Him and their stars.

Chapter 1818 Earthlings cannot afford the price of surrender

Marshal Ferragu stood up and begged his patron earnestly:

"You used to be a bureaucrat in the Governor's Office. When you were in politics in the Blue Star Community, the Empire could already call you a traitor. But it doesn't matter. Marshal Li and Marshal Lukenar were both reserve troops of the Imperial Army, and Marshal Cook made his fortune through cooperation with the Garo Chamber of Commerce. However, you successfully established this country, so you are not traitors, but revolutionaries. Now, even if this country is destroyed, if you change your position again, what kind of reputation will you leave behind? You are the only surviving leader of the War of Independence. I hope that your reputation passed down to future generations will be that of a staunch patriot."

The Prime Minister of the Guards looked at Marshal Ferragu in surprise, and his heart was quite touched.

He initially thought that this person was really crazy and actually wanted to betray his benefactor, which is a taboo in the political arena. Moreover, if he really wanted to get promoted, it would be fine, but he actually did it for the sake of the country? Isn't it hypocritical? Isn't it inappropriate? Isn't it inconsistent with the style of the painting?

Don’t you think about it, with your fat, greasy and corrupt appearance, how can you be a hero?

Of course, if it is for the sake of the posthumous reputation of your benefactor, that is another matter.

Anyway, many people present, including the Prime Minister of the Guards, were very impressed by this. They looked at Marshal Ferragu's sincere face and were actually moved.

Who would refuse such a loyal old subordinate?

Of course, although we are moved, reality is still reality. It is inevitable that some people will whisper: "We will die, we will die, we will be vaporized by the imperial army's cannons. We will die without a complete body, we will..."

Marshal Ferragu stood up with a whoosh, raised his scepter and smashed it on the table. There was a "bang" sound, and the long rosewood table, which looked very valuable, was immediately deformed.

The marshal was a little embarrassed. He felt he could smash the table down with a hammer.

However, this can also explain that Mr. Mao's table is indeed authentic and valuable. It is hard to say whether it is real Huanghuali, but at least it is definitely solid wood. In addition, although Marshal Fei himself is not very satisfied, his hammer can kill people when he swings it.

Sure enough, everyone at the scene looked pale, including Vice President Hierro.

Marshal Ferragu ignored everyone's expressions and said to Mao Yuanzuo, "Please think about it again. Perhaps we will die here... No, in fact, only I, a soldier, will die. You just need to stay in your mansion and not express any opinions. The resistance of the Earth-Moon System will not last long, but after the Imperial Army lands, they will not harm you even for the sake of reputation. You can protect your reputation after death."

Although he said so, he suddenly realized that his words were really not convincing at all.

After all, the affairs of New Asia and New Baghdad, and the bodies of all the illegal dignitaries hanging on the gallows, are still floating around waiting to be dried by the wind.

Mao Yuanzuo looked at the marshal who had slowly stopped talking, and smiled warmly again: "Marshal, are you insisting just to make us suffer more? Or have you seen the chance of winning the war?"

"…I, we really can't defend New Asia, New Baghdad, or the Earth. But the community's vitality is still there, Marshal Bonaparte is still there, Yu Lian and Yang Xiyi are still there. As long as they are there, we have hope. No, as long as it's him, he will always have a way to defeat the empire and rebuild the national defense system."

Everyone knew that the "he" in Marshal Ferragu's words referred to Yu Lian himself.

Before Mao Yuanzuo could speak, Vice President Yero sneered, "Yu Lian? That Yu Lian? Hahaha, I didn't even know that, Marshal Ferragu, you changed your family in your old age, but you recognized a master who is almost old enough to be your grandson!"

His voice was full of poison. "Don't you think about it? If he hadn't disobeyed the orders of the National Defense Committee, would we be where we are today? If he had obeyed the orders and transferred part of the Said fleet to Earth in advance, would we be without troops? Marshal, you have been defeated since New Asia, isn't it because you have no troops?"

Even if I had soldiers, I would not be a match for King Suliuka. The fall of New Atlantis was of course due to my incompetence. It would be great if I could seize Chero in advance, but... this kind of aggressive operation is really difficult for me, Old Paul! Marshal Ferragu wanted to say this, but when he saw Vice President Hierro's resentful expression, he sank his face in disgust.

