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Chapter 496: The Asian Fleet Stays Behind! Survival is never easy!

"I suggest that the Asian fleet stay behind to monitor the situation on Earth."

Just as the joint members were arguing, the representative of the European fleet raised his hand and spoke.

He used the defection of the Natural Selection as a starting point, hinting sinisterly that the Asian Fleet lacked internal cohesion and was unable to carry out this attack.

This reason immediately choked the representatives of the Asian Fleet. Zhang Beihai's defection was indeed true and could indeed be used as a political stain on them.

If the Asian fleet does not use this battle to wash away the shame, the status and reputation of the Asian fleet will be trampled under the feet of the European and North American fleets in the future!

It would be difficult to turn things around and regain the right to speak.

Soon after, the representative of the North American fleet also took advantage of the situation and pressed the European fleet, "This doomsday battle is about to begin. We will never allow any escapist ideas to appear within the fleet."

"This will seriously affect our morale and the people's confidence in fighting against the Trisolaran civilization, so I also think that the Asian Fleet should stay."

At the huge joint meeting, more than two-thirds of the people voted in favor of the decision to keep the Asian Fleet.

Seeing this, the Asian Fleet delegation strongly objected: "This is unfair. It was just a small-probability accident. It does not mean that there is a problem with the cohesion within the Asian Fleet."

"I protest! You cannot deprive us of the right to fight against the Trisolaran civilization. We have been preparing for this day for two hundred years!"

Although the Asian Fleet delegation has been arguing and trying to get the Joint Council to reject the other party's application, the North American and European fleets are fundamentally one family.

They controlled the main voice of the Joint Council, and from the moment their votes overwhelmed the Asian Fleet, the decision to keep the Asian Fleet could no longer be changed.

Soon, the top leadership of the Joint Council modified the plan, allowing only the North American and European fleets, totaling 1,400 star-class battleships, to march forward, while the remaining troops and the Asian fleet returned to Earth to guard against the Infinity-class aircraft carriers of the Universal Corporation.

After the decision was successfully passed, representatives of the North American Fleet and the European Fleet secretly rejoiced. They originally felt that it was too wasteful to use two thousand warships to attack one probe.

If you can kick out a fleet, you can get more credit and take the opportunity to publicize the power of your own fleet.

Without the Asian Fleet as a competitor, their voice and prestige in the human world will be greatly enhanced.

The soldiers of the Asian fleet, having lost their chance to fight, returned home in despair and obeyed orders to turn around and head towards the Earth.

However, the fate of the three fleets also reached a watershed here, and completely different destinations will be waiting for them.

Staying on Earth has become a foregone conclusion, and the representatives of the Asian Fleet can only turn to cooperation with the Universal Corporation to try to make up for the loss of not being able to participate in the Doomsday Battle.

After all, if we can appease the world's giant companies and reach a cooperative relationship with this mysterious force, it can be regarded as a contribution to human civilization.

At this moment, Paul, who was far away on Earth, had resumed long-distance communications with the three fleets.

However, the only fleet representatives who showed up this time were the senior officials of the Asian Fleet. The senior officials of the other two fleets had already left the joint meeting and headed for the Doomsday Battlefield.

"Mr. Paul, I regret to inform you that Fleet International has declined your invitation for a joint operation. They have transferred the Asian fleet back to Earth and will make plans after the battle is over."

Jonathan used as euphemistic words as possible, fearing that the other party would go on a killing spree on Earth in a rage. Before the Asian fleet returned to Earth, their lives would be in the hands of the global giant.

Paul simply smiled disapprovingly at this expected result: "Mr. Jonathan, you should congratulate Fleet International for being able to retain some troops and not being completely annihilated by the Trisolarans."

Hearing Paul say this, Jonathan's face immediately darkened. How could anyone talk like that? He concluded that humanity would lose before the war even started.

Paul stopped talking and waited patiently for the doomsday battle to begin.

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At this moment, the North American Fleet and the European Fleet have all set sail from the Jupiter base, forming a dense array and heading towards the direction of the Trisolar Probe.

At about one o'clock in the morning on Earth, new news came from the media: [The combined fleet has officially set out from the Jupiter base! ]

People in the southern hemisphere can see the interstellar fleet setting sail with their naked eyes.

