An hour later, after everyone in the meeting room calmed down, someone proposed to go out for a final dinner, and everyone agreed to the proposal.

They went to the delicious and most frequented restaurant nearby. The lady boss greeted him and asked, "Is it about to surrender?" The congressmen shook their heads, but no one said anything.

They ordered their favorite set meal, and carefully asked the proprietress to cook the restaurant to the best level. The proprietress seemed to feel something and told them to feel relieved, saying that there is a shortage of supplies, but she would choose the best meat and fish as raw materials.

"Thank you, lady boss." Even the MPs who just cried and cried maintained their gentleman's attitude after going out.

After the food came, they all slowed down and tasted the food very carefully.

During the meeting, they did not discuss anything about surrender, and all topics were the same as before. They complained that their parents were too conservative in thinking and that their children were mischievous, but when they talked about these common things, they were unconsciously worried. Others talked about the cuteness of their wives and the cuteness of their pets, and they couldn't help but feel a little bit reluctant in their words. Only those who were diagnosed with a strange disease before, uncharacteristically stopped mentioning the treatment, but drank a drink in a calm manner.

In the end everyone drank, and someone got drunk, sitting on the chair and swaying to the music.

It was drunk until ten o'clock in the evening, and the congressmen gradually dispersed.

On the same night, on January 16, 2272, the acting president signed the resolution. The Minister of the Republic in charge of document affairs personally drafted the letter of surrender. He was surrounded by several literary subordinates.

They called up several large dictionaries on the screen in front of them, and carefully checked every word they wanted to use in the surrender book to ensure that they would not be interpreted in other meanings. For each word, they listed all the replaceable words on another screen, looked through the interpretation, comparison, and discussion one by one, and finally discussed the most suitable one. In the past, those commonly used words seemed to become unfamiliar and uncertain. Some of the most literary people in the country seemed to have all become preschool children overnight, unable to write even the most common sentences. They chewed up the words to an astonishing level. It took them fifteen hours to write a 300-word surrender book. On average, they could only write one sentence per hour.

On the afternoon of January 17, 2272, the lawmakers and the acting president opened the dictionary and looked it up for a long time after getting the draft. The change was beyond recognition. But the good news is that at ten o'clock that evening, it was finally finalized.

The two warring parties decided that the acting president of the Republic would give a speech on January 18 and sign written documents, video, audio and video backups.

However, on the night of January 17, some episodes occurred.

First of all, the three generals of the Republic did not initiate a coup at the same time without premeditating. They want to occupy the government and force the current president to step down and the current Congress to dissolve.

They turned off the lights and cut off communications, and the government building was completely dark and silent.

At three o'clock in the morning on January 18, the chief in charge of the security of the government building ordered to rush into the government building to rescue the hostages.

People from the police station and the army poured into the building from all directions. After a two-and-a-half-hour storm, 60 coup d’étatists were killed, but dozens of people who remained in the government that night were also killed. The Minister of Security was killed, and all three coup leaders were killed on the spot.

In addition, there are extremist people who seize the major media and voice their voices, calling on the people of the Republic to continue to fight.

There were so many incidents that the police station of Capital Star was so busy that everyone was so busy that even the reporters didn't know what to report.

...

In the chaos, at ten o'clock in the morning on January 18, 2272, the acting president of the Republic gave a speech as scheduled.

His voice is very small and low-pitched, so he can't hear clearly.

He said: "I, as the head of government and military commander of the Republic, hereby declare surrender to the alliance and neutral countries. The effective time is this moment. From 10 o'clock in the morning on January 18, 2272 in the Galactic Calendar, all troops in the Republic must be terminated. Military operations, stand-by in place... All starships, mechas, and weapons will be handed over to the alliance and neutral nations to dispose of them, and no one in the Republic can destroy them..." In the end, his voice was a little choked. He buried his head, and insisted on finishing the reading. He seemed to have spent a lot of effort when he said these words. Wu Qiao, who was watching the screen, even suspected that he was fainted because of his instability.

Wu Qiao felt that he was also a little pitiful-he was president for a week, and all he did was surrender.

At this point, everything is finally over.

Looking at the screen, Wu Qiao felt like a world away, and he couldn't even believe it.

From a rational point of view, he knew that the surrender of the Republic was bound to come, but by this day, he felt like he was dreaming.

