【Ji Lai】【Romy】Far Star

Fahrenheit sent word that he had won.

The expression of the battle report is very simple. The whole meaning is that he won, and there is no description of how much the enemy lost.However, since he will rush back to the emperor's side as quickly as possible, it is entirely possible to ask for relevant details after meeting.

The emperor was very relieved of him.

And the other message came from Mittermeier and Reoenthal.

Now the two Marshals are on the same battlefield, facing exactly the same problem.They are all very wise and decisive people, but this time the situation still made them decide to temporarily suspend the matter at hand and turn around to ask the emperor's opinion.

In fact, after reading the report, the emperor felt a little bit inexplicable.

He could feel Mittermeier and Rosenthal's indecisiveness, and he also agreed with their way of pushing things to him.After holding the document for a while, he thought of a very reasonable way to deal with it: find someone with more mature thinking, a softer mood, and a more understanding and tolerant person than himself to make a decision.

Then he handed the document to Gilfies, and took some time for him to read it and think about it, and then asked him very frankly like a primary school student asking the teacher how to calculate this question: "What should I do?"

"What are you going to do?" Gilfies asked him back.

Reinhardt curled his lips: "It can be anything, right? But I'm not sure how to do it is the most appropriate."

"There's not much difference. It just depends on your mood."

"..."

Gilfies smiled: "Just kidding. So what effect do you hope to achieve in the end?"

"I don't care about the effect, I just want to hear from you." The emperor said in a low voice, sounding a bit embarrassed.

"Since you're asking me, I assume you're trying to be as lenient as possible, aren't you?"

The emperor nodded slightly.

"That doesn't require much consideration. Let them persuade them to surrender. Even if it's useless to say it, it's easy to find some excuses to coerce the other party. And such prisoners of war are also very political."

"But if it goes too far against the opponent's own will, will it be a little..."

"No." Without any hesitation, Gilfies said with certainty, "Maybe it may be unacceptable for a while, but in the end people still hope to live. This is not a question of heroic loyalty, and at least their The family will thank you for it."

This reason made the emperor feel irrefutable.So he called Xiutley and asked him to send the final decision to the two marshals.After he left, the emperor did not continue to stay behind the desk, but pulled Gilfies to sit on the sofa beside him.

But he didn't allow the other party to touch him either—as long as Gilfies tried to reach out his hand, the emperor would show an expression of "I want to die with you", threatening him to take his hand back with his eyes.

"What are you doing?" Gilfies thought he was going to laugh like crazy.

The emperor looked at him annoyed and said nothing, and seemed to have lost his mind due to the forceful interruption in front of him.But even so, he still refused to sit even a little farther away, which really made Gilfies think he was very funny.

"Well, let's ignore this." Gilfies gave in very considerately, "If things go well, the rewards will still be great. It will be difficult for the alliance to bear similar blows."

"...They also have a long history, and now it will end like this-to be honest, I think it's a bit weird." The emperor frowned. very innocent.

"It's just emotion, don't take it to heart."

Gilfies was right.But then Reinhard was silent for a while, and then with an expression that showed that he himself felt that he was very unbelievable now, he said a very magical hypothesis: "If... that man did not accept the 20 marks back then, But with our exiled alliance, everything will be different, right?"

"Yes, it will be different. But I will never see you again. You will always become the beautiful blond young master in my memory next door. Occasionally, when the weather is good, I may see you next door house and suddenly think of you."

"...If possible, I would like to take you away too..."

"Are you going to take a 10-year-old away from its parents, young master?"

The emperor's expression showed that he was not feeling well now. Gilfies felt that his face had changed a little, but he continued: "But even if it wasn't like this... I still snatched you away."

These words made Gilfies want to sigh a little, but he still told the other party with certainty: "This is not stealing, I am very happy to walk such a road with you."

"But if it wasn't for me, then you should be living peacefully and happily now, and you might even be happily married..."

"It doesn't really make sense to assume that, does it? If the war continues, I may be killed without your protection, and with a little luck will become severely disabled and need to rely on prosthetics, wheelchairs or life support systems This possibility is very high, much higher than the happy life you said." As he spoke, Gilfies reached out to touch his long hair hanging on his chest, and finally leaned over to kiss him At the end of the hair, "Utopic plots are just fantasies after all. In real life, you are my destiny. In addition, your idea of ​​using marriage to represent happiness is also very one-sided. At least I don't need that thing to give me happiness."

