Yellow thunder shuttled between the ships, and the greater mobility and defense gave Lear the confidence to do something that ordinary Zagu would not dare to do.

If the anti-aircraft cannon of the Federation warship is not a big threat to Zagu's super tensile steel armor, then it is useless against Thunderlight's Luna titanium armor, as long as he doesn't stupidly hit the Mega particle cannon barrel, Thunderlight is simply as invincible as opening the lock blood plug-in.

After all, it is a body made of gold, and as the most exaggerated type of Krypton player, Lear uses Kryptonite items that ordinary players can't afford to use like cheating.

If you charge money, you will definitely be able to become stronger, and the real world is such a materialistic and objective world.

That's probably what it means, comprehend the spirit.

After using Zagu's machine gun to destroy several anti-aircraft guns on the Portland, which also belonged to the direction of 2 o'clock, and the Seleucus farther away, Lei Guang succeeded in opening a small gap in the anti-aircraft fire network, and Lear seized the moment to break into the vicinity of the Seleucus.

Looking at the panicked federal officers and soldiers on the bridge displayed on the optical device, Lear felt a trace of unbearability in his heart, but he quickly hid this feeling, and had no spare strength to sympathize with his opponent on the battlefield.

Whatever the reason for both sides to go to war, whether they really want to fight or not, there is no point in thinking about it now.

Not long ago, Lear had been naïve with the idea that he might be able to stay alone, but Gabriski's missile woke him up completely, he wasn't the kind of genius who could handle the battle with ease, he was just a mortal, and it was already difficult to save his life.

Now all he can promise himself is not to torture and kill, and to avoid harming civilians as much as possible.

I'm sorry.

The other party can't hear it, and in the end, this apology is just a self-satisfaction to make one's conscience a little calmer.

Although he felt that it was a hypocritical thing to apologize to the person who was about to be killed by him, he couldn't help but say it silently.

In history, those who were very good at killing, those emperors and generals who were able to commit atrocities on the battlefield and even against civilians, slaughtering millions or tens of millions of people, what kind of mood did they start?

I don't feel anything, and I don't treat other people as human beings at all?

Or even feel the pleasure of killing?

I actually want you to write this information down and pass it down to strategy and tactics, but I feel very uncomfortable killing less than one of your people, considering that in the future, I will kill more people, whether they are killed by my own hands or under my orders.

What kind of person will I become?

Whether I like to kill people or I am numb to killing, I don't want it, just be an ordinary person emotionally.

In that case, I will definitely forget my original intention.

One day, he will become the most despicable bastard who tramples on his ideals in order to maintain power.

Lei Guang dodged the anti-aircraft gun bullets fired at him, and then detoured to the rear of the Seleucus at a large angle, aiming, shooting, and doing it all in one go, which is really worthy of the heroes in MS.

Lear pulls the trigger and puts the matter of finding a way to maintain his mental health on the agenda.

The nuclear bomb hit the Seleucus's main thruster, and the energy that came out of nowhere tore through the pipes, and then tore the back half of the battleship to shreds.

No one would have thought that the battleship was still saved, but finally, perhaps fortunately, this attack was not directly hit to the core like the Calcutta, Seleucus did not break into a few knots like it, and a considerable number of the federal officers and soldiers in the battleship still survived, and after a few minutes, some of the federal officers and soldiers in the lifeboat escaped from the Seleucus.

Lear did not see this and continued to fight.

Twenty minutes into the battle, the Zeon Army, on the other side, had their first success, when the fast cruiser Strasbourg at ten o'clock was sunk by Jonny Lydon.

In the 32nd minute, in the process of transferring the Dominican and Port-au-Prince at six o'clock to the two wings, the Port-au-Prince was destroyed by the Iron Fist missile and all the batteries were destroyed, although it did not sink, but the Port-au-Prince had also lost its combat effectiveness.

