Chapter 1818 The people on earth cannot bear the price of surrender.

Marshal Ferragut stood up and begged his benefactor in a sincere tone:

"You used to be a bureaucrat in the Governor's Mansion. When you were in politics in the Blue Star Community, the empire could already call you a traitor. However, it doesn't matter. Marshal Li and Marshal Luckner are both preparations for the imperial army.

Army, Marshal Cook also relied on his cooperation with the Gallo Chamber of Commerce to make his fortune. However, you have become

If you have successfully established this country, then you are not a traitor, but a revolutionary. Now, even if this country is destroyed, what kind of reputation will you leave if you change your stance again? You are the only leader of the War of Independence who is still alive.

Man, I hope your reputation will be passed down to posterity as a staunch patriot."

Prime Minister Konoe looked at Marshal Ferragut in surprise, feeling quite touched in his heart.

At first, he thought that this person was really crazy and actually wanted to betray his benefactor. This was very taboo in the political arena. Moreover, it was just for his own advancement, but actually

Is it for the sake of family and country justice? Don’t you think it’s hypocritical? Don’t you think it goes against the grain? Don’t you think it doesn’t match the style of painting?

You don’t even think about it, how can you be a hero with your fat head, big ears, greasy and corrupt appearance?

Of course, if you are considering the posthumous name of your benefactor, it is another matter.

Anyway, many people present, including Prime Minister Konoe, were very fond of this. They were all moved when they looked at Marshal Ferragu with a sincere face.

Who would refuse such a loyal old subordinate?

Of course, I am moved, but reality is still reality after all. It is inevitable that some people will whisper: "We will die, we will die, we will be vaporized by the cannons of the Imperial Army. We will die without any body parts, we will...

"

Marshal Ferragu stood up with a whoosh, raised his scepter and hit it on the table. There was only a "bump" sound, and the long table of yellow rosewood, which looked valuable at first sight, was smashed.

There was obvious deformation.

The marshal was a little embarrassed. He thought he could smash the table with one hammer.

However, this can probably show that Mr. Mao’s table is indeed of genuine value. It is hard to say whether it is a real huanghuali, but at least it is definitely made of solid wood. In addition, although Marshal Fei himself is not very satisfied, he still wields a hammer.

If you get up, you'll be beaten to death.

Sure enough, everyone present turned pale, including Vice President Hierro.

Marshal Ferragu ignored everyone's expressions and just said to Mao Yuanzuo: "Please think again, maybe we will die here... No, in fact, only I, a soldier, will die. You just need to stay in your mansion."

, it’s okay not to express any opinions. The resistance of the Earth-Moon Galaxy 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 posthumous reputation."

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

After all, what happened in New Asia and New Baghdad, and the corpses of the various unscrupulous dignitaries who were hanged on the gallows, are still floating around waiting to be dried.

Mao Yuanzuo looked at the marshal who slowly stopped talking, and showed a warm smile again: "Marshal, is your persistence just to make us suffer more? Or have you already seen the chance of winning the war?"

"...I, we really can't defend New Asia, we can't defend New Baghdad, and we can't defend the Earth. However, the effective strength of the community is still there, Marshal Bonaparte is still there, Yu Lian and Yang Xiyi are still there. If they are still there.

, we have hope. No, as long as it is him, he will always have a way to defeat the empire and rebuild the national defense system."

Everyone knows that the "he" in Marshal Ferragut's words refers to Yu Lian himself.

Before Mao Yuanzuo could speak, Vice President Hierro first let out a strange sneer: "Yu Lian? That Yu Lian? Hahaha, I didn't know, Marshal Ferragu, when you reached old age, you changed your family, but you recognized one

I’m almost old enough to be your grandson’s master!”

His voice seemed to be full of poison: "Don't even think about it, if he hadn't disobeyed the order of the National Defense Committee, would we be here today? If he had obeyed the order and transferred part of Said's fleet to the earth in advance

, will we have no soldiers to use? Marshal, you have been defeated thousands of miles since Xinya, isn't it because you have no soldiers in your hands?"

Even with soldiers, I cannot be the opponent of King Suliuka. The fall of New Atlanti was, of course, due to my incompetence. It would have been nice if I could have taken Chero by force in advance, but... this kind of invasion is like fire.

The operation is really difficult for me, old Paul! Marshal Ferragu wanted to say this, but when he looked at Vice President Hierro’s resentful expression, his face sank in disgust.

But he still remembered that when the Vice President triumphantly went to collect labor troops on the front line, when he chatted and laughed with Yu Lian, and when he pinned the medal on him, he still looked radiant.

"As you all know, I have known Yu Lian since the Navy Day. This young hero is my good friend, and he is incredibly powerful. We fought side by side with him in Said, and we defeated many enemies. In the future, I will

The earth, and him in Said, will have a very good chemical reaction. I can't wait to watch him continue to eliminate the invaders and drive the evil imperial invaders to the negotiating table! As for President Nishita? Of course, I also wish him the best.

All goes well with the diplomatic mission to the Alliance."

The above is what Vice President Hierro said in an interview with reporters after the Second Battle of Seder. He looked like he wanted to compete with President Nichita for the remaining company.