He still remembered that when the Vice President proudly visited the front line to entertain the troops, when he was chatting and laughing with Yu Lian, and when he pinned the medal on him, he was still radiant.

"As you all know, I have known Yu Lian since Navy Day. This young hero is my good friend and incredibly powerful. We fought side by side with him in Said and defeated many enemies. In the future, when I am on Earth and he is in Said, we will have a very good chemical reaction. I can't wait to see him continue to eliminate the invaders and drive the evil Imperial invaders to the negotiation table! As for President Nishita? Of course, I wish him all the best in his diplomatic activities with the Alliance."

The above is what Vice President Yero said when he was interviewed by reporters after the Second Battle of Said. He looked like he wanted to snatch Yu Lian from President Nishita.

But at this moment, Vice President Ye's square face, which could still be considered handsome, became distorted and hideous because of his viciousness. If his voters, who were mostly housewives, saw this scene, they would definitely be devastated, right?

Marshal Ferragu sighed and suddenly felt that he had plenty of free time. Why should I waste my time and energy arguing with such a person?

Vice President Hierro still felt that he had silenced the other party, and he kept chattering on: "Even at this time, you are still speaking well of him. You are so loyal! But, can he hear your loyalty now? If it weren’t for him, a respected senior like my uncle wouldn’t have to sit here and consider the aftermath in humiliation. It’s all his fault that things have turned out like this! What Dawn Dragon, what God-chosen Champion, he’s just an ambitious warlord! No, he is an ambitious but incompetent warlord! He detained so many fleets, but he still couldn’t defend a small distant shore? All our humiliation is due to him. Our only mistake was to reuse him. Ahhhh…"

The vice president let out an incoherent tremor, as if electromagnetic waves were jumping in the volume. Marshal Ferragu raised the marshal's baton and stabbed the vice president in the waist without hesitation.

Immediately afterwards, tens of thousands of volts of voltage surged into the Vice President's body, causing him to instantly lose control of his body and vocal cords.

He howled with all his might, rolled his eyes vigorously, fell to the ground, twitched a few more times, and then lost consciousness.

Marshal Ferragu murmured, "Now I am attacking the vice president. The military is attacking the democratically elected vice president. Am I a warlord now?"

Perhaps it was because this development was too shocking that everyone was confused for a while. The banquet hall was silent for five seconds before someone finally let out a loud scream, and the scene became chaotic.

Prime Minister Konoe held his head and murmured, "Why is it like this again?"

"This can't be considered a warlord." Mao Yuanzuo was still the only one who remained calm at the scene, and he didn't even move: "Your behavior does not constitute treason. At most, it is a form of mental illness. Hahahaha, I can confirm this to the court."

Marshal Ferragu looked at the other person calmly.

At this time, there was a sudden noise at the main entrance of Yang Pavilion outside the banquet hall. First there was a row of dense footsteps, accompanied by loud shouts, and then there was a row of gunshots. The arrogant shouts suddenly turned into embarrassed cries. Then, the door of the conference room opened, and multiple figures rushed in. It was half a platoon of soldiers. Although they were not wearing mechas, they all had powered bulletproof suits hidden under their uniforms and held electromagnetic rifles.

Half of them formed a barrier around Marshal Ferragu, while the remaining half pointed their guns at the officials attending the meeting.

Of course, even Mr. Mao Yuanzuo was pointed at by more than three rifles.

The soldiers' movements and expressions were extremely stern, or rather, a little too stern. Although their tactical movements were precise, they seemed somewhat mechanical, as if they were even more rigid than robots.

Anyone familiar with psychology would be able to guess that these soldiers were actually under considerable mental stress. They were clearly using meticulous tactical movements and strict facial expression management to cover up their panic.

After all, they were all ordinary people. When they were in the army, they probably never thought that one day they would be able to point guns at these high-ranking figures. If it were in the past, anyone here could easily crush their entire family.

However, the screams and escapes of the big shots came to an abrupt end. They returned to their chairs, each of them in silence, behaving no more respectably than any of the poor people at the bottom of society.

Although the soldiers were still terrified, they were suppressing a sense of pleasure in their hearts that they were not even aware of.

