The desolate mountains were swept by a cold wind.

At this moment, facing the dark gun muzzle, Gilman's eyes were open, his expression calm.

Chief of Staff Bagman was furious. He cocked the gun, ready to execute Gilman, but Bo Ang, sitting beside him, gently pulled his arm and said, "Don't kill him."

Bagman turned his head in confusion, but Bo Ang said in a deep voice, "If you kill him, none of the soldiers following me will walk out of here alive."

Bagman frowned, and many of the surrounding officers were also agitated.

Bo Ang's eyes swept across their faces, and he said in a steady voice, "We have been defeated, and we should die as defeated soldiers."

Hearing this, everyone lowered their heads and fell silent.

Bagman's teeth chattered. After a long silence, he thought of his family who he had sent away, and those young subordinates. Finally, he slowly lowered his pistol.

But his eyes still flashed with hatred, staring intently at Gilman kneeling on the ground.

Because of the negotiations, the two sides had temporarily ceased fighting. The mountains, above and below, were immersed in an eerie silence.

Bo Ang sat in his wheelchair, looking at Gilman. His heart had gone from initial panic and anger to the current calm.

Gilman took the initiative to break the atmosphere and said, "Respected Legion Commander, I will wait for your news at the foot of the mountain."

Bo Ang did not stop him, but slowly nodded. He understood the meaning of these words and knew his coming fate.

Gilman stood up, dragging his injured body, limping down the mountain. At that moment, almost everyone watched him leave. In everyone's eyes, there was not only hatred, but also a complex emotion.

After Gilman's figure disappeared, Bo Ang turned his head and said to Bagman, "Get the commanders of all levels here. Let's... talk."

The remaining dozen or so officers walked over in silence and sat around Bo Ang.

Auge was also carried over and sat beside Bo Ang, listening to the final orders with a gloomy expression.

...

About half an hour later, under Bo Ang's orders and the persuasion of Bagman and other officers, the remaining troops of less than two thousand slowly laid down their weapons and left the mountain road with their hands raised.

The soldiers at the foot of the mountain did not make things too difficult for them, but strictly checked their belongings and put them into the prisoner-of-war zone.

At this time, only a few dozen people remained on the hillside. Some of them were officers who supported Bo Ang. They all understood that even if they went down the mountain, they would not survive.

The remaining people were members of Bo Ang's guard battalion. In the previous war, most of the guards had sacrificed themselves to cover their commander, leaving only about twenty people.

But these people were all soldiers who were absolutely loyal to Bo Ang. For them, wherever the legion commander was, they would be.

At the same time, at a temporary command post at the foot of the mountain, Gilman sat on a large rock, frowning as he smoked a cigarette.

The adjutant walked over and whispered, "Commander, shall we continue the attack?"

Gilman glanced at him and slowly asked, "Who are we attacking?"

The adjutant was stunned for a moment and did not answer.

...

On the mountain, Bo Ang sat beside a tree, looking at the beautiful Bana City Canal below. The flames had been extinguished, and the black water flowed quietly, reflecting the lights of the entire city.

Perhaps it was the first time he had looked at the river from this angle. Bo Ang couldn't help but sigh, "What a beautiful place..."

After thinking for a long time, Bo Ang took a deep breath and shouted down the mountain, "I know you're here. You can hear me, right?"

His voice echoed through the mountains, one after another, carried by the cold wind to the foot of the mountain.

The forest swayed gently, and all that could be heard was the whistling of the wind. Bo Ang waited for a long time, but did not receive a response from that person.

On a tree by the cliff, a fallen leaf slid down the mountain and slowly floated to a mountain road below.

At this time, in a car parked on the mountain road, Bruna sat in the back seat without saying a word.

Many soldiers surrounded her, protecting her safety.

Hearing the echoing voice in the mountains, Bruna lowered her head, bit her lip, and did not say a word.

After a while, Bo Ang sat on the mountain and used his last strength to shout 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 at the mercy of anyone!! I am not a puppet, am I? I was used by my... most trusted person, who kicked me to his opponent like a football! 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 a cowardly Chief of Staff! Because you fell in love with a man, you personally handed over your city and your people to him! It's ridiculous! In this day and age, we are still a colonial government. Yes, District One is equally hateful, but they are stronger, far stronger than Dragon City. As puppets, we will get a lot of benefits, and we are not the only cannon fodder... Unfortunately, you can't see it, your eyes are blinded."

Bo Ang was tired from shouting. He took a few breaths, recovered, and said, "Yes, I love you very much, but you are not suitable to be a Chief of Staff! You sacrificed the dignity of everyone for your own happiness! You are too weak and easily deceived in politics! One day, our nation will be slowly assimilated by the Chinese! Just like a hundred years ago...!"

Bo Ang looked down the mountain, paused for a long time, and said again, "My dear sister, I hope you can become stronger and no longer be so cowardly. Well, I hope my death can put your mind at ease."

The cold wind blew gently, and the sound continued to echo in the mountains, becoming smaller and smaller until it disappeared.

Bo Ang slowly pulled out a sharp dagger from the armrest of the wheelchair. A last trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, but it slowly turned into determination.

"Puff!"

The dagger pierced his beating heart, pinning the Legion Commander to the wheelchair that had accompanied him throughout his life.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Gunshots rang out one after another. The officers and soldiers who followed Bo Ang all pulled the trigger and ended their lives.

After a moment, the mountain returned to silence.

...

Down the mountain, Bruna sat in the car, her head lowered, tears slowly streaming from the corners of her eyes.

After a long silence, Bruna said in a hoarse voice, "You're right... I don't have Tagu's military command ability, nor Booker's political vision, and even less your forbearance... But, I survived!"

Bruna held back her tears, wiped the corners of her eyes, raised her head again, and slowly looked in the direction of the mountain, softly answering, "I also love you deeply, my brother."

After saying that, the look in Bruna's eyes became firm. She turned her head and said to the driver in front of her, "Let's go."

"Yes, Chief of Staff."

Under the protection of the soldiers, the car slowly left the mountain road.

Leaving behind only the disabled youth, sitting in his wheelchair, forever gazing at the Bana City River.