Chapter 239 Plant and the People of East Asia Before the WarWhat does international interaction between countries rely on? It does not rely on morality, it does not rely on humanities, and it does not rely on so-called civilization! Be it the past, the present, or even the distant future. Strength is the truth that will never be eliminated! East Asia was once glorious and also once desolate. The huge fleet that is marching towards the new battlefield in the universe at this moment has already proved that this truth is eternal. Upon seeing these warships, representatives of various countries in the United Army Headquarters bowed their heads and tried to please them. Seeing these warships, the adjusters on PLANT were terrified. The East Asian Army's fleet had not yet officially launched an attack on Boyaz Fortress. It has never even threatened the satellite cluster's homeland. In the past, it claimed to be the future of the human world, and shamelessly crowned its head with the title of new human beings. As an adjuster to prove the separation with fellow countrymen in the Earth Sphere. They brought their families with them, calling their children and daughters, and one by one they revealed their true colors.
They swarmed in a disorderly manner and rushed towards the space ports on various satellites. All for the purpose of grabbing a ticket to leave the PLANT satellite cluster! In order to get such a trivial ticket, the adjusters chose to use their fists to represent themselves. Insults, fighting, and hostility towards each other. The person who grabbed the ticket was ecstatic, but his happiness didn't last long. A pair or more pairs of fists would then reach out and knock him to the ground. Then the ticket will be torn into pieces. Since I can't get it, no one else can! "Speaker Patrick, this is the situation outside right now." The people below can leave, but how can the people above escape? They have already been registered with the relevant departments of various countries, one by one. Those who could not escape from the ZAFT military headquarters had no choice but to continue doing the work at hand. And compared to those at the bottom who are not well-informed, these people actually still have hope in their hearts. Not a very good way out. "I see." He no longer had the high spirits he had when he was elected Speaker. The successive blows made Patrick age much older. Those who have undergone genetic reprogramming actually look handsome even when they are old. However, Patrick at this moment was just like those natural people in the gravity circle whom he looked down upon. He looked old and frail, without the so-called grace of an adjuster. "Notify the citizens and ask them where they can go if they leave the PLANT!" When Patrick saw the Goddess of Love explode in the satellite cluster, he had anticipated the panic of the citizens.
So there wasn't much panic at this time. As long as there is enough bad news, it is no longer bad news. No, numb. "Is there any news about Lacus Kulain?" Quickly changing the subject, Patrick wanted to hear about that damn woman and whether his subordinates could bring him good news. Back then, over the matter of Isaac, he and that woman Isalia had a fierce argument. The cunning pink-haired boy took advantage of the chaos and ran away again. It's fine if you say you're running away, just consider it as a favor to the late Kulain. My uncle Patrick will not argue with you, but you should never collude with the traitor Bartfield. They even took away an entire ZAFT fleet! Lux Kulain, don't you know what time it is now? The army was already stretched thin in terms of military strength, and they wished they could use one fleet as two. Now that we have poached your talents, are you really not afraid that the East Asian army will attack PLANT's homeland? Knock down the ominous funnel in the sky that all natural people speak of? "this." Hearing this question, the servant standing in front of Patrick quickly flipped through his notebook. Fortunately, the ZAFT military's intelligence agencies are still somewhat useful in the universe, but of course there is no accurate information. However, there are still some rumors and news. "According to reliable information, Lux and his group defected from the satellite cluster's homeland." "They are recruiting troops all over the universe, with the kidnapped squadron as the core." "For example, waste recyclers, space mercenaries, and some scattered forces were all lured over by them." "As for the specific movements of the other party in the future, the intelligence agencies are still paying close attention." "Ah." Is this good news? Patrick nodded and pretended to be deep, he could only hold on to a glimmer of hope, considering PLANT as the last home of the adjuster. Maybe when the final battle with the natural people begins, that bastard woman Lux will bring those stragglers to help. The other party will always have some thoughts of seizing power. What else could happen? Should we use the limited military force to dispatch some more troops to defeat them? ZAFT no longer has any more soldiers available! My mind was full of how to deal with the approaching army of the East Asian Federation. Patrick pondered for a long time, and time passed bit by bit. When he looked up again, he suddenly found that the servant in front of him had not left yet.
