Interstellar leader

Jonathan froze.Not only him, but the three people present were all frightened and remained motionless. They just froze in place, watching helplessly as this tall young man took off the experimental glasses that covered half of his face, threw them aside, There was a crisp cracking sound.

"Ai... Isaac Lancelot." The imperial nobleman's legs had weakened from fright, and he fell to the ground. He was chanting his name tremblingly, and the scientific research team leader had already passed out.

Jonathan regained his composure in this short period of time. He pointed the laser gun in his hand at Li Qing's forehead, and held his right wrist with his left hand to prevent the slightly trembling fingers from affecting the stability of the gun. "How did you get here?"

"This is beyond the scope of my answer, Jonathan." The black-haired young man hung one hand on his side, and put the other in the wide pocket of his white lab coat, as if he didn't see a gun pointed at him , With a confident smile on his face, he got closer and closer.

"Take your hand out! What did you bring?!" Jonathan's voice was trembling with fear, and his fingers clasped the gun even tighter.Li Qing smiled, and slowly pulled out his right hand from his pocket. "Jonathan, you are afraid, you have already lost, and there is nothing in it."

"You never come here without preparation." Jonathan yelled, "Get the stuff out!"

As soon as the words were finished, Li Qing had already pulled out his right hand. He spread his slender and strong fingers, and there was nothing in his palm.He didn't carry any weapons.

Jonathan's mind was blank, and he fired instinctively. The scorching laser shot out from the muzzle of the gun. In the blink of an eye, he seemed to be able to see Lancelot, the nightmare of the empire, and the myth of the Republic. That handsome face was scorched by high temperature, and his brilliant brain was pierced by laser——

But no.The next second, the sound of metal being cut by laser came from the wall, and he was shocked to see that the laser shot from his gun muzzle suddenly bent [-] degrees in front of Li Qing, and shot towards the metal wall of the control room.

"You..." Jonathan was speechless, his fingers trembling, and it took a lot of effort to keep the gun from falling.He watched Li Qing approaching in horror, the laser beam was like seeing a natural enemy, unable to get within two meters around him.

"But you are right, Jonathan, I am always prepared." The young man stood still in front of him.The marshal shouted: "Where's the automatic defense system? Start! Start!" He shouted for a while, but the defense system that could recognize his voiceprint did not respond for a long time.He finally stopped shouting and looked at the young man in front of him in horror.

"It can't be started." Li Qing waved his hand, and the deputy and the unconscious research team leader seemed to be pulled by some force, and were dragged into a compartment of this control room. The door slammed shut, and the smart lock issued " beep" sound.He stretched out his hand, snatched the gun from Jonathan's hand, and lightly kneaded the hard body of the gun, which was said to never deform.

"A peaceful and friendly conversation doesn't need this, Jonathan. I think you should have a cup of tea and a snack. You should remember my preferences."

Jonathan watched angrily as the young man walked gracefully and calmly to the sofa and sat down, as if this was his living room instead of a dangerous enemy base camp. "Preferences? Of course!" The marshal said through gritted teeth, "Of course I remember your traitor's preferences, because I once entertained you in my own home."

"I'm honored to hear you call me that - a traitor, which shows that my spy work is so good that you still think I was a member of the Empire. Of course I am not a traitor, because I have never served the Empire. "

"We lost." Jonathan said, his eyes still shining with anger and unyielding light. "I admit defeat. What are you going to do now? You can kill me and end this war, because you are extremely powerful and mysterious, and we are like lambs to be slaughtered in front of you. What are you talking to me about?"

"No, Jonathan, you haven't given up yet." Li Qing looked directly into the eyes of the Marshal of the Empire, and he saw strength and loyalty in it, and the emotion of seeing death as home became stronger and stronger.He laughed. "Jonathan, who do you think you are? A martyr who died for the empire? That's right, the empire will indeed consider you a loyal and noble warrior, and the history books of the empire will also record you as such--to defend Casta to the death, to fight against the evil and powerful Under the torture of Lancelot, you still haven't yielded?"

"But there will be no history books of the empire, Jonathan. Hundreds of years later, students will write in class: Jonathan, the former marshal of the empire, is a foolish loyalist, a poor man who was sacrificed by the feudal system. concentrated expression."

Li Qing stood up and looked down at him condescendingly. "And you, indeed."

Jonathan felt that he looked very arrogant, but he was justifiably arrogant. It seemed that he should have stood high above history, lowering his head and casting sympathetic eyes on the poor people who were overwhelmed by the times.Jonathan's pupils locked imperceptibly, and he clenched the corner of his clothes with his wrinkled fingers.

