The setting sun has completely submerged into the distant horizon of the city, and the sky is darkening rapidly.

The electronic lights are automatically turned on, and the iron rosewood desk and brown leather sofa exude a delicate luster under the soft light. The thick cashmere carpet under your feet is soft in texture and solemn in color, making the study peaceful and quiet.

The reporter was in a daze for a moment.

When he asked the question about Li Fu's death, he did not expect to get a positive answer.

In the eyes of both himself and many historians, this legend is more like many anecdotes handed down in human history, just some boring human hearsay and false rumors.

When I asked this question casually, most of them were curious, and some wanted to finalize this absurd but widely circulated rumor.

However, he never dreamed that this would actually be true.

How can a person be angered to death? This question is difficult for people to figure out.

He is not Li Fu, he does not have the paranoia and madness of the survivor of the Nademik dynasty, nor does he look at the faintly smiling Hastings on the blazing battleship and despair in the explosion.

Since William III announced his surrender, the war has actually ended. The subsequent battles have no impact on the overall situation at all. They are just the stubborn resistance of some small Western countries.

It lasted ten days from the outbreak of the Battle of Ludreit on March 28 to the capture of William III on April 8. During these ten days, the entire war situation was like a rolling train that went from heaven to earth.

Ten days ago, Western York was aggressive and had the momentum to dominate the world. Ten days later, the Fiji League successively annihilated the two main forces of Western York, the south and the north, and captured Sober and William III, establishing a victory.

Later generations will call those dazzling ten days the Ten Days of Victory.

The capture of William III and the death of Li Fut were the last notes of the "Ten Days of Victory", the final movement of that war.

"History" is always dazzling. The drama of the facts that people unearth afterwards far exceeds even dramas, movies and the most absurd and imaginative novels.

The reporter originally thought that the heavy note was the fire and explosion of Li Fo's flagship, but he did not expect that the note was so strange and low, like a long sigh.

"Without sacrifice, there is no victory."

When Lever and the officers of his group regarded Hastings's famous saying as a guideline and let countless passionate and impulsive soldiers follow them on the road of no return to militarism, no one thought that "this sentence would become their

The last portrayal! However, this time, Li Fu became the victim of seducing William III. And the victory belongs to Hastings and Tian Xingjian.

For a time, everything that happened in that era and all the characters appeared in the reporter's mind one by one.

Hastings, Tian Xingjian, Sober, Lever, Hamilton, Russell, McKinley, Flavio, William III, Nicholas V——

They may be wise and calm, or cunning, extraordinary, talented, ambitious, loyal and fearless, or perseverant. Everyone's face is so clear and vivid.

It was a war-torn era. An era that belonged to them.

No matter what their goals were, no matter whether they represented justice or not, they all left their voices, their footprints, their ideals, their blood, their joys and sorrows in that era.

Each of them is a note of that era. Their lives are completely burning for that era.

And with Li Fo's dramatic death, that vast era has been condensed into a stage play with changing lights, gorgeous scenery, and ups and downs of plot, and it has come to an end.

All the grievances and hatreds, and the smoke of gunfire that filled the sky, turned into that long sigh and gradually faded away.

The reporter sighed and closed the notebook.

"Would you like another cup of coffee?" Macchia picked up the coffee pot and refilled the cup for the reporter.

"I've already drunk a lot. I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight if I drink any more." The reporter said with a smile. But he thought to himself, "If I really can't sleep at night, maybe it won't be because of the coffee. How am I feeling today?"

"I'm so lucky to have the opportunity to listen to Marshal Macchia, who personally experienced that war, tell about the past, and to be so close to history."

"Last question." The reporter took the coffee and looked at Macchia with bright eyes.

"Oh?" The old man smoked his pipe and said with a smile: "You have a lot of questions. Are you going to let me shake them all off at once?"

"Of course!" the reporter smiled: "This is the only personal interview you have accepted in so many years. If I don't seize this opportunity, I'm afraid I will be fired by my boss who is waiting for me in the office as soon as I walk out of this door.

.”

"This is a big deal." The old man smiled and said seriously: "If you ask, you will tell me everything you know."

"The last question actually only has two words...the reporter looked directly into the old man's eyes and said nervously: "Earth!"

Macchia smoked his pipe and remained silent. March 206-4.

The starry sky has returned to calm.

Everyone stared with bated breath at the West York flagship, which was covered with bandit mechas.

Around the flagship, hundreds of Western warships were scattered. Some warships had their doors broken open, some had their tail thrusters destroyed, and some had their hulls completely destroyed, even the ships.

Half of the bridge was demolished.

In the void, the wreckage of the Western Judgment is floating everywhere. Two or three hours ago, these Western super mechas were arrogant, but now, they are in a desolate shape. In addition to more than two thousand mechas that were destroyed, the remaining ones

Under the watchful eye of the bandit mecha warriors, the Adjudicator released the mecha from combat mode, shut down its engine, and raised its hands to surrender.

To be honest, from the time when the bandit army of twenty ships appeared behind Sobol's [Central] command cluster at the end of the world, there was no suspense in the battle. Tens of thousands of fighter planes and more than ten thousand vehicles, running rampant, if it were placed

The place far away from the fleet may be just a living target for the bombardment of the Sobor fleet. Even the command group's oil skin can't be hurt. But when the fighter jets roared into the West York fleet first, the mecha followed closely and boarded a ship.