For a moment, people in Australia, South Africa, and South America looked up at the night sky with great interest, searching for the position of Jupiter with their eyes.

This is not easy.

Fortunately, with the guidance of experts on TV, people quickly found Jupiter and faint starlight in the southwest night sky.

At this time, the light of the combined fleet was flying towards the earth across a distance of five astronomical units.

After nearly an hour, the brightness of Jupiter in the night sky suddenly increased, and soon surpassed Sirius to become the brightest celestial body in the dark night sky.

Immediately afterwards, a bright star separated from Jupiter, like a soul shedding its shell, and Jupiter gradually returned to its original brightness.

The bright star slowly moved away, gradually distancing itself from Jupiter. This was the combined fleet that had set sail from the base, and what people saw was what had happened an hour ago.

At almost the same time, live images and videos from the Jupiter base also arrived on Earth.

People all over the world saw on television the shocking "Sun" emerging from the dark space!
Each of these two thousand suns embodies more than two hundred years of human efforts. They are arranged in a strict rectangular formation, leaving traces of human civilization in the silent and dark solar system.

Under the radiance of two thousand suns, Jupiter and its surrounding satellites seemed to be burning.

Soon, the combined fleet began to accelerate. This column of sun-like steel behemoths swept towards the depths of the starry sky with the force of thunder, declaring to the Three-Body Civilization the dignity of mankind and its determination to fight to the end.

Two hundred years ago, the sight of the Trisolaran civilization's fleet setting out filled all of humanity with despair, and the lingering fear hung like a sword of Damocles over every human's heart.

It was not until this moment that he was finally released.

The same fleets that the Trisolarans have, humans also have, and there are more of them than the Trisolarans!

All of a sudden, all the people on Earth came outside, looked up at the sky with tears in their eyes, and many people burst into tears. At such a special moment, there was no longer any barriers or discrimination between people.

Thousands of years of human wars, various historical issues, and racial feuds have all vanished at this moment, and humanity is infinitely close to social harmony.

But Paul and others just watched it all in silence. This collective suspension bridge effect would not last long.

After the Doomsday Battle, regardless of the outcome, humans will still hate each other.

It won't be long before they realize that the efforts made by mankind in the past two hundred years are just a drop in the ocean compared to the technological gap of the fault level. Just as Paul was thinking about how to deal with the things after the Doomsday Battle, Jonathan came with a new order to remind Paul:

"Mr. Paul, Fleet International has officially reached an agreement. Please return to the parliament now."

In fact, the decision to let the Asian Fleet return had been made long ago, but a series of procedural changes and program implementation were required, which delayed it by a lot of time.

Paul nodded and followed Jonathan back to the conference room. Just like before, only the Asian Fleet delegation was left in the huge conference room.

The representatives of the North American and European fleets have completely disappeared, leaving only a group of senior executives with Asian faces left here.

"I'm sorry, but the other members of the joint meeting have other important matters to attend to. Now we are the only ones left to communicate with each other, but this doesn't affect anything."

"On behalf of Fleet International, I welcome your return."

The smile of the representative of the Asian Fleet was a little bitter and stiff, because of Zhang Beihai, a bad apple, they were kicked back to Earth to guard the gate.

The ridicule and mockery from the outside world will surely soon swallow them up and drown them.

However, Paul didn't care what the other party was thinking. He just asked calmly, "How many star-class battleships did you send out?"

This is destined to be a one-way battle. How much spark Fleet International can leave depends entirely on how many chips they have lost this time that are doomed to never be recovered.

"All the warships of the North American and European fleets have been dispatched. Only our Asian fleet of more than 700 warships have returned to Earth and are waiting for new instructions."

The representative of the Asian Fleet had an ugly look on his face. He was angry that the international joint leaders of the fleet were so biased, and he was also angry that the global giant company did not come earlier or later, but chose to return to Earth at this time.

But Paul didn't seem to notice the change in the other party's expression at all, and nodded to himself: "Not bad, at least one third of the strength is retained, so it won't be all wiped out."

Paul certainly knew that there was no way he could stop these arrogant fools who were rushing forward to die one by one. The only thing he could do was to issue a warning and then use the Infinity-class aircraft carrier to tie down a part of Fleet International's forces.

It is not an easy result to be able to leave more than 700 warships now.

