Gundam 00: Rise of China

After all the things that needed to be discussed had been discussed in private, undisclosed places.

Finally, today's main event, a celebration that many in the gravity community have been eagerly anticipating, is about to begin.

The post-war award ceremony in Taliban was held on the central terrace of the presidential residence.

The cool sea breeze, carrying a salty warmth, swept over the railing that day, and the altar, covered with a deep red velvet carpet, shone brightly in the sunlight.

The area around the platform was already packed with Taliban military and government officials and journalists from various countries who had secured good spots.

Of course, the streets outside the official residence were also packed with enthusiastic people who had come spontaneously, creating a lively and bustling scene.

Although the smoke of war still lingers throughout Taliban, it is for Wang Ye and others who helped their country achieve victory.

How could ordinary people, who are simple and unaware of much of the inside story, not feel grateful?

As the award ceremony approached, the newly appointed Taliban President Marcelo appeared solemnly before everyone, holding an open velvet wooden box in both hands and walking up to Wang Ye first.

Inside the box lay a gold medal engraved with the Taliban national emblem, next to which was a gold-embossed letter of appointment—Honorary Commander-in-Chief of the Taliban.

This is a move that aligns with the will of the people, but it ends there. Just as the title implies, Wang Ye only enjoys the highest level of courtesy in Taliban and does not have any real military power. It is clearly an honorary title.

"On behalf of the entire Taliban people, I hereby confer upon His Excellency the title of Honorary Commander-in-Chief."

As soon as Marcelo finished speaking over the loudspeaker, the audience erupted in a thunderous roar of cheers.

The shouts from the crowd grew louder and louder, even more enthusiastic than during the presidential inauguration. However, subtly, many officials appeared unusually unnatural amidst the shouts.

With a slight nod, Wang Ye accepted the medal and letter of appointment with both hands, then gave a barely perceptible glance at the entire room.

He took in Marcelo's smiling face and the complex emotions in his eyes, he took in the military and political personnel in the audience who had serious expressions but complicated emotions, and finally he took in the lovely people.

Regardless of how Wang Ye categorized these people into different classes, they all saw the same Wang Ye.

That was a pure white mask that covered most of Wang Ye's face, and his bright red military uniform looked even more solemn in the sunlight, his posture straight as a spear standing in front of the battle!

After receiving the medal and letter of appointment, Wang Ye did not give a long thank you speech. He simply said in a calm and low voice, "Thank you, Your Excellency the President," and that was the end of his part.

Even such a simple statement caused most of the Taliban officials in the front row to subconsciously hold their breath.

The crowd's cheers fell silent as Wang Ye spoke, only resuming when he stepped back.

Following closely behind were the commendations for the other participants.

Manekin was dressed in a crisp Moralian officer's uniform, his dark brown hair neatly pinned up at the back of his head.

As she stepped forward to receive the medal, her back was straight and her face wore an impeccable diplomatic smile. Only when Manekin's fingertips touched the coolness of the medal did her eyes quickly glance at the red figure beside her.

Based on the reactions of the people at the scene, she knew that the AEU's long-planned scheme in Taliban would ultimately have to rely on those around her to share in order to take away a piece of cake that was neither too big nor too small, and would have endless troubles in the future!

After Manekin's commendation, it was Piris's turn. The young girl wore a plain white dress, and her medium-length emerald green hair fell smoothly over her shoulders.

Upon hearing her name called, she stepped forward steadily, bowed slightly to accept the medal, her movements displaying the crispness and discipline of a soldier.

Piris, holding the medal, didn't show much expression, but as he stroked the medal, his eyes unconsciously followed Wang Ye beside him.

Then, looking at the crowd cheering for him, Piris, who had stepped back to Wang Ye's side, leaned closer to him.

Then came what was hailed as the most memorable moment of the day: the aloof girl, Piris, looked at Wang Ye and smiled faintly.

The photograph that captured Piris's smile later won numerous awards, but that's another story.

All people know now is that when Piris smiled, the atmosphere and cheers at the scene rivaled those when Wang Ye received his medal.

Just because of Piris's smiling face, and specifically, the smiling face he gave to Wang Ye...

Next in order are Anura, Patrick, and Sacher.

Anura accepted the medal with both hands, gave a solemn military salute, and stood motionless, his towering figure as steady as a ballast stone.

Patrick puffed out his chest, his chin slightly raised as he received the medal, a look of pride and self-satisfaction on his face, as if he were the one who had done the great work of defeating the Union fleet.

Saches casually raised his hand to take the medal box, twirled it a couple of times with his fingertips, and wore a nonchalant smile.

In his eyes, the lavish treatment he received was not as valuable as a satisfying battle on the battlefield, if not for the generous reward offered this time.

He wouldn't settle the bill until after the awards ceremony; he didn't even want to be there.

When the ceremony ended and a group photo was taken, the group of people, each with their own thoughts, naturally lined up in a row.

Wang Ye stood in the very center, his red military uniform and pure white mask making him stand out in the crowd, undoubtedly the focus of everyone's attention.

To his left was Piris, dressed in a white dress, with a cool and aloof demeanor; to his right was Manekin, in full military uniform, with a sharp and imposing presence. One was still, the other in motion, each with their own unique brilliance.

Further out, on the left is the burly Anura, on the right stands the flamboyant Patrick, and on the far side, leaning casually against the railing, Saches becomes the most outrageous element in the picture.

The six people had very different styles, but when they stood together, they strangely created a dazzling aura.

Seeing this, the reporters below the stage kept pressing their shutters, and the flashes almost created a sea of ​​stars.

Some people stared at the finished photos in the camera and couldn't help but whisper jokes to their colleagues.

"Look at this lineup: a legendary mercenary commander, a master tactician, and four ace pilots..."

"This isn't an award photo; it's like the Moralia team that came straight out of the Taliban battlefield."

"If the six of them debuted as a group and entered the entertainment industry, they would be able to compete with everyone in the industry right now, even if their acting skills are a little lacking."

"Hey, then nobody can even touch them."

"The Moralia Team? Interesting, I'll use that as the title."

Everyone who heard this nodded in agreement, feeling that Wang Ye and his friends could really debut.

This casual remark actually spread across major media outlets in the gravity world via the internet.

Those bosses who prioritize traffic and profits have all started using this title.

What no one could have imagined was that this Taliban war, which disrupted the balance of power among the three major forces, would end with such a group photo, becoming a topic of great public discussion.

However, this topic clearly displeased some people, such as on a remote, uninhabited island in the ocean.

The television broadcasting the awards ceremony was smashed.