"When the hull of a Western battleship was removed," the entire battle situation was completely one-sided and massacred.

All the West York warships that resisted were mercilessly destroyed by the bandit army. Even an entire armored division's arbiter tried his best, but tens of thousands of fighter planes and more than three armored divisions of the twelfth generation of bandits were running rampant.

opponent.

On the observation boat, the cheers had gradually stopped.

Harriman turned his head. Behind him, the arrogant Westerners were all dejected and pale. The middle-aged reporter who received a punch from him looked dull and muttered something. And the female reporter was also completely

The arrogance he had before was gone. The blood on his face had completely faded. Two lines of tears rolled down his white lips.

Harriman turned around and looked at each other with Berg and Ren Shang. The three passionate young people laughed loudly, slapped each other hard, and hugged each other tightly!

An edge-piercing plane flew out of the West York flagship, passing through the still burning battleships, the wreckage scattered in the starry sky, the flying bandit fighter planes and countless demonic, rampant, mecha groups, entering, Hamilton, taro

.

When Sobol, escorted by two bandit officers and four heavily armed bandit soldiers, walked through the passage and walked into the room, the first thing he saw was Hess lying quietly on the hospital bed.

Tingsi and Tian Xingjian sitting on the bedside.

"How many times have we met?" Looking at Sobol standing quietly at the door, Hastings did not ridicule the defeated general who was neatly dressed and still raised his chin slightly. He smiled lightly and said,

Eye gesture: "Please sit down."

Sobel stared at Hastings, then looked at the fat man carefully, then walked to the chair next to the hospital bed and sat down.

"What are you looking at? Not convinced?" The graceless fat man rolled his eyes and groaned in his heart. Only Hastings had such good graces to invite this life-and-death enemy to ask questions. If it were him,

"The fucking mace has been waiting for you for a long time!"

"You won." Sobol sat down and said calmly, "Do you have anything you need to tell me? Or is it just the winner's humiliation of the loser?"

Hastings laughed. He nodded unceremoniously and said: "If we look at our personal grudges," I did win. Thirty years ago, I defeated your father, and now, I am fighting with your father again.

I had the last laugh in the battle. I don’t want to be hypocritical and say that I don’t care, or say some polite words that are similar to regret. For me, as long as I can defend my motherland, I should be happy. This has nothing to do with style.”

As he spoke, the old man seemed a little tired and paused slightly before continuing: "However, the war is over for you and me. Your military talent is far better than mine. If you can calm down, maybe this

This war will have a different ending. I can win, not because my military attainments are better than yours. But because I know that your desire for revenge is too strong and you need an outlet."

Vent...Sobol chewed these three words in silence for a long time, and then said slowly: "A very wonderful psychological tactic."

"Since the outbreak of the war, you have been standing by and watching, letting me have no hope of confronting you. In that invisible psychological battle, I can only wait calmly. Because I know that facing an opponent like you, I

If there is even a slight gap in your psychology, you will suffer a disastrous defeat.

Therefore, at that time, it was the time when we won victory on all fronts in Western York."

"Then, you used the southeastern star field as the battlefield and issued a challenge. That was my last chance. I would seize it no matter what. At least before the battle in the Double Star Corridor, I still maintained my peak condition and was not affected by it.

A little external influence, so be careful."

"But I didn't expect that the Battle of Twin Stars would end in that way. The wish seemed to be fulfilled, but there was no hearty feeling. There was only fatigue and emptiness. My energy had disappeared. The sudden fulfillment of my wish made me feel sad.

I suddenly lost my purpose and thirty years of careful self-discipline."

Sobol spoke slowly, thinking as he spoke. This narration, which was almost like jumping out of the body to observe himself, made him suddenly connect everything before and after, and he suddenly understood. He smiled bitterly: "And when I discovered, I

When I was being plotted against me unknowingly, I let my anger blind my reason. Looking back now, at that moment, I seem to have returned to thirty years ago."

He looked up at the ceiling, his eyes as dim as fire." His voice was full of bitterness: "A teenage boy must always remind himself to remain rational and calm in the face of all humiliations. He must wrap himself in

Under the mature shell, "he moved forward alone and with difficulty towards a goal that almost no one believed he could achieve - everything he experienced was not as exciting as the legend said."

"The seeds of failure were planted thirty years ago. The humiliation and anger that have been accumulated for thirty years but have been suppressed hard, once a hole is opened, it can no longer be stopped." Sober said lowly.

He looked at the pale Hastings and the fat man with a simple face, and slightly cracked the corner of his mouth with a smile: "I lost, and I am convinced. But" I will not feel humiliated. Because I am a person, and you are

two!"

Hastings smiled slightly, while the fat man drooped his eyelids, looking a little embarrassed.

He knew that "if Sobol is given another chance, he may really not be able to defeat this guy who can dissect himself."

"None of this is important anymore." Hastings said, "General Sobol, of course I don't invite you here to humiliate you. I just have a question that I need to ask you."

"Excuse me." Sobol said calmly.

"Before asking this question, I would like to ask first, doesn't the general find it strange?" Hastings said with a smile: "Why are there only countless empty cities left in the capital star of Lere?"

Sobol's eyes narrowed slightly.
To be continued...