The emperor was stunned for a while.For a few seconds, Gilfies felt that he was about to cry, and of course he wasn't shy about showing the other party his tears now.

But then he recovered quickly, put away his emotions, and slapped away Gilfies' hand that was about to reach out further.

Roenthal rushed to the wolf with gunpowder.

In fact, he didn't need to come here, but some kind of selfishness still prompted him to come here.

After getting off the shuttle, receiving greetings from Mittermeier's deployments, and walking through the long passage, Reuenthal entered the bridge, and saw Mittermeier standing near the door waiting for him.

With one hand clenched into a fist, he passed over the opponent's shoulder and landed on his back. He forcibly pushed Mittermeier over and gave him a short hug full of momentum and encouragement.

"What does Your Majesty mean?" He let go of him and asked him at the same time.

"It doesn't matter if you find a way to persuade them to surrender, even if you use tricks. Don't waste your life anymore."

"...Your Majesty is really getting more and more generous."

"There is no one in this world who is more worthy of discussion than him."

This sentence made Luo Yantar nodded with a feeling.Then he asked: "Then how to persuade?"

"I've never done this kind of work. Is simple communication okay?"

"If we rely on communication, the effect may be very poor. Since our purpose is to persuade them to come off the cliff... let's contact them, find a way to meet, of course it is best to call them over, but we are not afraid to go to them."

Mittermeier frowned and looked at him strangely.

"Is there any problem, my lord?" Reoenthal responded with a similar expression. "

"Aren't you really a fake? Shouldn't you say 'feel free to persuade the other party, if the other party is ignorant of current affairs, then we are not wrong'?"

"Would I say that?" Rosenthal looked at him questioningly, as if he didn't intend to admit it anyway.

But then Mittermeier laughed, and almost all the bad feelings from the senseless killing that had been hanging over him just now dissipated.

"Of course you wouldn't say that." He nodded firmly.

After finally waiting for the residual prestige of electromagnetic waves on the battlefield to relatively dissipate, the two sides finally had time to find each other’s radio frequency, and had a relatively unaffected exchange. After a few words, the Allied Forces agreed to negotiate.

They have no other choice now.

After 3 days of hard fighting, their army was forcibly pieced together from normal service warships mixed with a large number of decommissioned or near-decommissioned old ships, modified medical ships, engineer ships, and even a variety of civilian ships, only relying on the commander's shocking organization It was only with the ability to control and control that they were able to fight normally, and even the huge team that forcibly restrained the two famous enemy generals in a short period of time had been exhausted to the point of exhaustion.

This kind of consumption is not only in terms of quantity, but also includes morale.

When the attrition reached 80%, the commanders of the Allied forces had almost lost control of the fleet.A large number of escapes began to appear, and many ships that did not escape also began to ignore dispatch and command, and flinched back, until finally they were all surrounded.

It's not their fault.

Bi Kegu didn't blame them at all, and even he just wanted to thank them and express his incomparable respect to them-most of these people were reserve and retired personnel, as well as many fledgling recruits and temporary recruits.For the sake of this dying country and that dirty regime, they insisted on getting themselves out of their relatively safe home, and went to death without complaint or regret—it is hard for Bikegu to imagine a nobler person than them .

But now, Yang's plan has been in vain, and what will come next should be a full-scale fall that is absolutely unstoppable and completely impossible to contain like a bankrupt.

Bi Kegu felt that he didn't want to see such a scene, so for a while he really wanted to pick up a gun and shoot himself in the temple.But after the emotional breakdown passed, he regained his senses and recalled his responsibilities.

At least there are about 2000 alliance warships surviving on the battlefield in front of him. He must find a way to rescue all these people at all costs.

So when the other party sent a communication requesting surrender and negotiation, he agreed almost immediately.But because his legs are completely dead, he can't stand up now, so he can only ask the other party to send a representative over, or his side to send a representative over.

To be honest, judging from his accumulated experience in the past few decades, this kind of request is likely to be regarded by the arrogant imperial army as warriors who want to play tricks, disobey their authority, and despise the nobleness of His Majesty the Emperor. Reject immediately and cause the opponent to fire again.

Now their armor is exhausted, and their ammunition and power are close to exhaustion. If they are swept again, they will say goodbye to the world immediately before they even have time to fight back.

