Ten years after the end of the world, the Federal Parliament Hall is still as magnificent as before the disaster.
Over the past fifty years, this place has been the core area for equal exchanges between all forces, and it has played an indispensable role in every political reshuffle.
In the hall, marble columns support a magnificent gilded dome. The ground was covered with a meticulous red carpet, extending to the farthest corner. The half-height brown walls surrounding the hall are covered with decent European patterns, and higher up is a plain white wall, making the place both solemn and gorgeous.
Lang Hua stood behind the mahogany podium at the front, with the blue and white national emblem of the coalition government behind him. There were three world map flags on both sides of the national emblem, symbolizing the core concepts of earth federalism - peace, dignity and equality.
The seats under the stage form layers of regular arcs. The further away from the podium, the more seats there are and the more crowded they become.
There are thousands of seats, but there are only a few people here, but almost all the prominent people who survived the total defeat are here.
In comparison, Lang Hua was just a small captain, but the least qualified.
The coalition government belongs to the presidential responsibility system. Before the end of the world, each administrative division is eligible to elect representatives to the government parliament as "members" to discuss the affairs and strive for more favorable conditions or substantial benefits for the region in the government's various political and economic decisions.
After the disaster, the world was in chaos and order collapsed. It was the major military regions and some financial groups that were the first to gather their forces and establish the "Global Wartime Military Management Committee", which helped mankind win a small boat in the precarious destiny that followed.
The "Military Control Commission" has established departments such as the "War Defense Department" and the "United Front Work Department", and is joined by large, medium and small bases from all over the world. Its organizational structure is more loose than before the disaster.
Three years after the disaster, most of the top leaders of the coalition government died in the Star Thief's "Headline Clearance Plan". After that, the coalition government was managed by the Military Commission, but in fact it had long been ignored by various financial groups and families and was far away from the center of power.
Under the stage of the Federal Parliament Hall, there were several old men sitting in the front row of seats. In the middle is Secretary-General Chu Feng, and the others are powerful members under the coalition government's parliamentary system.
In fact, they are not old men, but they are still at the age where they know their destiny. These people sit in the most spacious and comfortable seats, but their words and deeds are far less decorous and decent than Secretary-General Chu Feng.
But Lang Hua has heard that these people are the most powerful and difficult people in each family.
"Captain Lang is young and promising," Song Huaiyin, who was sitting first on Chu Feng's right hand, said with a smile, "This time on the battlefield in the Central Plains, he saved thousands of fires for the resistance army, which is really indispensable."
"Lang Hua, you did a good job this time." Zhu Feng also nodded to him, showing a gentle smile like an elder.
Lang Hua stood on the stage and was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses. He withdrew his gaze and looked around, saluted Chu Feng and replied, "The student just did what he should do."
After Song Huaiyin and Chu Feng started talking, others also started talking.
"Lang Hua remained calm in the face of danger when the 'Giao Rong Core' backlash occurred, and took the lead to stabilize the situation on the Qianrenshan battlefield. Although he still made a strategic retreat in the face of a comprehensive defeat, he successfully led his troops to break through, and even directly affected the Central Plains Lord. The situation on the battlefield is really rare!”
"Yes, it is really a blessing to the people in your Asian war zone to have a young hero like Captain Lang Hua." The man with brown hair and a high nose on the far left couldn't help sighing, "If all war zones could have someone like him." It’s good to be the one who turns the tide.”
Lang Hua didn't know him, but he could see the name on the card in front of him while standing on the stage, which read - "Meyer Rothschild".
The middle-aged man in the second row sighed: "How difficult it is. The Star Thieves have been planning for a long time and have already opened their pockets for us. How can we escape their plan if we are blinded?"
"Yeah, it's really God's will, it's not your fault or mine."
"My old man was well prepared and arranged the members of the Wang family as a reserve team before the war, so he escaped the disaster and avoided a serious disaster."
"Mr. Wang is really far-sighted. I told my family member at that time that there were so many troops in the counterattack, and they were as good as ours. What happened? Three thousand evolved people were beaten and lost. Brother, I can't do it this time. It’s quite a stretch.”
The committee members smiled bitterly and talked to each other, but Lang Hua always felt uncomfortable listening.
Could the blood and sweat of millions of evolutionaries in the all-out counterattack, which the rebels had endured for three years as a military force, be reduced to mere talking points in their mouths?
Lang Hua suddenly felt unbearable pain everywhere and in every corner of his body, as if those explosions on the battlefield and those sharp swords and guns had all happened to him at this moment.
After ten years in the army, Lang Hua had never come into contact with big figures like the Military Commissioner. He didn't know if this was the way these people spoke. He could keep comforting himself and telling himself that no one could forget those sacrifices and those utter hatreds, but he still felt sincerely uncomfortable.
Nausea, retching, and a feeling of being about to vomit almost went straight to Lang Hua's mind.
Until Lang Hua heard Chu Feng talking to him.
"Lang Hua, this time the committee decided to make an exception and promote you to the head of the regiment and grant you the rank of colonel."
"Go back and prepare. Let's go to the South China War Zone to take up a post in three days."
"South China War Zone?" Lang Hua almost thought he heard wrongly.
"But I still have many comrades here."
"Don't worry about this." Song Huaiyin waved his hand impatiently, "The 406th Division of the Southern Qi Dynasty has been severely damaged by this battle, and its organizational structure has long been incomplete. It is better to break up and join various war zones to serve the country."
"What do you mean by breaking up...?" Lang Hua was a little confused.
No one paid any attention to him. The people sitting in the back row were preparing to leave without interest, but the powerful committee members in the front row were minding their own bargaining.
