The solar system is broken

"Will you go to Guangrao's funeral?"

Huo Shan stood up and put away the pistol in the writer's hand.

Only people who have never experienced war will like such violent weapons.

"Guangrao's funeral?"

"It's at Zishan Cemetery~"

As an ally of the Blue Bloods, Guangrao's funeral will be extremely grand.

At that time, all the prominent people in Youzhou City will participate.

"The situation is going to change," Huo Shan pressed six bullets into the magazine and gently pinned it on the holster on his waist.

"Someone's going to do something at the funeral!"

"Why?"

"Do you know Durancy?"

The writer Durancy remembered seeing this name on Youzhou Express today.

"Congressman Durancy?" The congressman mentioned here is naturally from the left house.

"Now he is the speaker," Huo Shan pulled on the holster of his gun, which was very strong.

But what does this have to do with taking action at a funeral?

"Guangrao's death is very suspicious." The news became more and more explosive.

"Isn't it complicated?"

"More than complicated?"

Here's the thing.

Duranxi and Guangrao have been good friends since the base was founded.

In April this year, Durance resigned from the seven-member general (executive body), received a high vote in the election of speaker of the parliament, and was sworn in.

This seems like a normal change of leadership, nothing wrong with it. But the problem lies at this moment.

The Right House proposed a bill to reduce some Blue Bloods organizations, which passed with 600 votes in the Right House and was sent to the Left House.

When this bill arrived, it coincided with the election of the Left House of Representatives, so it was delayed.

The keen Durancy seized the opportunity and made a public radio speech expressing his disapproval of the proposal.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is Durance's attempt to win over blue-blooded people.

Not surprisingly, Durancey was elected and the bill languished.

This also directly led to the dissatisfaction of the red-blooded people with Durancey. Some radical red-blooded newspapers even bluntly said that they wanted to hang the fox Durancey.

At the end of June, Du Lanxi was assassinated in front of the municipal building, and the entire Youzhou City was in an uproar.

Although the Right House immediately issued a statement that the incident was not planned by the Right House, it still did not alleviate the discord between the two houses.

The subsequent investigation was also hasty and the murderer was not found.

In July, the bill was revised and submitted to parliament again.

Unlike the first 50 department cuts, this time the Right House has been reduced to 32 departments, with a total of 300 positions.

This includes merging the Customs and the General Administration of Customs.

Originally this was a reasonable request, but as outrage over the assassination surrounded the entire left chamber, the bill was once again aborted.

This time Guangrao took action, first expressing his views on the past year, and then reminding everyone not to be swayed by high emotions and to stay calm.

The anger in July slowly subsided under Guangrao's appeal.

Just when things were going in a good direction, an accident happened.

The case of King Shang’s wife abuse that shocked Youzhou City is brewing again.

Why is it said to be fermenting again? This incident occurred as early as 20 years ago.

At that time, the King of Shang was still called King Wen Ding of Shang. Prince Yi met Ding Ling, a blue-blooded man.

That's right, it's the name that the writer encountered during customs inspection, Ding Ling.

The two are in love and don't care about the difference between blue and red.

But it was such a marriage that led to tragedy.

As a slave prince, treating women as objects, Ding Ling did not have a strong maternal family, so he was naturally a concubine.

As a modern person, the concept of equality in love is deeply rooted in our hearts. How can we share it? There was no harmony between them once they came and went, so Ding Ling filed for divorce.

The consequence was that this woman was pierced by Wang Ziyi, shackled, locked in a dungeon, and became a technology extraction tree.

This also resulted in the extraction of technologies like stirrups, which accelerated the development of the entire Shang Kingdom.

Ding Ling spent 20 years struggling with constant abuse.

When a member of the Blue Blood Task Force who traveled far away discovered her.

Her limbs and ears were cut off and turned into a human stick. For a blue-blooded person, this kind of injury would not cause death. She was like Prometheus, suffering repeatedly in growth and loss.

"What happened next? Were you rescued?"

Huo Shan shook his head, "The natives are not that stupid."

Ding Ling spoke of love that is thought-provoking.

[Don’t foolishly think that you are a princess. In fact, you are just a white horse, and the prince rides you to find the princess.]

