The Republic, Part 4 What is this? Zhuang Litang, the Foreign Minister, had left the proposal on the desk and silently left the room. He knew perfectly well what would happen and had thus made his exit as quickly as possible. There wasnt a large angry outburst, but only one cold serpentine voice that came out of the room. He came out of his office with a face devoid of expression and walked towards his adjutant and placed the report on his table and began addressing the people in the room. I presume you know whats in this report? If you have any hopes that it shall be agreed, forget them. This remark by the Tibetans will be ignored by this office. Am I understood? There was a prolonged tense silence and he returned to his office with one final glance around. There was no doubt that his word would be carried out. Their Lord-Protector didnt love power for powers sake but was protective of it. Not exactly a young man anymore, he carried himself with the dignity of an elder statesman. A very well respected elder statesman whose time in office had been very successful for both his country and Party; he was a man that many trusted. The ideal of the undiminished in the fading world that had been the past had been revived, and surpassed! Fujian had been recovered and now the Armies of the Republic fought along the River Valley of the Yangtze for the rights and liberties that had been demanded! Yet there was always this lingering doubt that the war would not go well, a sublime fear of a people that had only regained their freedom a little more than a century ago. There can be no rewards without taking risks. He and his Party had promised to build the Republic anew and make the Republic something that people could be proud of. They had done that yet there was still that lingering doubt, a fear of failure and that everything again would come crashing down. The treaty offered by the Tibetans had become common knowledge quite soon with the major newspapers printing out their opinions on it along with the specifics of the treaty and land division. As always in a free society, there were different opinions. Some said that they had achieved their goal of establishing a Neo-Sunfucianist state in the former Ba Empire and that was good enough; others disagreed and argued that as long as Tibet had some sort of proxy state in Central China, there would never be peace; others saw the Tibetan peace offer as a sign of weakness and espoused one great climatic war to end the Tibetan menace. And the refugees of the former Ba Empire could do naught but look on in amazement and lukewarm envy. In the Ba Empire, before it had collapsed, authority was absolute and dictated b the brain to the heart and top-down with power flowing the same way. In Guangling, the land of milk and honey, it flow the opposite way; bottom to top, the heart dictating to the brain. The sweet promise and allure of freedom held them all in allure. It was The Cause, The Great Effort, the Holy Crusade, the War of Wars to those who believed in it. It would be the war that would cleanse China of the Tibetan stains and their intolerant Buddhist Faith. Some say a Crusade for Religion is the most powerful thing on this plane of existence, others would disagree. One last war, to end the Final Evil. We will not do nothing. As file after file of smartly armored soldiers marched down the streets to their expected deaths on a battlefield far from home, there was not one dark thought. The old lie once more, turned to truth; It is a great and glorious thing to die for ones country.