Him and their stars.

Chapter 1817: Blast First

Gan Jiang and Moye were a little stunned. They were of course ready to fight at any time, but they never expected that the enemy in front of them would be of this type.

Of course, Mao Yuanzuo, who was only forty years old, did not seem to expect to meet such an uninvited guest here.

The three of them just stared at each other in silence. The scene was awkward for a moment, as if it was something that should have happened in a surrealist farce.

Of course, after the awkwardness lasted for a while, as everyone's momentum began to rise and the aggressive spirits began to clash, the atmosphere gradually became stagnant. Thus, the absurd farce scene switched to the set of an action movie.

The middle-aged man lowered his shoulders slightly, but showed a very natural smile: "Actually, I was just passing by, can you believe it?"

The blue and green lightsabers were unsheathed at the same time, slashing at his shoulders like lightning. Although the sword moves looked like simple slashes and reverse slashes, they actually contained several variations, and could be transformed into reverse slashes, upward slashes, or thrusts at any time. But these were all feints, and the real killing moves were actually aimed at the Tiantu point on the throat.

This is the "Thirteen Swords of Tiantu" created by Lan Jiufeng of the Lingyan Society.

According to Lan Jiufeng, even if the blood path has thick skin and the defense skills are maxed out, the most vulnerable part is still the throat. If this part encounters a heavy blow, even if it is not penetrated, but just burned, it may affect the operation of the opponent's spiritual veins, thus establishing a combat advantage from the beginning.

...Okay, the above statement is too abstruse. To put it more rationally, this so-called "Thirteen Swords of Heaven" is a special psychic martial art for close combat, with every move being treacherous, exquisite, ruthless, and deadly, and every move is about advancing without retreating and filled with murderous aura.

Even if you cannot send the opponent away in one go, you can still gain the upper hand.

Gan Jiang and Moye clearly sensed the danger posed by the other party and were not prepared to hold back at all.

However, this middle-aged man, who looked like a younger version of Mao Yuanzuo, simply lowered his shoulders, and his hands were covered by a pair of black armored fists emitting a cold aura.

"Thirteen Heavenly Swords? That's the psychic version of the Three Axes of the King of Longevity. Ahahaha, you actually used the moves I created to deal with me?"

It was as if a fist made of ice blocked the blazing heat of the lightsaber. The millions of degrees of heat under the plasma seemed to be sucked into a black hole. The high heat energy that could easily melt the armor alloy seemed to sink into an abyss that could not be seen by the naked eye, and there was no trace.

Even the magnetic field that confined the plasma seemed to have disappeared, and the soothing "buzzing" sound had completely ceased.

The twin girls tried to draw their swords, but they felt that the lightsabers and their bodies were pulled by a huge black hole's gravitational force, and they could not get rid of it no matter how hard they tried.

Of course, even so, the girls did not look panicked at all, and they even looked as if they had suddenly realized something.

"I knew it was like this. This Tiantu Sword obviously doesn't conform to the style of our Lingyan Society." Gan Jiang said loudly.

"Yes, how could the Grand Master develop such a disgusting martial art? It turned out to be the evil done by that old villain Mao!" Moye also agreed loudly.

Foul-smelling martial arts? Aren't you very good at using them? The unidentified psychic who was suspected to be Mao Yuanzuo was angry for a moment, but then he stopped being angry and said, "Then I am really disappointed. Since you are Lao Lan's disciple, you should have more than just this ability. You should do more."

There were faint spiritual arms extending from behind him, like an octopus spider with its deadly claws spread out, ready to hunt.

"You should do better. Right? Isn't it?" Mao Yuanzuo winked and behaved frivolously, like a battle-hardened but greasy old mercenary.

"I am happy to teach you about the cruelty of this real world on behalf of your master. If you only have these old tricks, you will be in a miserable situation later..."

Before he finished speaking, Gan Jiang and Moye simultaneously let go of their lightsabers and regained control of their bodies.

They got rid of the invisible gravity, retreated quickly, and at the same time used telekinesis to activate the mechanism on the hilt of the lightsaber. The mechanism hidden on the hilt was activated immediately, directly detonating the highly concentrated ion salt bomb.

The explosion, which flashed with electromagnetic turbulence, covered all the space visible in the surrounding field of vision. At this time, the twin girls had already retreated under the recoil of the bomb. Their bodies were flashing with spiritual light, forming an absolutely impenetrable barrier.

