Scumbag Falls for Fiance After Breaking Engagement(ABO)

Chapter 52 Seven Emotions and Six Desires

　In the morning, the secretary pushed open the door of He Mingfeng's office, and there was no one inside. He was stunned for a moment, this had never happened before. In the years since the war, He Mingfeng was always the first or the last to leave, and sometimes he even lived in the office.

　　He Mingfeng's life was monotonous with no entertainment and only two points of contact. Even his secretary didn't know where to find him. The secretary walked around the office and suddenly found two bags of documents classified into different categories on the desk. His heart sank.

　　The thick file bag was labeled "Military Affairs - Entrusted to the General Staff Headquarters", and contained three plans. Plan one was how to quickly stabilize the morale of the army, plan two was the reserve candidates for marshals, and plan three was the next direction of operations. All of them were detailed and effective, and each plan was nearly a hundred pages long and handwritten, obviously after careful consideration.

　　In another file bag were personal matters entrusted to the secretary. There were only a few sheets of paper in it, most of which were Snowball's medical records! He hoped that the secretary could take good care of his cat. Regarding He Mingfeng himself, there was only one sentence: the ashes should be buried on the spot, and all property should be handed over to the state.

　　The secretary looked at this will-like thing, and in the midst of extreme tension, he also felt an unstoppable sadness in his heart. He was the only marshal since the founding of the empire, with a high position and power, so what? If He Mingfeng died, his ashes would not be collected by his family, and there would be no place for him to be buried, and no one would inherit his property. All his affairs before and after his death were explained in just this sentence.

　　He dared not make this public, and did not know where the marshal had gone after leaving these "last words". The secretary locked the door of the office with a key and pretended to patrol the barracks as if nothing had happened. He searched the barracks inside and outside for a whole morning, but found nothing. Just when the secretary almost gave up and was about to report the marshal's disappearance to the staff, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure crawling at the starting point of the secret mission!

　　"Why the hell are you still here?!" He thought he was dazzled. Cold sweat instantly soaked his uniform. His mind went "buzzing" and he pounced on the suicide squad and shouted angrily: "Depart at six o'clock and blow up on time at twelve o'clock. Everyone is waiting for you to blow up the weapons depot! If you don't complete the mission, won't the subsequent deployment be a suicide mission?! If the weapons depot is not blown up, the enemy will pick up weapons and kill all our people!"

　"It's time... It's almost time..." The young soldier stared at the western sky with a pale face, his eyes wide open and trembling like a sieve, and he counted down like a madman: "It's time... The explosion is coming!"

　　There are five seconds left, four seconds... one second left!"

　　The last second seemed to be stretched infinitely. The secretary felt that his heart, liver, spleen and lungs had all turned cold. The whole world was shaking. He lost his balance and nearly fell. With tinnitus in his ears and red light in front of his eyes, he didn't dare to think about the consequences of this matter. Every mistake on the battlefield would be paid for with a life!

　　"Success! Not a second's difference!" The soldier's sudden roar woke the secretary from his mental stress. He heard a thunder-like "boom" in the distance. The red light in front of him was actually a red flare leaping into the sky!

　　"Oh my God! The weapons depot has really been taken down!" The secretary almost wanted to cry. He knew how difficult this mission was and how close it was to impossible to accomplish. He patted the soldier's back hard, but froze up the next second. A chill ran up his spine. His scalp was numb and his hands and feet were cold. He rushed over again and grabbed the soldier's collar: "Who went in your place? Who on earth was it?"