Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 609 The end of an era
The real crisis of country S is not the invasion of the rebels, nor is it that the army of S is caught in the foreign battlefield.It is the struggle between the two major factions in the country at this moment.

Alliance members can only prevent unjust wars, but cannot interfere in the affairs of other countries, even if Xue Yan is a native of S country.

The battle between the two factions has reached a fierce stage, the winner is king, and the sounds of arresting people can be heard everywhere on the street. Su Qinshi looked at the fragmented country S and couldn't calm down for a long time.

Finally, the gunfire stopped and this self-destructive struggle was over.

The victory faction invited the people of the whole country to participate in the celebration banquet for the establishment of their regime. The sky was gray and everyone stood in the sweeping streets breathing white, and everything around them seemed so lonely and deserted.

The statues of heroes were pushed down one after another. Su Qinshi stood in the crowd and clenched his fists, his eyes were red and stubbornly refused to shed tears.

The victory faction walked to the last statue, but Su Qinshi wanted to stop it but was held down by a hand in the crowd.Everyone's expressions changed, becoming heavy and solemn. With the sound of a boulder collapsing, the last hero in their hearts also fell, and for the victorious faction, the last obstacle was cleared away.

"Why, why did they do this? Those statues are heroes who once guarded this country, but they are going to be pushed down by the people of the country?"

"Teacher, I don't understand, tell me why."

Su Qinshi grabbed Bingci in pain, persistently wanting to ask for clarification.

Bingci looked at the devastated country S, and at the people of country S who looked sad but dared not act. She never regretted the current fate of a big country.

She held Su Qinshi's shoulders, and said loudly with her usual expression: "Qinshi, the demise of a country in the history books is not that the statue of a hero is toppled and the national flag falls. The real demise is that the people forget the history and lose their faith. This time , your country is really sick. Now, on behalf of the top military academy in country S, I present you with a graduation medal. Congratulations to Su Qinshi for becoming the first outstanding graduate of this school. I wish you smooth sailing in your future life. The entire country of S will be your life test until the end of your life, Comrade Su Qinshi please answer the paper to your heart's content. On behalf of your teacher, Comrade Su Lie."

"Comrade..." Su Qinshi lowered his head and murmured softly.

"In his heart, you are already a qualified little soldier. While waiting for you to grow up, he has always regarded you as the great emperor who can shoulder the fate of country S. He didn't have time to call you 'Comrade Su Qinshi'."

The last national flag representing the first generation of S country was about to land, Su Qinshi finally raised his head and followed the flag with piercing eyes.

"Teacher, the last lesson you taught me today will benefit me for the rest of my life. Now, I know what to do." Finally, Su Qinshi made a huge decision, walked out of the crowd step by step, and stood firm. Go to the flag raising platform.

Bingci nodded towards the sniper hiding in the building.

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Bing Ci also vigilantly observed the people and things around him.

The national flag of country S finally fell down. The flag lay peacefully on the ground, and the surrounding atmosphere was deathly silent.

When an eight-year-old boy appeared and brazenly picked up the national flag on the ground and carried it on his shoulders, the flag stretched against the cold wind. Everyone showed surprised expressions at the same time, and their eyes followed the boy.

None of the nearby policemen and soldiers stepped forward to stop and shoot, because they couldn't decide whether the boy's behavior was right or wrong, because the boy was carrying the flag of their country.

The boy disappeared, the crowd dispersed, and the new political power of country S was established. From the moment the first generation flag fell, it was the end of an era in country S.

Mixed with rain and snow, Bing Ci stood in the cold wind with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. Today, not a single bullet was fired.

(End of this chapter)