"This is a new trick." Gan Jiang had already drawn the special pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger continuously.

What came out of the muzzle were not bullets, but pencil-sized missiles carrying anti-alchemical warheads.

"This is also a new trick." Mo Xie even took out two Vulcan cannons from the unknown space behind her like a magic trick. The gun body and the barrel were estimated to be much taller than her, but the girl was working on it with one in each hand.

The blue flames, accompanied by dense barrage of bullets, completely covered the figure of Mao Yuanzuo in the roar of guns.

"Junior master said that we should choose the blue-fire Vulcan cannon! He is really right." Moye grinned, revealing her teeth. She was obviously a beautiful girl with invincible youth, but now her smile seemed a little broken.

At the same time, the general who had used up a magazine of missiles also took out a hand-held folding wave phase cannon from his space bag and unfolded it while saying, "His aura is the same as that of the old thief Mao, but his behavior is not normal."

Mo Xie said as he fired his gun excitedly, "Indeed, we need to inform Master and Senior Brother. This is very important."

Gan Jiang shrugged slowly and put the energy box on the deployed wave phase cannon: "But I can't contact them. All means of communication, whether technological or psychic, have been blocked."

"Oh? That's not important. Let's blast it first!"

The spacious underground garage of the Mao Mansion was caught in a hail of bullets and thunder and lightning. Two Raytheon S800 commercial vehicles and a Breeze Shipyard G18 intragalactic shuttle in the garage were affected and instantly smashed to pieces.

To be honest, these vehicles are considered high-end vehicles, but considering Mr. Mao's identity, they are really simple and low-key.

However, such fierce gunfire and explosions in the basement should have collapsed the entire mansion, but this kind of building did not even shake twice. The ceiling, walls and floor of the basement were all flashing with spiritual light, shrouding this wide underground space in an independent space composed of mysticism.

As a result, the people who were having a meeting in the banquet hall on the first floor of the mansion were completely unaware of the battle in the basement.

From the Prime Minister of the Imperial Guard and Marshal Ferragu to the parliamentarians, they all sat upright and listened to Mr. Mao Yuanzuo's speech: "Paul, you have been preparing for war and withdrawing all the troops back to Earth. You have worked so hard. But can you tell me, how long can we resist the Imperial Fleet?"

Marshal Ferragu stroked his marshal's staff under the table with one hand and raised three fingers hesitantly with the other hand.

"Three days?" Prime Minister Konoe was a little surprised.

"Thirty hours, or the most conservative estimate." The marshal grinned and shrugged. "Of course, this is drawn up by the General Staff. I am not a professional, so I can't say for sure."

It is very interesting that a marshal is not a professional.

"I don't want to show off, but everyone, there is actually no point in us continuing to resist. What's more, swords and guns are blind. What's more, where will the more than three billion civilians living on the Earth and the Moon go?" Mao Yuanzuo said calmly.

"This is not boasting. Uncle... uh, Mr. Mao, you are actually choosing to bear the infamy for the lives of the people. History will definitely give you justice." Hierro quickly added.

He is the vice president, but now he is also a qualified supporting actor. Therefore, Mr. Mao Yuanzuo, who has "faded out" of politics and social circles for many years, suddenly became more powerful. Even though he was just sitting quietly in a chair like a harmless and honest elder, he was more majestic and courageous than any president of the community after Marshal Li.

Compared with this calm old man, President Keith Nishita, who was passionate and energetic like a warrior who would never surrender, inexplicably seemed like a pompous clown.

Then, Vice President Yero said: "Everyone, we need to sign a formal announcement. Of course, as Mr. Mao said, everyone should do their part to ensure the operation of all institutions on Earth and maintain law and order and market stability. In addition, it is necessary to notify all major star regions and all combat troops to stop military confrontation and successfully complete the transition from war to peace. Everyone, please remember that the smoother our work, the more we can prove our value. We..."

"Are you going to surrender?" a voice interrupted the vice president.

The latter turned his head and what caught his eye was Marshal Ferragu's strange expression, his eyebrows and eyes were squeezed together, with an indescribable weirdness.

Everyone present thought it was quite new. They only knew that Marshal Ferragu was a cook by profession and a close friend of Mao Yuanzuo who was personally promoted to the army. Although he had a successful career, he was very good at socializing and was a very amiable and particular person.

Although no one thought highly of him, at least no one hated him.

Have they ever seen this hardworking and simple good old man show such an aggressive side?