"Why do I think you are driving?"

"This is a tragedy, take it seriously."

When the task force was preparing to rescue, Emperor Yi committed regicide, and a war broke out. Ziding fled to Xu, Ziwei fled to Qiu. And Ding Ling also disappeared from the world.

Originally this matter was over.

At the end of July, Ding Ling, who had disappeared for nearly three years, resurfaced in Qiucheng.

When Xiao's caravan entered Qiucheng, they saw a crazy old woman having her hands chopped off by a priest from a distance.

The caravan didn't pay much attention to it at first, but when it got closer, it discovered that there was blood on the ground, and it was still blue.

"Wait a minute~ This old woman is Ding Ling," the writer's brain was running out.

"Well, what's the problem?"

"In other words," the writer narrowed his eyes, "it's not me you want to save?"

That's right.

"Yes, you are an unexpected surprise."

"Wo Ri~" The writer felt that Huo Shan's face deserved a beating.

"It's a pity that Ding Ling died."

This incident fermented again, leading to hatred.

It was impossible to put an end to it all at once, and the Left Council clamored to develop military industry and punish the Shang Kingdom.

Guangrao was silent this time.

Seven generals came forward to smooth over Youzhou City and reassure the residents that there would be no plundering from the outside world.

Then the left house said nothing and rejected the proposal to cut the Blue Bloods.

He slapped the group of seven in the face on the spot.

The Left House then bypassed the Right House and put forward a number of opinions on the construction of the national defense industry. What else could this be but a prelude to war?

Immediately afterwards, Guangrao died, and the Right House had no soul.

"Are you saying that Guangrao might have died an unexpected death?"

"It's not a possibility, it's a great possibility."

The fall of Guangrao means that the red-blooded people cannot unite as one within a short period of time.

Durancy also secretly won over several constituencies in the right house.

The entire Youzhou City is like a powder keg. If a spark is thrown, it will explode.

"A funeral is a good opportunity to kill people, without digging holes," Huo Shan sneered.

"Then why do those assassins have thoughts about you?" The writer became confused.

The assassin outside the villa is definitely not here for the writer.

"I'm helping them train their army." Huo Shan admitted openly with nothing to hide.

"army?"

There is no standing army in Youzhou City, only police, and there are only 400 people. The only weapons are batons, and the force value is very weak.

"How many people?"

"800."

Not too much.

If equipped with guns and some heavy firepower, these 800 people, with sufficient supplies, would be enough to wipe out half of the continent.

"What are the configurations?" Test.

"Czech light machine guns, 82 mortars, 98k Mauser rifles, Browning heavy machine gun series, and some small artillery."

"Isn't this a military secret?"

"It doesn't count."

With the production level of early feudalism, there is no way to imitate it, and even if it is captured, it cannot be used.

So there is no need to keep it secret at all.

"You want to fight with them?"

"No, I'm just a military advisor," Huo Shan shook his head.

The strong will only draw their swords at the stronger, and there is no need to seek a sense of presence on the weak.

This kind of configuration can be regarded as mid-level in the World War II Army.

"How long have you been training?"

"About two months."

It seems to have been planned for a long time, and it was basically ahead of the bill.

However, modern tactics are used against the troops of the same era, and there is no experience in dealing with the troops of a backward era.

Huo Shan encountered many problems when formulating his training plan.

For this reason, I made a special trip to the Xiao family's territory, where I stayed as a retainer for a long time, observing and learning.

Huo Shan took a bottle of white wine from the wall cabinet, opened it, and the clear wine slowly filled the entire cup.

Holding the wine glass, he took a gentle sip under the slightly yellowish glass lamp.

"I think those thieves are trying to kill me."

"It seems I didn't help," the writer scratched his head in embarrassment.

"That's why I said you're stupid!"

...

"Whatever you say~" the writer waved his hand, "I'm hungry, where is your chef?"

I touched my belly and found it was flat.

It was specially set aside for lunch.

"Tomorrow is a weekend, and the King of Hearts is back home."

"What about dinner?"

"Drink," the wine glass paused on the table, his momentum was like a rainbow, "you won't be hungry when you're drunk."