Chapter 58 Chapter Fifty-Six Declaration

"Today, right now, the reason why I am standing here is because I have something very important to give to you. It is also because I have something to say to everyone here and the national audience in front of the TV..." Knowing clearly that what he was facing was not only 4,000 delegates, but also 1.2 billion audiences across the country, Ban Mingzhuo couldn't help trembling a little. He tried to calm his violent heartbeat, but the effect Not too big, he couldn't even remember what he should say next. Suddenly, he saw three people looking at him with a smile on the far side of the hall, facing the rostrum.

Those were three familiar and friendly figures. For a moment, he was in a dream. Yes, it's Lao Jiang, Fat Liu and A Ying. They were looking at him with warm and encouraging eyes, as if they were saying: "Go on, we believe in you, our captain..." His lips twitched a few times, as if calling for his dear team members.Then, Ban Mingzhuo took a breath of infinite satisfaction, and a relieved smile appeared on his face. "It's boring..." Wu Yingying finished the last level of Ghost King Tianxia and murmured while watching the explosion screen.She threw the induction helmet away and lazily fell on the big soft bed. The frenzy and excitement of passing the level just now had completely disappeared, like a stranded marine mollusc, and she looked tired and lifeless. "Is there anything else fun? Call your buddies and play disco together? It's boring. The Internet is also boring, and after playing games for so long, her head still hurts. Although she is a little hungry, she doesn't bother to play. Ordering a phone call. Turning over, she felt something clicked under her body. She took it out and saw that it was the latest weightless T-shirt from Adidas that she bought yesterday. She can easily dunk. She grabbed this high-tech product worth tens of thousands of yuan, threw it on the floor roughly, and then lazily lay back on the big bed." Nothing interesting anymore?Let's try the drug Haizi mentioned tomorrow, shall we?Otherwise, you can kill yourself..."

The room was too quiet, and she needed some sound to drive away the feeling of silence, so she said lazily: "Turn on the TV..." After finishing speaking, she remembered that today is the live broadcast of the 41st National Day, and there are almost no channels broadcasting it. other shows.She groaned in pain and buried her face in the pillow, not even in the mood to say the command to turn off the TV. At this moment, a calm and passionate voice began to sound in the slightly empty room... "One hundred and eighty-one years ago, when the country was in danger, our ancestors established a brand new political party. Twenty-eight years later, with extraordinary courage, perseverance and passion, they founded a brand new China. .During this period, they stuck to their beliefs, followed one after another, and wrote an epic chapter for our republic with countless young lives. I think the reason why they made such sacrifices without hesitation at that time was because They believe it, and believe that they are wholeheartedly building a country full of dignity and freedom, a country whose people are the masters of the country, a country of the Chinese themselves."

Huh, this tone seems to be different from the usual speech... Wu Yingying turned her head from the pillow and looked at the TV.On the screen, two deep and sincere eyes flickered.Under the gaze of those eyes, she unknowingly got up and stared blankly at the TV. "Just three days ago, a friend of mine risked the world and tried to launch a usurper coup to establish a new country. However, unfortunately, he failed and I killed him with my own hands. I stopped him, yes Because I know that many people will die according to his ways. Some of them deserved, and many more are innocent. I can't let him do this. In my heart, he is my best friend, the most Someone I admire. His name is Shao Dingzhong, and he is the former director of the National Security Bureau..."

In one of the most common courtyard houses in Beijing, an old woman with white hair is patiently cutting vegetables on the chopping board. "Grandma! Grandma!" A boy wearing a red scarf ran over panting, "Hurry up! Dad wants you to watch TV!" "Oh! What's so good, isn't that the same thing? I've been watching it for seventy years, and I haven't seen enough. I don't want to see it..." The old lady ignored him and continued to cut slowly. vegetable. "No! This time is different, come on! Come on!" The little grandson took grandma's hand and dragged her into the house.