Almost, Lear thought to himself when he saw this, the nuclear rocket artillery is about to be exhausted, and the anti-ship capability of his own MS can be described as extremely low without the nuclear rocket artillery, although he can fight with the Zagu machine gun and thermal axe, but the risk is much greater than shooting from a distance, no matter how insufficient the power of the federal anti-aircraft artillery is, there is still a certain threat at very close range, and there is a stupid person who is overconfident because he was too close when he flew and was destroyed by the anti-aircraft gun.

At this moment, the defense line of the Federation Army has also been completely torn apart, and half of the battleships have either lost their combat effectiveness, or simply sunk, and even can no longer maintain the box-shaped defense.

If it continues to fight, it will not be a good thing for both sides.

It's time to end, Lear thought to himself, and he fired a signal flare into the air to symbolize the truce, and the MS of the Zeon Army retreated to a position that was some distance away from the Union warship, but would not give the Union a chance, and they obeyed Lear's orders and did not continue to attack, but kept maneuvering to dodge.

At the same time, after signaling the armistice, Lear began to signal the Richelieu in Morse code to surrender.

Rear Admiral Douglas, who was stationed on the Richelieu, saw the strange halt of the Zeon attack, he did not know what was happening, but he took the opportunity to signal the remaining Federation warships to concentrate on the Richelieu.

At that moment, the yellow fuselage that had killed his best pilot and sunk the Richelieu suddenly moved to the front and fired a light signal at them.

Request, truce.

"General, the Zeon Army Commander asks for 。。。。。。" The signal soldier said nervously.

"I don't need you to translate, I can understand it myself!" Douglas said angrily.

Morse code as the most basic, the simplest and the most popular code, when those simple semi-automatic, fully automatic keys and even computer transcoding because of the existence of Minovsky particles can only be used under normal circumstances, Morse code can be sent with light signals, convenient and easy to use, suitable for various environments and other characteristics make it the second spring of the universe century, Douglas is an old sailor who has flown in the universe for a lifetime, this kind of code for him does not even need to be translated by the signal corps, Practice makes perfect enough to automatically translate it in your head, with little to no delay.

Despite the bad weather, Douglas, who still has a military backbone, ordered the main and anti-aircraft guns to stop firing, and he wanted to see what Zeon had to say.

Your army, already, lost, combat effectiveness.

Out of, humane, demanded, surrendered.

Surrender? What the are you 。。。。。。 Douglas instinctively wanted to scold, but he still forced to suppress the humiliation.

Indeed, the situation of the war is really unfavorable, this is an indisputable fact, and if we continue to fight, I am afraid that we will only end up in the annihilation of the whole army.

Douglas looked around the bridge, and in less than an hour, the ups and downs were as painful as if half a century had passed for these young men, even for himself.

The excitement that had been generated by a sense of honor, loyalty to the Federation, and anger at rebellion fell into an ice cave, and the fighting spirit gradually weakened with each sunken warship and every attack that did not achieve any effect, and although they still dutifully stuck to their combat posts, anyone could see that the defeat of the Federation Army was inevitable.

They're dead.

And at that moment, the yellow one sent another signal.

Your army, fighting, heroic, admire.

But, already, enough.

Worthy and loyal.

No need, sacrifice.

Prisoner, go home.

Douglas took a deep breath.

Even if you are an old guy like yourself, sinking with your beloved battleship is a good ending, at least it is much better than dying in bed because of illness.

But is it really good to let these young people who are still very young and have a bright future die with them?

The Fourth Fleet has not disgraced the Federation Space Force, and the battle is still persevering, and the reason why it has fallen into such a situation is entirely due to the dereliction of duty of its own command, and the boys have done a good enough job.

By the way, there is also the negligence of the intelligence services.

They should not have to pay for the mistakes of these old men of their own.

Fight to the death, or steal your life.

He couldn't help but resent the yellow one, maybe it would be easier to simply wipe out his fleet, at least he could only choose to fight to the end, until the death rested.

And now, the yellow one has put thousands of lives in his hands.

Forcing him to make a choice.