Faced with Marshal Ferragu's unprecedented sharp gaze, Vice President Hierro was obviously a little uncomfortable. He turned his face slightly to the side, probably because he didn't dare to face the other's gaze directly.

The Vice President said in a somewhat embarrassed tone: "Well, if we surrender, this cannot be called surrender. It is just for the safety of the people, we have to choose reality..."

"No, we are surrendering!" Ferragu interrupted, "You will order the Earth to surrender, and then you will also order the entire country to lay down their arms. You will also issue a wide-area notice to the entire star region, requiring all soldiers to lay down their arms. The expeditionary fleet of the New World, the outer ring fleet of the great high seas, the distant shore fleet of the New Shenzhou... Of course, there is also the Yulian in the abyss. We have no right to disappoint their determination, and we have no right to disappoint everything that Marshal Li and our ancestors have built with the blood of 100 million people."

"I never thought you would say such a big thing. This is really not suitable for you." Vice President Yero's brows were twitching, and he was struggling to control his shame and panic.

The mockery on Marshal Ferragu's face became more and more obvious: "Besides, you don't have the authority. Even if you want to surrender, it is illegal."

"No, it's illegal..."

"So, isn't the legitimate head of the Blue Star Community President Keith Nishita? Mr. Vice President, I haven't seen the president since I retreated back to Earth from the Mars Shipyard. But, we have this gathering today." Marshal Ferragu glanced at the scene, and when his eyes met the Prime Minister of the Guards, the other party shuddered and began to tactically hold up the coffee, using the cup to cover his shriveled and bloodless face.

Marshal Ferragu did not hide his sneer. He was no longer prepared to act: "The acting Defense Chairman Mr. Pegle is not here, the Interior Chairman Mr. Xiaona is not here, the Labor Minister Mr. Bai Yantang is not here, the Women and Children Minister Ms. Jessica Edward Young is not here, and the Chief of Military Affairs Marshal Paris is not here. Most importantly, the President is not here. Even if we want to seize power, we are too rudimentary."

"You rude guy! Don't forget who it is..." Vice President Yero was so angry that he roared like an enraged gangster. But when he slammed the table and stood up, he stopped talking as if the mute button was pressed. He saw his uncle frowning slightly and shaking his head at him.

Mao Yuanzuo's expression was very natural, and he didn't show any particularly obvious anger, but his eyes looked like he was looking at garbage.

I, I am your nephew, right? Blood is thicker than water! Although Vice President Ye wanted to say this, he hung his head in dismay, took a step back, and sat back on his chair in a bewildered and awkward manner.

Mao Yuanzuo looked at Marshal Ferragu again and smiled: "Marshal, you can say whatever you want to say."

Facing this frail and hunchbacked old benefactor, Marshal Ferragu obviously did not dare to be as arrogant as before, and just said quietly: "To be honest, sir, everyone on earth knows that I am just a cook, and I was promoted by you..."

"You're joking, Marshal Ferragu." Mao Yuanzuo shook his head slightly, with a self-deprecating and open-minded smile: "The procedures for your military service and every promotion are in compliance with the law. As for the cook...hahahaha, if you must say that you are a cook, then I'm just a sour old accountant."

Mao Yuanzuo's ancestors were indeed accountants for the Imperial Governor's Office. Later, for five consecutive generations, people in the family served as senior bureaucrats in the Governor's Office, and some of the best were even transferred to the Prime Minister's Office.

By the way, Mr. Mao has a cousin who is now the deputy secretary general of the Prime Minister's Office! According to the ancient sayings of our Earth, isn't he at least a fifth-rank official? He must be a celestial being with immortal status, right?

From this perspective, all of Mr. Mao Yuanzuo's pro-imperial actions are justified.

So why did he join the independence movement? With his ability and family background, if he had always regarded himself as a loyal subject of the empire, the independence movement might not have succeeded. And Mao Yuanzuo could have brought his family to the top, right? How could he let the Gongsun family take the lead?

Marshal Ferragu stared at the other party and said in an almost pleading tone:

"Sir, I am not from the Moon. I studied logistics at the military academy, and it was a short-term specialized course. Apart from me, the highest rank among my classmates was only a brigadier general... Hehe, and this was the result of my special care. Without you, this would have been the best outcome for my career. You have been very kind to me, so I cannot watch you become a double-faced person in history. Since you were willing to choose to lead our independence movement with Marshal Li and Master Lan, you must not choose to surrender today."