"Our Zhao family needs a group of these veterans. Tsk tsk, those who can survive a total defeat are all elites."
"The person named Zhao eats so much and is not afraid of choking you to death."
"Brother Zhou Zhou, just take care of yourself. Our Zhao family has a great cause, so why are we afraid that a few small soldiers will backfire? On the contrary, your Zhou family is missing an arm and a leg this time. I really don't know who let a shabby household like you come into the venue."
"You're so presumptuous! Commissioner Song hasn't said anything yet, so it's your turn to yell at me!"
"You surnamed Zhou, don't be so shameless! Today the 204th Field Brigade in East China must be assigned to me. If you dare to reach out, be careful that I will kill you too!"
"It's too much to bully others..."
They were quarreling red-faced, carving up territory and armies like no one else, and eating into the dilapidated legacies of several fallen forces. Looking at these people, Lang Hua couldn't help but think of the human-eating corpse dogs he saw on the outskirts of Shashi in the first year of the apocalypse.
He remembered what Commander Yang Zhenghua occasionally mentioned when he was still alive - once the Yang family was defeated, the affiliated armies would be broken up and split up.
After the grassroots officers and soldiers were squeezed out of all their value, they could not escape the fate of dying early as the vanguard on the battlefield.
Before coming to the council chamber, he had always thought it would be a memorial service aimed at regrouping.
It's a pity that the conflict between forces is much more cruel than Lang Hua could imagine. It never cares whether this is a peaceful time or not, and it has never stopped for thousands of years.
"No, I won't leave."
Lang Hua lowered his head and muttered, his voice gradually getting louder and louder.
He punched the solid wood podium, causing the whole place to fall silent for a moment.
"I won't leave. Neither I nor my comrades can leave!"
"Oh, who do you think you are?" The man in his forties named Wang bared his teeth and sneered.
"That's all!"
He took out a battle hero badge with a green background and gold rim from his pocket, gritted his teeth and said, "Can this identity have some weight?"
In the last four years, Lang Hua single-handedly destroyed the "Black Blood Altar" branch and more than ten of its dens. At that time, the military was trying to set a positive example, and Lang Hua was the chosen one. In the autumn of the same year, he was awarded the title of "Combat Hero" by the war zone.
This is almost an honor he fought for with his life.
The badge itself has no value. If the official wants, they can award a hundred or a thousand to others later.
But now Lang Hua is the only person holding the "Battle Hero" gold-rimmed badge, and he is also a major contributor to the counterattack and total defeat.
If the outside world knew that the committee personally punished a hero it recognized, grassroots public opinion would not know how big a stir it would cause.
In this case, it would be considered as forcing the woman to conceive.
The badge is just a toy thrown out by the committee's senior officials to appease the people, not a gold medal to avoid death.
Lang Hua knew very well that he could only do this once.
At this time, Qin Xiaowen was sitting in a far corner with other juniors of the Qin family. She looked at Lang Hua nervously, anxious in her heart, her lips slightly parted, and almost stood up.
Lang Hua's approach was too extreme, and Qin Xiaowen felt overwhelmed for a while.
The committee's decision was not something she could know before the meeting. But Qin Xiaowen has grown up in this environment since she was a child, so she can guess a lot. For a man like Lang Hua who has both military exploits and strength, the choices available to all parties are to win over, suppress, or kill him.
But these old guys on the committee have already become human beings, so how can they entrust important tasks to their trusted subordinates from other forces?
So if Lang Hua doesn't give these people face now, doesn't he push himself into a dead end?
She didn't understand that as long as Lang Hua pretended to agree first, the Qin family would have a way to get him back from the South China Military Region. Although she couldn't control other people, as long as Lang Hua could live, wouldn't it be fine?
The Bundestag Chamber is the political stage for the big shots. Since this can be a commendation platform, it can also be a trial court.
"How much?" Lang Hua asked, causing Song Huaiyin's face to darken instantly.
He said coldly: "Yes, yes, but compared with the organization of an integrated regiment, do you think the weight of your broken badge is really enough? Lang, Hua, Shang, Lieutenant?"
Lang Hua on the stage had already clenched his fists. He raised his head and looked at Song Huaiyin with bright eyes: "Then I want the subordinates in my camp."
"Forget it, Commissioner Song. Let him go." Zhu Feng stood up and tried to smooth things over, "Anyway, after the first battle, there were only a few remnants of the defeated soldiers in his 'Miscellaneous Army Camp'."
"Okay, Lang Hua, you are very good." Song Huaiyin said three good words in a row, "After the Yang family garrison camp has been disbanded, there is still a vacancy for a garrison commander in the Tashan base. Just take your soldiers and crab generals to check the door. !”
He added: "Natashan is on the second line and does not need to fight. After this battle, the resistance army's strength has been greatly damaged, and the officer ranks are seriously vacant. Captain Lang Hua should stay in his original position. Otherwise, if you are made the colonel commander, what will happen to you?" Maybe it will have much official power!"
Needless to say, it was a great achievement to stabilize the situation on the completely defeated Central Plains battlefield, turn the tide and save thousands of soldiers. But once the merits and demerits are to be balanced, it can only be settled.
Song Huaiyin sneered and walked away after saying that.
Only Chao Feng said to the "former combat hero" on the stage: "It's useless for an officer who needs too much logistics. Let's do this. Lang Hua, your acting battalion commander is now the official battalion commander. Go and guard the Tashan base." .”
Before leaving, Chao Feng went up to the stage and patted him on the shoulder: "It's also a crucial scientific research area, and you're familiar with it. When you change your mind, it won't be too late to come back to us."
"No, thank you for your kindness." Lang Hua took a deep breath, "I will lead my troops and set off immediately."
