River experienced heavy snowfall that is rare in a century.
The sorrow and joy from the north seems to have brought the heavy snow in the north.
"It feels like the old leader turned into heavy snow and flew across the country."
A young patrol soldier murmured in a low voice.
The faces of the soldiers around were moved. The heavy snow was shocking in their eyes, and the sorrow and music were deafening in their minds.
On the street, reporters from TV stations took out pens and papers.
"I came up with a new title..."
"The sky takes away the lives of great men and rains down heavy snow to comfort the world."
After writing this paragraph, the reporter looked up at the heavy snow in the sky with a warm smile on his lips, as if he really felt the comfort contained in the heavy snow.
"Life is as bitter as a song. Today, everywhere in the world, the sky is filled with white paper flowers bidding farewell to the old man's life."
Snow all over the sky.
Paper flowers fill the sky.
The comfort and romance of silence.
“It’s snowing here too!?”
After five minutes of silence.
A group of divine pattern masters walked by, and one of them asked in surprise.
"Yes, I have been in the south for more than ten years, and this is the first time I have seen snow here."
"I've learned a lot."
"If it had been in the past, I could have taken my parents out to see the snow."
"But have you ever felt that this snow is like white paper flowers all over the sky?"
"Don't tell me, it's a bit similar."
Listening to what the group of divine tattoo masters said as they walked over, the reporter smiled silently.
The snow all over the sky should be regarded as the white paper flowers to bid farewell to the old leader...
In the Beijing City Hall, the moment of silence ended.
Mr. Wang raised his eyes, his eyes were no longer sad, but as hot as a torch.
At the same time, high-spirited military songs replaced the mournful music and filled the hall.
"Now, on behalf of Daxia Capital, Daxia Military Headquarters, Daxia General Staff Headquarters, and all state-level headquarters in Daxia, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to all the soldiers, staff officers, medical staff, logistics personnel, drivers, etc. who fought in the Battle of Hoh Xil. salute!"
Mr. Wang raised his arm and rested his fingertips on his temples.
Then General Zhao Xue, Jiang Zhong, and the Old Dragon King all stood up and saluted in the same manner.
The salute from the highest level of the country also made everyone at the scene stand up instantly and return the military salute with fiery eyes.
At the same time, the two major Western alliances are also paying close attention to Daxia.
Tower Alliance, Bank of the Rhine, Hilton put his hands together in front of his lips, squinting at the broadcast screen on the light transmission computer screen.
When they saw Mr. Wang and others standing up to salute all the officers and soldiers.
Beside Hilton, some league executives frowned for a moment.
"Show!" someone shouted.
"Haha, that's right! We deliberately put on a show for the people at the bottom to win their support. We used this clumsy technique eight hundred years ago."
"Before the Free State, people from all political parties gave speeches in various states before participating in the election. Each one said how caring they were for the people and how good their policies were after coming to power. In the end, no one could keep their words. Now that the Free State is gone, people will be replaced. Cheng Daxia is here to do this."
"Hahaha, what a poor show."
At this time, in the broadcast screen, all the generals in the great hall stood up and raised their hands in salute, which actually caused a tsunami-like sound.
At this moment, Hilton slammed the table angrily.
"What are you shouting for?!"
There was sudden silence all around, and the several alliance executives who had been chirping just now shut up instantly.
"What are you shouting for?" Hilton stood up and looked at the league executives with extremely oppressive eyes. His eyes were like fire and daggers, and asked: "Didn't you see it? Tell me, didn't you see it?!"
"You...what did you say you saw..."
"Haha." Hilton suddenly raised his hand, slapped him hard, and said angrily: "Can't you see that the generals of the entire country got up at the same time to respond to the salute of the Wang family? Can't you see the feeling of Daxia? Terrible cohesion?”
"Laughing? Why are you laughing?"
"Oh, I remembered, dear Mr. Kokov, you once went on a speaking tour in Dongbo Country, but failed in the election, so are you jealous?"
Hilton's forehead was directly in front of Kokov's head.
"Tell me, are you jealous of all the slander?"
"I, I, I..."
"Tell me, isn't it!!!"
"yes......"
Hilton pushed Cocofu away and looked around like a hawk.
“The strong pursue the advantages of their enemies, while the weak pursue the opposite.”
All the league leaders lowered their heads with guilty conscience.
