In the desolate mountains, a cold wind blows slowly through the woods.
At this moment, facing the black muzzle of the gun, Gilman's eyes were open and his expression was calm.
The Chief of Staff Bagman was extremely angry. He pulled the bolt of his gun and was about to execute Gilman. However, Bohan, who was sitting next to him, gently pulled his arm and said, "Don't kill him."
Bagman turned his head in confusion, but Boang said in a deep voice: "Kill him. None of the warriors following me will be able to walk out alive."
Bagman frowned, and many officers around him were also excited.
Boang swept his eyes across the faces of these people and said in a steady voice: "We have been defeated, and we should die as defeated soldiers."
Upon hearing this, everyone lowered their heads and fell silent.
Bagman's teeth were chattering and he was silent for a long time. He thought of his family members who he had sent away and his young subordinates. Finally, he slowly put down his pistol.
But his eyes still flashed with hatred as he stared at Gilman who was kneeling on the ground.
Because of the negotiations, the two sides have temporarily stopped fighting. The mountains and hills are immersed in a strange silence.
Boang sat in a wheelchair, looking at Gilman. His heart had gone from panic and anger at the beginning to calmness now.
Gilman was the first to break the atmosphere and said, "Dear Commander, I'm waiting for your news at the foot of the mountain."
Boang did not stop him, but nodded slowly. He understood the meaning of this sentence and also understood his impending end.
Gilman stood up, dragged his injured body, and limped down the mountain. At this moment, almost everyone was watching him leave, and everyone's eyes were filled with not only hatred, but also a complex emotion.
After Gilman disappeared, Boang turned around and said to Bagman, "Send the commanders of all levels over here, and we... can talk."
The dozen or so remaining officers came over silently and sat in front of Boang.
Og was also carried and sat next to Boang, listening to the final order with a gloomy face.
…
About half an hour later, under the orders of Bohan and the persuasion of officers such as Bagman, the remaining troops of less than two thousand people slowly laid down their weapons, raised their hands high and left the mountain road.
The soldiers at the foot of the mountain did not make things too difficult for them. They just strictly checked their belongings and put them in the prisoner-of-war area.
At this time, there were only a few dozen people left on the hillside, some of whom were officers who supported Boang. They all knew that even if they went down the mountain, they would not be able to survive.
The remaining part of the people were members of Boang's guard battalion. In the previous war, most of the soldiers in the guard battalion had died to protect their superiors, leaving only about twenty people.
But these people are all warriors who are absolutely loyal to Boang. For them, wherever the legion leader is, they are there.
At the same time, in a temporary command post at the foot of the mountain, Gilman was sitting on a big rock, smoking with a frown on his brow.
The adjutant walked over and asked in a low voice: "Captain, should we continue the attack?"
Gilman glanced at him and asked slowly, "Who are we attacking?"
The adjutant was stunned for a moment and did not answer.
…
On the mountain, Boang sat by a tree, looking at the beautiful Bana City Canal below. The flames had gone out, and the black river flowed quietly, reflecting the lights of the entire city.
Perhaps it was the first time that Boang saw the river from this angle. He couldn't help but sigh: "What a beautiful place..."
After thinking for a long time, Boang took a deep breath and shouted down the mountain again: "I know you are here, you can hear me, right?"
His voice echoed through the mountains, one after another, and was carried down the mountain by the cold wind.
The woods swayed gently, and only the whistling sound of the wind was heard in his ears. Boang waited for a long time, but there was no response from the man.
From the tree beside the cliff, a fallen leaf slid down the mountain and slowly floated to a mountain path below.
At this time, in a car parked on the mountain road, Bruna was sitting in the back seat without saying a word.
There were many soldiers around, protecting her safety in three layers inside and outside.
Hearing the sound echoing in the mountains, Bruna lowered her head, bit her lip, and said nothing.
After a while, Boang sat on the mountain, using up his last bit of strength, shouting out the words that had been buried deep in his heart for a long time in the cold wind: "My dear sister!! From the moment I killed Booker, I told myself that in the future, I would no longer be manipulated by anyone!! I am not a puppet, right? I was once used by the person I... trusted most. He kicked me to his opponent like kicking a ball! In his eyes, I am just a political bargaining chip... You may never understand that feeling. I failed, but I don't regret it! Listen to me, you are such a cowardly chief! Because you fell in love with a man, you gave him your city and your people with your own hands! This is really ridiculous! In this era, we are still a colonial government. Yes, District 1 is equally hateful, but they are more powerful, much more powerful than Dragon City. For puppets, we will get a lot of benefits, and we are not the only cannon fodder troops... It's a pity that you can't see that your eyes are blinded."
Boang was tired of shouting, and he took two breaths to recover and said, "Yes, I love you very much, but you are not suitable to be a chief! You sacrificed the dignity of everyone for your own happiness! You are too weak and can be bullied politically! One day, our nation will be slowly assimilated by the Chinese! Just like more than a hundred years ago...!"
Boang looked down the mountain, was silent for a while, and then said again: "My dear sister, I hope you can become strong and no longer be so cowardly. Well, I hope my death can make you feel at peace."
A cold breeze blew, and the sound continued to echo through the mountains, becoming smaller and smaller until it disappeared.
Boang slowly pulled out a sharp short blade from the armrest of the wheelchair. A final trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, and finally slowly turned into determination.
"puff!"
The short blade pierced the beating heart and nailed the legion commander's body to the wheelchair that accompanied him throughout his life.
“Kang kang kang!”
Gunshots rang out one after another, and the officers and soldiers who followed Boang all pulled the trigger and ended their lives.
After a while, the mountain returned to silence.
…
At the foot of the mountain, Bruna sat in the car with her head down, tears slowly streaming down her cheeks.
After a long silence, Bruna replied in a hoarse voice: "You are right... I don't have Tagu's military command ability, nor Booker's political foresight, nor your forbearance... But I survived!"
Bruna held back her tears, wiped her eyes, raised her head again, slowly looked towards the mountain, and replied softly: "I love you too, my brother."
After finishing speaking, Bruna's eyes became determined, and she turned to the driver in front of her and said, "Let's go."
"Yes, Your Excellency the Chief."
Under the protection of the soldiers, the car slowly left the mountain road.
Only the disabled young man was left, sitting in a wheelchair, forever gazing at the banks of the Bana City River.