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Nine hundred and twentieth eight chapters critical illness legacy

Yue Runsheng was originally a Wuwei person designated by the general sect. What is Wuwei? To put it nicely, he doesn't like swords and weapons, and he will definitely not make mistakes, but he can't do anything big. Such people are often suitable for a prosperous era with a lot of talents. They have subordinates to take care of everything internally and externally, and they have consultants to ask, so as to be a symbol of peace of mind.

But at this time, when the old marshal proposed balance of power, Yue Runsheng thought of dealing with two powerful generals Leng Yuan and Liu Fusu in the future, he was panicked and muttered: "Master Marshal... I'm afraid I can't be competent..."

"You must be competent! You must be competent!" The old marshal sat up like a flash of light. The calm leader showed a look of rage. His hand like a dead tree clutched Yue Runsheng's arm tightly, his fingers almost sink into his flesh. He even raised his hand and slapped Yue Runsheng twice, roaring, "The survival of the empire depends on your hand! Do you understand? Do you want to see Liu Fusu forcing Leng Yuan to raise the rebellious flag, and the north and the south split again, or do you want to see Leng Yuan slaughter all foreign generals and launch an aggressive war on the outside?! Ah?!"

Yue Runsheng was slapped twice, and the coldness on his face quickly turned into a scorching pain. He was stunned. It was obvious that he had never been beaten in his life.

I don’t know how long it took, but under the angrily gaze of the old marshal, he gritted his teeth tightly. After a long time, he whispered two words: “Abide by the order…”

The old marshal didn't know if Yue Runsheng had really made up his mind, but at least he had verbal guarantees, what else could he pursue? If God gave him some time, he would have to prune branches and leaves among the imperial forces. What a pity... he reacted too late. When the old marshal really saw Leng Yuan's face and saw the root of the danger, it was already sunset and twilight. God would not give him a chance to save the crisis...

The old marshal's roar just now seemed to have exhausted all his energy and fell on the bed weakly. He stretched out his two fingers with difficulty and said, "I... have two more things to tell you..."

Yue Runsheng could feel that the old marshal's life was disappearing. Faced with this separation of life and death, he wiped his tears and choked and said, "Master General is just giving orders."

"First, the basic national policy. East defense Federation, Zeki's oath abstainer." The old marshal's breathing began to be rapid, but he insisted on it. "The federal military strength is strong, even if there are natural dangers in the ocean, it must be guarded. In the west, if we directly border the Cross Church, there will be territorial disputes, and we will fall into a dilemma on both sides and be difficult to deal with. Therefore, the oath abstainer must make good friends and make them a strategic buffer zone for the empire, block the Cross Church for us, and avoid direct borders."

This principle is very simple. Even if a general like Yue Runsheng can understand it, he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, saying, "I understand."

"Second, all the Central Guards I left behind will belong to you, but I am worried that some people in the army will have strange intentions, or that the power of the Central Guards will decline in the future, and the strength of the Central Guards will not be enough. I recommend one person to you..." The old marshal's lips moved, and he slowly uttered two words, "Luoyou."

Yue Runsheng was stunned and muttered: "General Polu?"

The old marshal nodded silently and sighed, "I will promote him as a major general and change the death row camp into an undead army, one for commending military merits, and the other for preparing for today."

"Luo You will not belong to any faction for the time being. He is the largest free force in the empire. If you can win Luo You, plus the Central Guard Army, suppressing the Eagle and Dove factions, it will be no problem... Cough... Cough!" The old marshal's energy was almost exhausted. He coughed a few times, and blood could be seen in the choking phlegm, but he still tried his best to say, "Remember... This person... cannot bribe his heart with money... cannot shirk his will with officials... You must find his sister first, the girl named Luo Wei... whoever finds Luo Wei first will get Luo You... Do you understand?"

Looking at the hard-working old marshal, Yue Runsheng was already crying: "I understand... I understand..."

"Huh..." After the old marshal gave these two instructions, he finally took off all his strength and fell on the bed in a daze, saying to himself, "It's unpredictable to the world... I've suppressed Luo You for so many years... In the end, I still have to promote him with my own hands... It's unpredictable to the world..."

Looking at the old marshal's dissipated pupils, Yue Runsheng couldn't stop crying and kept choking.

"Runsheng..." At the last moment of his life, the old marshal turned his head, his face full of confusion. It was the innocence that only children in childhood had. He was like a primary school student waiting for the teacher to answer, asking carefully, "I am not a bad marshal, are you?"

Yue Runsheng quickly replied: "You are not bad nor bad, you are a good marshal! A real good marshal!"

However, Yue Runsheng discovered that the moment he finished speaking, the old marshal's pupils had completely disintegrated and would not move. He didn't even know if the old marshal had heard his answer.

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At 7:32 pm on April 27, 2016, the Central Propaganda Department of the Red Blood Empire officially announced to the public that the Grand Marshal of the Red Blood Empire had passed away.

For this Grand Marshal, it is difficult to find an adjective to evaluate him.

Some people think that the old marshal's thoughts are old-fashioned and hostile to the wilderness, which leads to unfair treatment of talents like Luo You. In the end, if Luo You were not really shining, he might have been hidden for one day. Although Luo You has been raised, how many unknown and unacceptable wilderness strong men are crushed to the bottom?

Some people also think that the old marshal is a mediocre person. The results achieved by the Red Blood Empire so far are fought by the generals below, and they have nothing to do with him. Even his own life is exchanged for abandoning his daughter. His actions are not worth mentioning, but just seeking fame!

However, some people think that the old marshal is a person who endured humiliation and was scolded by the whole country and wanted to sign the "Imperial Federal Mutual Assistance Treaty" to erect a wall of life to protect the people. Then they even stood up for the controversy and promoted the eagle general Leng Yuan. This led to the two subsequent Northern Expeditions and the Jedi counterattack in the Second Patriotic War! I have a keen eye to recognize people, so what is the leader?

Of course, no matter how you say it or how you evaluate it, at least the result will not change.

The old marshal took over the disintegrating country in the first year of the Colonial Destruction. He was rampant in the territory and the wilderness forces were dominant. There were rebels in the west, the Federation in the east, and the rebels in the north. But in the year of his death, the Red Blood Empire had become as complete as the old generation, and there was no shortage of territory.

This old man dedicated all his years to the Red Blood Empire and defended his motherland with his own blood. Sometimes, although he was not understood and despised, he still held on to the last moment of his life.

After the old marshal died, he followed his will during his lifetime and kept everything simple, without holding funerals or erecting tombstones, and buried in a public cemetery as an unknown martyr.

Many years later, when those passers-by visited the cemetery, they found an inconspicuous small corner, where there were no tombs and tombstones, only small bulges with slightly raised earthen bales told them: there was a person buried here.

As for the story behind the tombstone, no one knows the ever-changing changes of generations.

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