The human civilization of the Three-Body Universe has survived two difficult hundred years relying on false, inflated, mysterious self-confidence. It is time for a heart-wrenching defeat to burst the bubble and allow them to soberly face the cruel reality of the world.

Survival has never been an easy thing, and there is no such thing as luck. Even a moment of slackness can lead to one's own destruction.

Hearing what Paul said, the representative of the Asian Fleet couldn't help but frown and asked, "Were they wiped out by the Trisolarans? Just because of that detector?"

Not to mention him, even if the scientists from Fleet International came, they would think Paul was talking nonsense. Their star-class battleships are hundreds of thousands of times larger than that probe.

How could it possibly lose to a tiny three-body probe?

"Well, you are no match for the Trisolarans. You never were."

As soon as the words fell, the entire conference room was filled with angry noises. After all, they were hot-blooded soldiers, and they could not bear such an insult from Paul.

The co-chairman who presided over the meeting was also quite dissatisfied and asked Paul: "Do you mean that we should send the Asian fleet as well to destroy the Trisolaran probe?"

Paul shook his head: "It's useless to send out any more warships. This battle is doomed to fail. Letting the Asian fleet return to Earth can actually preserve some of its strength."

This calm but extremely harsh ridicule immediately made an officer present slam his desk and shout in dissatisfaction: "You mean to say that all the efforts made by mankind in the past two hundred years are in vain."

"The warships and soldiers of Fleet International are all dispensable garbage? This is a pathetic nihilism, even more shameful than escapism."

Paul really wanted to nod and say that their efforts were indeed meaningless. The only meaningful point was probably that they delayed some time, allowing human civilization to survive to the present day.

As long as you are alive, there will always be a turning point.

But before Paul could finish his words, he was ruthlessly interrupted by the co-chairman: "Enough!"

"Mr. Paul, I must remind you, the Universal Corporation, that no matter where you come from, human civilization will never succumb to the Trisolarans."

"Your vicious remarks will not dampen our resolve to fight the Trisolarans, and the combined fleet will not give up its advance because of your curse."

No one thought that more than a thousand warships would be unable to defeat the Trisolaran water drops, and no one thought that Fleet International would be vulnerable to the Trisolaran civilization.

This is a department that has gathered the strongest scientific and technological power and armed forces of mankind. If they are no match for the Trisolarans, then human civilization will fall into a dark age.

Never be able to turn over again!

Facing the resentful looks from many congressmen and military officers, Paul's expression became increasingly calm. He knew that these people were just holding on. The strength and terror of the Trisolarans had already broken their hearts into pieces.

Without false self-confidence and arrogance as glue, they would collapse and commit suicide at any moment.

But humans cannot live in false fantasies and escape reality. If they do not actively fight for survival, humans will never be able to make progress, let alone be a match for the Three-Body Civilization.

"The development of things will not change because of your subjective assumptions. It won't be long before time proves that I am right."

Seeing Paul's firm and resolute look, the commander-in-chief of the Asian fleet thought of Zhang Beihai. He and Paul at this moment were also so determined that humanity would be defeated.

"Are you also escapists? Do you also think that running away is the only way to survive?"

"No, we believe that humanity will win, but the final victory can only be achieved under the leadership of the world giant corporation."

Paul took the opportunity to express his position and proposed the new regime of Global Giant to give these people a new choice.

There can only be one core regime that can lead human civilization forward. It is impossible for Fleet International and Earth International to exist at the same time. Only by clenching five fingers into a fist can we exert the most powerful force on the outside world.

"However, you haven't learned enough lessons yet. In fact, humans have never learned any lessons. Only by having the highest respect for survival can you have a chance to survive."

"But you obviously underestimated the difficulty of survival, especially when facing a dying race, the Trisolarians. You didn't have enough vigilance against them."

Paul's words stung the officers and congressmen of the Joint Conference one after another. After that, Paul didn't care what these people thought. He turned around and left after saying this.

He has done everything he can. Now all he has to do is wait for Fleet International to be defeated and collapse, and for the Universal Corporation to step forward as the savior who turns the tide.

There is no point in continuing to stay here and waste time, arguing with these idiots. Let the painful reality wake up these giant cosmic babies sleeping in their dreams.

(End of this chapter)