On the streets in Fengbei City, a large number of special police surrounded Yan Botao's convoy and launched a fierce attack.

Yan Botao hid in the car and shouted tremblingly: "Roar over, ignore them, rush over!"

"The tires were blown up, and the car couldn't drive!" The driver responded in horror and knocked open the deformed car door with his shoulder.

Thirty or forty special police officers slowly surrounded and threw smoke bombs and tear gas at the convoy.

Yan Botao plucked up the courage to look out the car window, and saw all the special police soldiers armed to the teeth.

"CNM, Xiang Zhenmin!! You still have to hold me when you die!" Yan Botao cursed angrily.

...

In the Xiang family’s ancestral home.

President Xiang walked into the quaint study room and sat on the wooden chair. He quietly lit a cigarette and took out paper and pen from the drawer.

Under the dim light, General Xiang leaned against the table and wrote a letter from home.

"Son, I see my words as if I am. At the moment when Fengbei City is broken, all the different views between you and me will be settled. I will also say goodbye to you and my beloved relatives at the last stage of my life.

Compared to living a life of stagnation, I hope I can accept death calmly.

Your father will never stand at the public trial meeting, in the military court, and humbly accept the punishment from others. Men must face the results of what they have done and their own actions.

I don’t want to use my son’s light to bend down, pitifully, sadly pick up the few remaining lives... I have my own dignity, and I also hope that I was your pride.

Son, I have formed a stubborn personality with you, blamed and felt guilty. I always felt that at the most important stage of your life, I gave you too much freedom and wanted you to grow up too early and be independent too early, so that you would not compromise in anything and would not be smooth.

Now, I think you may be more responsible than me and have the courage to face setbacks and defeats. In the process of reorganization of the Self-Defense Forces, the tenacity and persistence you showed were unexpected.

I am very pleased that at the end of my political career, I can see you as your own.

Don’t be sad because of my departure. Everyone has a final destination. Choosing to leave this world is my decision to think for a long time.

Some people say that blood ties are inheritance, and I agree with this point. If you live well, it is the best continuation of my life.

I hope that after I leave, you can take good care of your family, manage your own life, and live your own wonderful life.

In the past, I always suppressed your ideals and personal vision. Now, I want to say...you can let go and chase your ideals and vision, and I support you.

Looking at my life, my career is always ahead of my family. If I live again, I would not choose this way.

Sorry, my son, I may have given you a platform to take off, but I did not give you the care of your father.

I regret it very much.

Really regret it.

Alas, forget it, if there is a next life, I'm making compensation.

Son, men should have the courage to face the farewell and departure in life. I hope that between us, father and son, there is only miss and no grief.

May you have a bright future and be safe and happy.

Your father, Xiang Zhenmin's final work!"

After writing, General Secretary Xiang slowly stood up, carefully sealed the letter, and placed it in the most conspicuous position on the bookshelf ornaments.

Xiang Zehao would never have thought that the last call was his last communication with his father.

In the letter to the family, President Xiang’s concern and care for his son is not as gentle as before, but like a pot of extremely strong old wine, straightforward and spicy.

Chief Xiang pulled the chair to the window, sat down slowly, and drank the liquid potion that had been prepared long ago. He was ready to leave the world peacefully.

Her old eyes stared at the view outside the window, extremely calm, without fear, and no timidity.

Although he was a chief executive, he was an extremely strong person.

He did not want to be pushed to the public trial meeting and to the military court in the last stage of his life because of his former political stance. He died in a politician's apartment in a humble manner.

He didn't want to affect his son's political career because of his sidelines, nor did he want to make Xiang Zehao feel embarrassed after the war.

Whether it is the officers of the Self-Defense Army, the massacre of senior officials of the Party and Government, the last stage of his life, or the fact that he once stood in a team with the Cong or the Shensha system...

These are all his personal behaviors, and they have nothing to do with his son or with the Xiang clan.

The right and wrong of these things, and later people commented that he only needed to do it, stand up and have the courage to bear all the consequences.

...

In the city, on the streets to the north gate of Fengbei, gunshots were still sounding fiercely.

Yan Botao crawled out of the car in a panic, pulled his neck and shouted: "I have something to say to Lao Xiang and ask me to call him!"

"Dingdang!"

A bullet hit the car, hitting the body of the car, and sparks rose.

Yan Botao covered his head and shouted again: "Let me make a call!"

"You crawl out and you won't implicate others!" The masked leader shouted.

"I won't go out, I want to call him!" Yan Botao shouted unwillingly: "We still have room for talks, I still have cards..."

After a while, the masked leader pulled his neck and scolded: "He will never talk to you! Because he... may have left!"

Yan Botao was confused when he heard this, lying on the ground, unable to move for a long time.

"He... he wants to die, why do you have to take me with you! Why?!" Yan Botao yelled unwillingly.

"Kang!"

The smoke dissipated and the sniper shot Yan Botao in the chest.

"Well……!"

Yan Botao covered his wound, his eyes slammed into a round look, looking at the scene on the street, and murmured: "I'm dead... Can I let my son go... I beg you...!"

"Kang Kang!"

Two more shots, Yan Botao completely left the world.

...

North Wind Inlet.

Xiang Zehao was wearing a shabby military coat and was checking the hardness of the fortifications in the defense zone. He didn't know what was happening in Fengbei City at this moment.

Qin Yu and Wu Tianyin were also walking in the position on the edge of the war zone and chatting softly.

"The whole thing is about to start." Qin Yu whispered: "...We have persisted in this battle, and there will be no war on the north side of the three major regions."

"Di Lingling!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a phone ringing rang. Qin Yu lowered his head and took out the phone, pressed the answer button: "Hey?"

"Our troops in the Northeast War Zone will enter Beifengkou after a short stay in Songjiang, about thirty hours later..." The voice of Li Zhan sounded.

Fengbei, the Xiang family’s ancestral home.

President Xiang stared out the window and looked at the crystal frost flowers on the glass. His breathing gradually became rapid, his face was pale, he closed his eyes calmly, and gradually lost his breath...
Chapter completed!