"Hey, hey, my food, my food! Look at you, this kid..." The old grandma muttered and was pushed in front of the TV by her grandson. On one side, a slightly obese middle-aged man was staring at the screen with his eyes wide open. "Dingzhong has a happy family, an enviable position, he has no worries about food and clothing, and has a high position and authority. Maybe many people can't understand why he does this. It's actually very simple, because he loves this country. Yes , he loves this country so much that he would give up his life, love so desperately, love so much that he has no complaints or regrets..." In an instant, Shao Dingzhong's dying face flashed before Ban Mingzhuo's eyes, and crystal tears gleamed in his eyes Emerge, "I know that he made such a choice because he believed that this country has once again reached a critical moment of life and death. And he has completely lost confidence in the current government, so he tried to mend the sky with his hands. Rely on your own strength to turn things around.

He was wrong, and it was not his fault alone.This kind of thing should be the responsibility of our 1.2 billion people in China.And what about you?Everyone here, what are you going to bear?What can you do for your people at a time like this? " In front of the giant display screen in the waiting room of Guangzhou Airport, more and more people stopped in front of the big screen, saluting carts one after another, blocking the passage.The sound of calling passengers to board the plane rang out.The officers on duty were urging people forward angrily, but everyone ignored them and focused on the screen.

"To this day, on the screen wall of the Xinhua Gate in Zhongnanhai, there are still five golden characters - 'serve the people'...serve the people, comrades, serve the people...what a simple sentence, however, What a difficult sentence." Ban Mingzhuo sighed in a low voice, and his stern eyes began to become sharp like bayonets. Think about it, do you really understand the meaning of these five words? Do you really know the weight of these five words? Do you really use it as your own code of conduct? Here, did you fulfill the requirements of this sentence and serve your people wholeheartedly? How much time do you spend in wine pools and meat forests, boasting, intrigues, and indulging in selfish desires for yourself and your relatives and friends? running around for their own interests?"

In a factory in Tiexi District, Shenyang City, a worker in overalls with a greasy face was calling loudly with a radio. He ran from workshop to workshop like crazy. Every time he passed a workshop, the roar of the machine gradually stopped. Groups of workers wearing helmets swarmed out of the workshop and followed behind him. "You say you are the public servants of the people, but are you worthy of this title? Have you tried your best to give your people freedom, equality and dignity in the past hundred years? Have you Poverty, ignorance and misery driven from this land? Have you fulfilled your duty? Have you fulfilled your duty? Have you fulfilled your vow? At the last moment of your life, as you look back on your life Finally, at the moment when you examine your conscience, can you smile and have a clear conscience?"

On the snow-capped cliffs of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, in a narrow and dark cave, under a faint light, two young soldiers with steel guns in thick military uniforms, surrounded by a small radio, with snowstorms all over their faces. , listen quietly. "I don't know if you guys can do this. I hope you can. I really hope you can. Otherwise, it is your betrayal of your ideals and careers!A betrayal of one's own morality and conscience!Betrayal of one's own country and people!I know that there are many people here who have already moved their property and family abroad. And outside this auditorium, there are many more such people.But that's not all.The vast majority of the 1.2 billion people in China want to stay, stay in this ancient land that gave birth to them, raised them, and carried them on their backs. "