"What else?" Patrick asked weakly, fatigue deep in his weathered eyes. "Yes, that's right." Seeing that the speaker in front of him was no longer as aggressive as before, the attendant plucked up the courage to make a small request. "The next batch of support materials to Mars will leave soon, and some people in my family want to speed up the development of Mars." “So I intend to volunteer to go there and contribute my efforts.” "Ok?" In an instant, the cloudy eyes became sharp, and the people below ran around like headless flies. To deal with this problem, you can also threaten them by saying that they have nowhere to go, so that they will unite with the ZAFT army and fight to the death. However, the middle and senior management have their eyes on Mars. They say nice things but in fact they just want to run away! So what to do? Agree or disagree! Waving his hand, Patrick did not give a direct answer. He just let his servant leave first, and waited until the servant, who was hesitant to speak and wanted a precise answer, left. "People's morale has been scattered, and it's hard to lead the team." In the dark office, Patrick let out a long, drawn-out sigh. However, a tragic scene of the impending end of the world continued to unfold on the PLANT satellite cluster. The East Asian Space Army, which was about to approach the ZAFT Army and was at the forefront of the fortress defense line of Boyaz, was filled with joy and celebration, as if it were the New Year. After all, no matter who is in this huge fleet, they would not have the idea that we would fail. Especially when they got closer to the battlefield, the instructors in the fleet began to boost morale in a unique East Asian way. Then no soldier would think that failure would belong to East Asia! “He begot one after another.” “They were all blown away by the sound of the trumpet.” "What's over the mountain?" "It is the heroic spirit of the martyrs." "It is the New East Asia that they fought so hard to defend." "What's that over there?" “It’s a protracted war.” "He looked into the distance, tears falling one by one." “Peace has come.” "They're gone." "They're never coming back!" Times are progressing, but some traditions will not be forgotten. Singing during a march is a good way to maintain morale.
The instructors who keep up with the times did not stick to the old ways. They gave up some old songs and specially selected a song that is also an old song to play. When this song called Grandma began to echo in the cabins of all the warships. The soldiers just listened silently at first, and then their eyes began to turn red, no matter how strong a man you are. Even though he was a brave warrior who performed surgery without anesthesia, tears gradually fell from his eyes. Then one person started to sing, and then another. Maybe they were tune-deaf, or maybe they were just following the lyrics from others. But soon, uniform singing in various voices resounded throughout the universe. "Brother Wang Hu, are you crying?" Listening to the songs echoing around me, I realized that the environment I grew up in was different. Kira didn't quite understand the meaning of the lyrics, and just when he wanted to ask his big brother Wang Hu beside him. But he was shocked to find that in his impression, Brother Wang Hu, who seemed to never shed tears, now shed tears like pearls that had broken off the string. Not only was he crying, his big brother Wang Hu also had his part in the chorus. "I……" Kira murmured to himself as he looked at his elder brother Wang Hu who turned a deaf ear to his questions. After hesitating for a moment, he wanted to sing along. But after opening his mouth several times, Kira finally closed his mouth because his pronunciation was too inconsistent. Suddenly, as Kira was listening to the song attentively, he was surprised to find that his face was cold. It is said that people have national boundaries but music has no boundaries, as long as the singer puts his or her wholehearted emotions into it. Then even if you don't understand the words, the listeners will still be able to feel the singer's emotions. "Why am I crying?" Kira kept trying to wipe the tears from his face with his hands, and he didn't understand why he was like this. Fortunately, it won’t be long before the entire fleet arrives at its destination. Of course, it is impossible for the fleet's instructor to play this song until the last moment before the war. Otherwise, there is a high possibility that some extreme behaviors will occur because of the soldiers' superiors. Then the music disappeared and the soldiers' chorus ended. But because of this unique pre-war mobilization. "See you at the Martyrs' Cemetery." There are tears in the eyes, but a smile on the face. Those you know, those you don’t know. The soldiers patted each other on the shoulders, and then they quickly walked towards their posts.
"Martyrs?" Kira became even more confused. He looked at Wang Hu, who wiped his eyes and looked calm again. "The Martyrs' Cemetery. If I have the chance to lie in it in the future, then every Qingming Festival, I can watch the children playing around me with a smile." Holding Kira in his arms and leading him towards the hangar, Wang Hu talked about the romance that belongs to East Asians. "We once had a 28-year war, and million people sacrificed their lives for the red color that rose up." "That is not just a piece of colored cloth." (End of this chapter)