A young officer quickly began to report to the marshal: "All the armed security personnel of the Mao Mansion have been disarmed or killed. Thirty-seven of our own people were also killed. Of course, most of the deaths were caused by those psychics."

Marshal Ferragu was still terrified after hearing this. He had known Mao Yuanzuo for almost fifty years and had been a guest at the Mao Mansion no less than a hundred times, so he was relatively familiar with the situation here. He knew that the gatekeeper, the gardener and the security captain were all second-ring, and the old butler was third-ring. He even knew the star rings, common techniques and weapons of each of them, and took targeted measures.

The Marshal knew that psychics were all extraordinary beings who could defeat thousands of enemies, but those below the fourth ring were still somewhat human. Ordinary soldiers with good equipment and training could cause damage to them.

On the battlefield, there are always examples of ordinary psychics being killed by ordinary people's light weapons.

The soldiers who followed him to attack the Mao Mansion included not only his own guard company, but also two companies of marines equipped with mechas. In addition, the four sniper teams responsible for fire support on the periphery were enough to suppress an imperial armored company.

Eternal City certainly has its own garrison system, but now is a special period after all. The defense of the Earth-Moon System is entirely under the sole responsibility of Marshal Ferragu, and it is easy for him to mobilize troops near Eternal City.

They launched a surprise attack immediately and achieved great results.

The gardener and the doorman were killed by snipers at the first moment, and the security captain was also seriously injured. After a fierce fight, he was shot to pieces by random bullets.

But even if they did this, they only had one platoon of soldiers killed. If the blue-label security robot in the yard hadn't suddenly stopped moving, the casualties would have been even greater.

In addition, after the old butler transformed into a fierce star and killed several soldiers, he was hit several times by an anti-material sniper rifle. However, he was still seriously injured and bounced off the ground as if he had stepped on a rocket, flew into the upper city area of ​​the wall, and then leaped several times in a row and went far away.

…Okay, it was just a minor mistake.

The bigger mistake was that the marshal's men did not find Mao Yuanzuo's family in the mansion, and the door leading to the underground garage was also sealed.

Marshal Ferragu didn't care about the former. He was not here to stage a military coup, nor would he think about eradicating the roots of the enemy. But the latter made him somewhat worried.

"What do you mean by inaccessible?"

"It's completely sealed. The door won't open no matter what we do. It should be some psychic effect. We are trying to open it."

Marshal Ferragu nodded sullenly.

But no matter what, at least from the perspective of purpose, his actions should be very successful.

At least that's the case for now.

Mao Yuanzuo coldly watched the conversation between Marshal Ferragu and his subordinates. He still sat there with a calm expression, as if he was appreciating a lame farce. "This is the real treason. Marshal Ferragu, I once thought that one day there would be a military coup in our community. Unarmed elected politicians are nothing in the face of real power. I would be pointed at with guns by the generals of the Blue Star Community, and under their coercion, I would hand over power to the person who holds violence. However, I never thought that this person would be you."

He stared at the marshal with obvious scrutiny in his eyes until the other turned his head away guiltily.

Of course, Marshal Ferragu reacted immediately after turning his head. He looked back at the old senator and said calmly, "This is about the same Earth. Even if it has fallen, as long as we do not declare surrender, our resistance is still legal. Your Excellency, anyone of us can surrender. I can, the Prime Minister can, Mr. Hierro can, and even President Nicita can, but you can't."

Mao Yuanzuo couldn't help but sigh: "I can't actually be considered a founding hero of the independence movement. I only joined later."

That being said, the media of the Communist Party of China has actually been promoting Mao Yuanzuo as a "founding father". After decades of this, he has long been a close comrade-in-arms of Marshal Victoria Li.

Many people believe that during the War of Independence, he stayed in the Governor's Mansion in order to lurk and pass on messages to his comrades.

But now, the old politician who has served as prime minister of the community for three terms and has the title of lifelong parliamentarian for his founding contributions, spread his hands and smiled helplessly: "I really have never been a hero."

Marshal Ferragu pretended not to hear: "The Earthlings cannot accept the surrender of a founding father. If you surrender, it will be an insult to your posthumous reputation, and also an insult to Marshal Li and the community. The Earthlings cannot afford such a price... I can't leave this mess to Yu Lian."