"Jonathan, you have been in the empire for so many years, haven't you seen that its interior has long been rotten? Corruption, exploitation, oppression, strict hierarchy... The economy was facing collapse before the war, and it can only continue to squeeze the poor from the outer galaxies The last bit of blood is used to supply the imperial capital, dare you say you didn’t see it?”

"The duty of a soldier is to defend the country, not to intervene in politics—"

"That's not a soldier, that's a killing machine." Li Qing interrupted him resolutely. "The quality that makes a man a man, not an animal, is independent thought, and you give up that only because the consequences of that thought terrify you. You don't want to be called a traitor, you just want to be a tragic hero, and I'm right ?"

"Yes, we lost, and we are going to perish, so what!" Jonathan growled in despair, "It's just because of a foolish king, that self-righteous K. clone! The current majesty can make the right decision , if you stay in the empire, won't it last another millennium?"

"Me?" Li Qing pointed at himself, with a surprised smile on his face, as if he was well entertained by this passage. "Jonathan, you think too much of me. I can't make this rotten regime last for a thousand years. You still don't understand what I mean. What if it lasts for another 100 years? After that, it will still be destroyed by the times. Crushed to pieces, even more bloody and violent. It's always going to die, Jonathan, and that's the right way."

"What do you want me to do?" the Imperial Marshal asked in a trembling whisper.

"surrender."

"Unconditional?" Jonathan felt like his stomach was full of cold stones.

Li Qing walked in front of him, and at some point there was an extra optical computer in his hand. "Of course, we will treat prisoners properly in accordance with the Star Wars Convention."

"I refuse to surrender." Jonathan finally plucked up the courage to say such a sentence.At this time, they had been besieged by the Third Army of the Republic for a day, and the order from the imperial capital was to defend to the death.The emperor didn't say how long he would stay there, because there was no way for the higher-ups to mobilize more manpower.

The current situation has no solution, and Jonathan's subordinates are distracted, and he is beginning to waver. As long as the young man in front of him persuades him a little more, it will be the last straw that breaks the camel's back. He will become the first, He was also the last marshal to surrender without resistance.

He sincerely hoped that Lancelot would get impatient and snap his neck before he changed his mind.In this way, he can die as expected.But he knew that this young man would not, he had already seen his true nature.He is not an iron-blooded soldier who advocates violence, but a thoughtful scholar. What he lacks most is patience and strategy.

Sure enough, Li Qing was not furious. He said in a gentle tone: "You will surrender, Jonathan. If you plan to fight to the end, please don't involve your subordinates. Maybe they don't want to fight and just want to go home. They Their parents don’t intend to defend the imperial power, the gray-haired old man is looking forward to their return home in the empty house, most of their children are underage, and their wives or husbands don’t want to lose their partners..."

He paused and saw Jonathan's eyes darken. "Think about your grandson, Jonathan, I remember your son died in battle, he probably doesn't want to lose all his relatives, he would rather go to prison to visit his grandfather often, than you die here, being called foolish loyalty by the history books general."

Jonathan raised his head abruptly, and Li Qing continued to speak calmly: "His name is Avery, right, I still remember him. He is really a smart boy, very talented. If you surrender, although you will still go to a military prison , but the sentence will be commuted, and the Republic will not treat your family members badly. When you come out of prison, you may see him grow into an excellent aerospace engineer."

Having said that, he approached Jonathan and knelt down in front of him.The young man handed him the optical brain in his hand, the camera was facing the Marshal of the Empire, and a video conference was going on on the optical brain, and the top leaders of the Republic were waiting for Jonathan's reply hundreds of light years away.

"Jonathan, the king is not worthy of you." Li Qing said softly and sincerely: "Fight for what is true and right, for the children and the future."

The Imperial Marshal supported the optical brain with trembling hands, opened his mouth, but did not speak.He coughed a few times, and the sound was like an old bellows. "You have won, Lancelot." He said with difficulty.

"I, Robert Jonathan, Earl of the Windsor Empire, Marshal of the National Defense Forces, and Supreme Commander of the Casta Field, on behalf of all officers and soldiers of the Seventh Army's Ground Forces and Aerospace Forces, renounce the right to resist and submit an unconditional request to the Defense Forces of the Kepler Republic. surrender."

"Thank you, Jonathan." Li Qing closed his brain and thanked him politely.

The Marshal of the Empire didn't speak. He looked at the fighter jets in the monitoring system that immediately began to gather and descend. They were so urgent that they didn't even hesitate.He knew Lancelot had been right again, and his soldiers and officers didn't want another hopeless war.He stood up, slowly took off his epaulets, and walked out in a calm.

Another battle is over.