After all, he has fought for ten years.

At first, when Tan Yan said that he had been fighting for ten years, he was very shocked. Now, he himself has fought for ten years.

And Tan Yan is twenty years old.

Tan Yan... Thinking of this name, Wu Qiao's chest was boiling.

Tan Yan is still outside the stars of the capital of the Republic. If the Republic did not formally surrender for a minute, he could not leave there for a minute. He must always be ready to stop the opponent's possible madness.

But, really, they can get tired of being together from now on...Although it has been so long, the days when they actually met can be counted. In the past, nine out of ten of the conversations between the two were related to war. Occasionally speaking about love, Wu Qiao will feel guilty. After all, in such a crisis and tense moment, he was still wasting time, not only wasting his own time, but also wasting the time of the marshal at the same time. This time... I can finally have no worries.

After the acting president of the Republic finished his surrender speech, a reporter interviewed Wu Qiao.

Wu Qiao was very rational and was not dazzled by victory. He said: "This is not an end. This is a pause. After tens or hundreds of years, the war will return. Please cherish the peace."

The reporter asked in astonishment: "What do you mean?"

Wu Qiao was a little tired in his eyes: "I mean... one day human beings exist, the possibility of war will exist one day, and the history of war will never have a final volume, although I hope it will."

"..."

Wu Qiao's frustrating remarks shocked everyone in the country.

At this moment of victory, Wu Qiao would even pour cold water.

However, this is indeed what Wu Qiao wants to say the most. He wanted to tell people, cherish the short-term peace, and don't naively think that there will be no chaos in the future.

He didn't understand why he thought that way.

Ten years ago, he wanted to change the world. At that time, in his imagination, he must have been energetic when he issued the declaration. He would say word by word loudly and forcefully: "All citizens of the empire, come and celebrate together. The day of peace has arrived!"

Why does he become like this now?

He is obviously still young, he is obviously full of vigor.

Suddenly, Wu Qiao felt that the descriptions in the past books about how bright the soldiers were when the war ended might be false. At this moment, there is no joy, pride, pride, pride in his heart... but more like a relief.

When he saw the Republic truly surrender, what he uttered was not a cheer, but a sigh.

——Sigh for those painful memories of the past.

People who have passed away will never come back.

After acknowledging the defeat, the soldiers of the Republic responded differently.

Some people choose to commit suicide, and even several collective suicides have occurred. Some people's suicide notes stated that the acting president and the Congress were traitors, and some people's suicide notes contained sad verses.

The most tragic one was the large-scale explosion of battleships. There were nearly a thousand starships participating in this self-detonation, and the flames reflected the entire sky into the color of Caixia. Before the explosion, all warships raised the flag of the Republic, which had been banned from rising to the top of the flagpole. In the history of war, this method of preferring jade to fragmentation is not uncommon. They chose to set this method as the final destination of the warships.

Originally, several generals should lead the warship to the "Allied Forces" to surrender. However, for several generals, this order is unacceptable. They were all soldiers, and they saw surrender as a shame in their bones, but the officer ordered them to do so.

As a result, they fought for the only time in their suspenseful career, in order to preserve their military spirit. They believe that it is better to die before surrender than to surrender. They let those who didn't want to accompany them to other ships, and then told those who stayed to detonate all the warships.

Several generals, Tan Yanquan, have heard of it. There was a man of extremely high quality, and Tan Yan, a general in the coalition that he highly regarded, had been defeated by him three times. Although all the battles were won in the end, Qu could not always gain an advantage from the part that the admiral was in charge of. Tan Yan originally thought he would definitely live to the end of the war, but no, he himself hadn't lost to anyone, but he was a soldier in a defeated country, and the shame would accompany him throughout his life.

In addition, some generals refused to lead the fleet to surrender, and the Republic had to temporarily replace the commanders of these fleets and let those willing to go up.

Finally, after the turbulent adjustments, the remaining fleet finally moved slowly, placed in a parade formation, out of the battle queue, thinking about the "Allied" direction. The battleship was moving very slowly, and the flag was not hoisted on it. It looked like a bereaved dog.

On both sides of the warships of the Republic, there are still warships of allied and neutral nations waiting to prevent any accidents.