But at this time, Vice President Ye's handsome face turned into a twisted and ferocious one due to his viciousness. If his voters, who are mainly housewives, see this scene, they will definitely collapse.

Bar?

Marshal Ferragut sighed and suddenly felt that he was really free. Why should I spend time and energy defending such a person?

Vice President Hierro still felt that he had silenced the other party, and kept chattering: "At this time, you are saying good things about him, how loyal you are! But now he can hear you

Loyal? If it weren't for him, a respected senior like his uncle wouldn't have to sit here and think about the aftermath in humiliation. It would evolve.

So far, it's all his fault! The Dragon of Dawn, the God's Chosen Champion, is just an ambitious warlord! No, he is an ambitious but incompetent warlord! He has held back so many fleets, but he can't defend it.

Do you want to live on a small far shore? All our humiliations are due to him. Our only mistake is to reuse him. Ahhhhh..."

The Vice President made a vibrato, as if electromagnetic waves were dancing in the volume. This was when Marshal Ferragut raised the Marshal's Staff and stabbed the Vice President in the waist and eyes without hesitation.

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

He whimpered as hard as he could, rolled his eyes vigorously, fell to the ground and twitched a few more times, then lost consciousness.

Marshal Ferragut murmured: "Now I am taking action against the vice president, and the soldiers are taking action against the democratically elected deputy head of state. I am also a warlord, right?"

Probably because this unfolding was so shocking, everyone couldn't wrap their heads around it for a while. The banquet hall was silent for five seconds before someone finally let out a high-pitched scream, and the scene became chaotic.

Prime Minister Konoe held his head and murmured: "Why is this happening again?"

"This is not a warlord." Mao Yuanzuo was still the only one at the scene who remained calm and did not even move: "Your behavior does not constitute a crime of rebellion. It is at most a form of mental illness. Hahaha, I can tell you

The courts determined that."

Marshal Ferragut looked at the other party calmly.

At this time, there was a sudden sound at the main entrance of Yangguan outside the banquet hall. First there was a row of dense footsteps, followed by loud shouts, and then there was a row of gunshots. Arrogant

The shouts suddenly turned into embarrassment.

Then, the door of the conference room opened, and several figures came in. They were half a platoon of soldiers. Although they were not wearing mechas, they all had powered bulletproof suits hidden in their uniforms and were holding electromagnetic rifles.

Half of them formed a barrier to guard Marshal Ferragut, 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 very cold, or in other words, a bit too cold. Although their tactical movements were precise, they were always somewhat mechanized, as if they were more rigid than robots.

Anyone familiar with psychology can guess that these soldiers are actually under considerable mental pressure. They are clearly using meticulous tactical movements and strict expression management to cover up their panic.

After all, they are all ordinary people. When they were in the army, they probably never thought that one day they would be able to point a gun at these high-ranking big shots. If it were in the past, anyone here could easily crush them.

Their whole family, young and old.

However, the screams and running away of the big shots came to an abrupt end. They sat back on their chairs, all silent, and behaved no more decently than any of the poor people at the bottom.

Although the soldiers were still fearful, they were suppressing a trace of joy that they were not even aware of.

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

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Marshal Ferragu was frightened after hearing this. He has known Mao Yuanzuo for almost fifty years and has been a guest at Mao Mansion no less than a hundred times. He is quite familiar with the situation here. He knows that the concierge, gardener and security captain are all in the second ring.

The old butler was a three-ring star. He even knew each of their star rings, their usual techniques and weapons, and took targeted measures.

The marshal knew very well that psykers were all extraordinary beings who could defeat a thousand people on horseback, but those below the fourth ring were still somewhat human. Ordinary soldiers who were well-equipped and well-trained could inflict damage on them.

Please collect the book!

On the battlefield, there are actually many examples of ordinary psychics being killed by ordinary people's small weapons.

In addition to his own guard company, the soldiers who followed him to attack Mao Mansion also had two companies of mecha-equipped marines. In addition, the four sniper teams responsible for fire support on the periphery were enough to suppress an empire.

Armored company.

Although the Eternal City has its own garrison, this is a special period after all. The defense of the Earth-Moon Galaxy is entirely the responsibility of Marshal Ferragut. It is also very easy for him to mobilize troops near the Eternal City.

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They immediately launched a brazen sneak attack and achieved huge results.

The gardener and concierge were shot dead by snipers immediately, and the security captain was also seriously injured. After a fierce battle, he was beaten to a pulp by random gunfire.

But even after achieving this, one platoon of soldiers died in the battle. 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 turned into a evil star and killed several soldiers, he was hit several times with an anti-materiel sniper rifle, but he was still seriously injured. He bounced off the ground as if he had stepped on a rocket and flew away.

After entering the walled city, he jumped several times in succession and then got far away.

...Okay, this is actually just a small mistake.

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

Marshal Ferragut didn't care about the former. He was not here to stage a military coup, let alone think about eradicating the roots. However, the latter gave him some doubts.

“What do you mean inaccessible?”

"It's completely sealed and the door can't be opened. It must be some kind of psychic effect. We're trying to open it."
To be continued...