In the depths of the Mu Us Desert in Inner Mongolia, the wind is howling, and the yellow sand extends to the infinite sky.A thin female figure struggled to walk on the edge of the desert.On her thin shoulders, carrying two buckets of water.She gritted her teeth and climbed up the sandy slope, carefully pouring a bucket of water on the newly planted saplings, the water was quickly swallowed up by the sand greedily.She trudged down the hill again to lift another bucket of water.In the distance, a girl shouted loudly and ran towards her holding a small radio... "I ask you to always remember, everyone, they, not you, are the real masters of this country! Every delicacy you served in those luxurious banquets came from their flesh and blood, every drop of fine wine was brewed from their sweat, and every stitch and thread on your body was woven into their suffering!open your eyes!Take a good look at yourself!Look at yourself standing in the mirror of your soul!The self without entitlement and vanity.The most real and ugly self!What are you without this land and its people?What are you? Once there comes a day when this land and its people abandon you, and the halo of glory fades away, you will no longer be escorted by motorcades, accompanied by bodyguards, flowers and eulogies, and you will no longer be high above you, well-dressed, and dignified.When that day comes, you will realize how miserable, weak and helpless you are.For the people have turned their backs on you, just as you have turned their backs on them!Do you have to wait until that day, when you bow your head and stand on the judgment seat of history, will you wake up from tears of regret and cold sweat? " Shanghai.On Nanjing Road, Huaihai Road, Fuzhou Road, Binjiang Avenue, Century Avenue in Pudong, Hengshan Road in Puxi and other major streets, all pedestrians and vehicles have stopped, countless eyes Watching the various large and small TV screens on the street, listening to the sincere voice quietly.The whole street seemed to be hypnotized by the sound, completely free of the noise and complexity of the past, and immersed in a dreamlike tranquility. "We say almost every day that our party is a glorious, great and correct party. But have we forgotten that glory is not cast in golden medals, but cheered from the hearts of the people. Greatness is not a record In the pale documents, but only engraved on the monument of the soul. Correctness is not in the false numbers, but in the practice of patience. Even the most dazzling words will one day be true Then, why can't we face the truth? Why do we always have to cover up, cover up, and deceive? Are we afraid? Then, what are we afraid of? Are we afraid of our people? After that terrible series of political catastrophes and storms, don't you still realize that your people are the most tolerant and kind people in the world? After suffering so much, they never even asked you to Simply say 'sorry' to them..." On the Loess Plateau in northern Shaanxi, the scorching heat made it almost impossible to breathe. More than a dozen farmers with handkerchiefs wrapped around their heads and covered in mud gathered under a big tree. Head, staring at the branch horn with silent eyes, listening to this strange broadcast. "In the face of such people, what are you still afraid of? Afraid that your image will be damaged? Your dignity will be violated? Your rights will be shaken? But are these things more important than Taishan, Donghai, and the suffering on the people? I know, many of you have faced the hail of bullets without fear. But at what point did you lose the courage to face the truth? Lost the courage to face the people? Lost the recognition because The courage to commit mistakes—or even crimes—to the people through our own mistakes and negligence? But without such courage, we cannot face this ancient land that gave birth to us and those who trusted us The simple people who support us cannot face the innocent eyes of the children..." In a dark and crude classroom in Jinjuan County, Anhui Province, dozens of dark-skinned children wearing red scarves sat neatly behind their desks, listening attentively with pure elegance.A little girl with bright eyes raised her hand suddenly, the teacher walked over and bent down, she whispered something into the teacher's ear.The young and beautiful female teacher smiled and shook her head, touched her lovely head, raised her finger and compared it quietly on her lips. "And what we can't face the most are those heroic spirits who will sleep forever on this land... those martyrs who died in the previous struggles for national independence and people's happiness, those who fought against plunder, oppression, and The heroes who died in the freedom struggle for hegemony, and those who guarded this country and sacrificed their lives heroically to fulfill their responsibilities—the most ordinary people..." Ban Mingzhuo's gaze swept across the three quietly "At such a moment, facing them, facing the 1.2 billion people in front of the TV, and facing the world that has been watching us with suspicion all the time, everyone here, are you going to do something? What..." Ban