But fortunately, the other party sent a response: they agreed to such an arrangement and would send someone who could talk to him as soon as possible to have an interview.Of course, the premise is that they need to move some of the talking ships over to relatively ensure the safety of the empire's personnel.

Bi Kegu couldn't bargain.About 20 minutes later, Leo Grant entered the firing range of the Imperial Army with scorched marks and bullet holes all over his body.

Soon, the officers sent by the empire boarded the ship, and they put him and the three imperial soldiers who were obviously in charge of security into the bridge.

But to be honest, this officer doesn't look like the pompous pomp that the Imperial Army should have.He is a handsome, upright, energetic young man in his 30s, with a typical military temperament. Although he is already an admiral, he has no arrogance. Just can't keep up.

"Carl Edward Bayerlan. General of Marshal Mittermeier. It's an honor to meet you, Your Excellency Marshal Piccolo." He introduced himself neatly and greeted the other party. Instead of saluting, he directly held his hand Passed it to the old marshal.

Bi Kegu can agree with his approach. They are indeed not people under the same system, and the other party does not necessarily have to respect his military rank.

The old marshal took his hand.After shaking hands, the other party sat down naturally, and started talking to him about business without a second's pause, and the business was actually very simple, nothing more than they surrendered, they were taken into custody, and they began to eat prison food. They guaranteed that they would have normal prison food. That's all.

The other party is a very decent and reliable person - Bi Kegu fully realized this during the conversation.Moreover, the authority granted by the other party should be quite large, and almost all of Bi Kegu's questions and requests have been answered and guaranteed.

"Okay, in this way, your fleet will be taken over by us, and we will ensure the safety of everyone." Finally, Bayerlan said while reviewing the surrender agreement signed by the other party in his hand, "Now please Come back with me, I believe you need rest and a relatively better medical environment. Afterwards, the two Marshals will arrange for you to settle down on a certain planet or space fortress as soon as possible to start treatment."

The old marshal bowed his head and was silent for a while.

Soon he raised his head and said to the young general in front of him, "Then please wait a moment. I have to pack some things."

After he finished speaking, he began to struggle to stand up from his seat, and the Chief of Staff of the Confederate Army hurried over to help him worriedly.But before he could stand up completely, Bayerlan raised his hand and stopped him.

The young man stared at the old marshal for a while with his bright eyes, which can be said to be extremely penetrating.Then he put down his hand and said: "Then I will wait for you here. But you must pay attention that I will not allow any treacherous things to happen. If there is an accident, the surrender agreement will be immediately void and we will start again Attack your fleet."

This sentence made Bi Kegu stunned, unable to react for a long time.

And Bayerlan looked at his dull face and continued: "Actually, after this confrontation, I personally admire you very much. I think you are outstanding both in spirit and in actual ability, which makes me feel better." Willing to let myself be kind to you—I always believe that everyone deserves what they do, and you certainly don’t deserve that.”

"you……"

At this time, Bayerlan sat up straight, and showed a sneer, full of irony and arrogance, which seemed completely inconsistent with his personality, but for some reason, he already knew how to put it on He said, "By the way, please allow me to reveal one more thing to you: the two marshals actually don't like large quantities of ordinary prisoners of war. After all, those things are really too much trouble, but the value is very low."

Bayerlan's words made the old marshal's face slowly turn gray.Now he knows that he has no chance—there is no war treaty between the alliance and the empire. Even if there was, under the current situation, even if the other party destroys ships that no longer intend to resist or kills a large number of prisoners, no one will pursue it What.As long as he wants to keep others he can't end himself.

He felt the chief of staff's hand holding his arm tremble slightly.But he knew it wasn't a sign of fear, but really just plain hopelessness.

"Okay. I understand what you mean." Finally, the old marshal said to the young imperial general, "I will take care of everything."

"It's not like that, Your Excellency." Bayerlan looked at him with a smile, and explained to him in this way: "Your Majesty will judge who should bear everything. And I can be sure that you are not in that list."

This can already be regarded as a side guarantee, but the information contained in it is really not acceptable to the old marshal who has accompanied the alliance and the spiritual concept it represents for 70 years. blackened.

But in the end he didn't collapse or suffer a heart attack.

Supported by the adjutant and the chief of staff, he got on the stretcher specially sent by the empire, and let them carry and dispose of himself. Afterwards, he fell asleep while talking with the doctors and nurses with the accent of the empire, and made a story about the place where his home was located. Heinesen's small yard, and the long dream of the old wife who hangs clothes in it.