When the Republican warship sailed into the temporary "base camp" of the coalition forces, the atmosphere instantly became very tense. The alliances and neutral countries were like enemies, and their eyes were fixed on those "enemies", and they were unwilling to let any of their subtleties. Actions.

The hatch of the battleship was finally opened.

The soldiers all walked out with their heads down. They knew that they were already weak. However, most ordinary soldiers curiously looked at the soldiers, battleships and mechas of the alliance and neutral countries. They had never observed each other at such close distance.

Many kind people in the alliance and neutral countries walked over and patted their shoulders and said, "At least, you are alive."

This sentence immediately eased the atmosphere a lot.

Yeah, at least, it's still alive.

Many soldiers of the Republic also shook hands with their outstretched hands. The two sides shook hands, slapped their shoulders, spoke quietly, and some even hugged them, because they were no longer enemies. Yes, it was an enemy a day ago, but it is not anymore. Since it's no longer an enemy, why can't you get in touch with the opponent?

Soldiers from both sides exchanged souvenirs, such as epaulettes, buttons, and handkerchiefs-they are not actually commemorating victory or defeat, but commemorating the escape from the dead.

They had passed by the **** of death, and now peace has come. As ordinary soldiers, why can't they smile at this?

After the transfer was completed, the generals handed over all the battleships, mechas, and weapons to the "Allied Forces" as agreed.

After confirming that he had received the power of the entire fleet, Tan Yan motioned to his subordinates, and there was a sound of artillery celebrating the victory over the sky.

One after another, it symbolizes a new beginning.

"Have you heard?" Tan Yan asked Wu Qiao from the communication device, "These cannon sounds."

"Well," Wu Qiao replied with a smile, "I heard it."

"The flames of war have gone out."

"……Yes."

Tan Yan said: "Tomorrow I will lead the team back."

"Me," Wu Qiao stammered suddenly, "I know."

"Hey..." Tan Yan's eyes were dark, "You move in and live with me, we won't use it to run back."

"……Oh."

"What does ‘oh’ mean?"

Wu Qiao said: "It means'good'."

Tan Yan smiled: "So perfunctory?"

"What you asked was very perfunctory."

"Okay, I'll ask again." Tan Yan thought for a while, then asked, "You can move over to live with me. Let me take care of you?"

"...Who wants you to take care of?" In Wu Qiao's heart, he was much better than Tan Yan. His clothes are always spotlessly washed and neatly folded. There was no mess in the room, everything was in order. His three meals are also very scientific. He strictly asks the robot to cook according to the recipe he made, and the amount is just right, not more than one bite. So, what does he need to take care of?

What he wants... is nothing more than the companionship of the other party.

Tan Yan no longer struggled with words over there. He moved to another topic and asked Wu Qiao: "Are you ready for the speech you will use tomorrow?"

"It's almost there." Tomorrow, when Tan Yan leads the team back, Wu Qiao will deliver a speech, both to celebrate the victory and to thank the soldiers; it is to the people and the soldiers, it is a combination of the two. .

Hearing this, Tan Yan suddenly chuckled: "In the past, you liked to give a speech the most, and you would definitely be there if you have the opportunity."

"..." Wu Qiao said, "I actually like it now."

"Vanity little guy." Tan Yan said casually.

"I……"

"Wu Qiao," Tan Yan looked at Wu Qiao with very gentle eyes, but he mentioned a place that Wu Qiao hadn't thought of. "Then, the wedding speech will be handed over to you."

"..." Wu Qiao was silent before asking Tan Yan, "Wedding speech...what should I say?" He really didn't understand these things. He used to talk about politics and wars, and the books he read were also about politics and wars. There has never been a sample of "wedding speech" stored in his brain.

"It's..." Tan Yan didn't really understand, but he guessed and said, "It's just about how the two love each other and help each other, and their determination to witness the storm and the rainbow together in the future? What you want to tell everyone about the two Everything will be explained slowly on that occasion."

"Then..." Wu Qiao seemed to be really worried, "Then I will make it very long."

"..."

"How long can the wedding speech be?" With so many things happening between him and Tan Yan, it seems a pity to delete which paragraph.

"I don't know..." Tan Yan thought for a while, "Forget it, just do it with you. Anyway, no matter how long you say, I don't dare anyone to have any opinion on the two of us."