Mingzhuo looked at the thousands of representatives present at the meeting. America, the White House. The door of the olive-shaped office was slammed open, and a young man wearing glasses with a nervous expression broke in. "Hey! Bob, We are having an important meeting!" The president, who always pays attention to appearance, frowned and said dissatisfiedly. "I know, Mr.President, but you got to see this!" The young man said excitedly, and rushed forward with a few strides. He was baffled by senior officials such as the Secretary of State, Assistant for National Security Affairs, Chief Advisor of the White House, Secretary of the Treasury, and Secretary of Defense. Under his gaze, he turned on the TV switch.Then he wiped the sweat from his brow and stood aside. "And you, people in front of the TV..." Ban Mingzhuo turned his eyes to the camera again, "What are you going to do? More than a hundred years ago, our ancestors believed that what they sacrificed for was a The country and the nation have a bright and beautiful future. But what about now? What do you still believe in now? What are you still insisting on? What kind of confidence do you have in our country and its future? Our The government is corrupt, how about you? Do you still maintain your simplicity? Do you still maintain your kindness? Do you still care for the strangers around you? In your mind, the balance between money and morality is still Can we keep the balance? Our party is corrupt, we can form a new party, our government is stupid, we can elect a new government, but if you - our people are also corrupt, then this country will be There is no more hope... no more... no more. On the outskirts of this city, the Hunshandak Desert looms ever closer. It devours the oasis, it devours the land, it devours the city. It is terrible. But with it Compared with it, what is more frightening is the spiritual desert in our hearts that constantly erodes our conscience, cools our blood, and distorts our souls! Don't indulge in grandiose theories, don't rely on the assistance of the international community, and don't believe The goodwill of the so-called developed countries, we can only rely on you. The reason is very simple, the strength of a country does not lie in how powerful it is, how developed the economy, or how powerful the army is, but in it and its people What kind of heart do you have..." There was silence in the auditorium of ten thousand people.No one spoke, all eyes were on Ban Mingzhuo.Some of these eyes are clear, some are cloudy, some are excited, some are ashamed, some are thoughtful, some are angry from embarrassment, some are high-spirited... But there is no peace... "Don't forget, what we have is the same heart. Its beating is the grand sound of 9.6 million square kilometers of land, the echo of 5,000 years of splendid civilization, and the resonance of 1.2 billion blood of the same root. Long, long ago, people in this country used to be called comrades, a title we no longer use today. But never forget that whenever, wherever, we can continue to use another, greater title, yes, We are—'citizens'..." Outside the Great Hall of the People, sirens blared, and dozens of police cars surrounded the building. Squads of special police in black uniforms armed with laser sniper rifles quickly occupied the entrances of the auditorium. A team leader turned on the walkie-talkie and asked in a low voice, "All personnel are in place, waiting for instructions." "Listen, no shots are allowed without my Ma Xiangdong's order! Do you understand?" A slightly anxious voice came from the communicator. The captain was taken aback for a moment, and then agreed: "Yes! Without the order of Director Ma, no shots are allowed!" In a police car outside the great hall, Ma Tianxin slowly put down the walkie-talkie in his hand, and turned to look at the people around him. "Thank you, Deputy Chief Ma, for your help. Please hold on for another ten minutes?" Chen Mei, who was dressed in a police uniform, said in a gentle tone, the gun in her hand was still firmly pressed against his forehead. "Officer Chen, is it worth it?" Ma Tianxin asked with sweat on his forehead. "Of course it's worth it. If you can protect your beliefs, it's worth it no matter what..." "Do you know the consequences of doing this?" "Someone once told me..." She said slowly, with a smile on her lips, "As a policeman, we must always be prepared to bear all the sufferings in this world..." In her ear, Xu Dongqing's firm voice echoed for a long time with. On the south side of Tiananmen Square, inside the Chairman Mao Memorial Hall. "Someone is coming..." Musa raised his head and stared coldly above his head. Moinur was startled: "Who? The SWAT team?" "How can they kill my subordinates silently? They must be from Group A." Musa smiled strangely, and slowly opened his hands, "Come on, let me see, the strongest super-psychic fighter in China What kind of strength does it have... activate the nuclear bomb immediately!" Moinur hesitated, and flipped a few switches. The whole device suddenly lit up.At the same time, a countdown began to appear on the display: 10:00, 09:59, 09:58, 09:57, 09:56...