The last day of the referendum.

This battle is too important to the earth. Pizza was ordered to keep an eye on the interstellar pirates, so he had to complete this task meticulously, even if he was willing to return home.

While they were ready to go, they received an unprecedented farewell to everyone.

The scene that day was almost spectacular, and everyone took off their hats and saluted, watching the warship leave.

There was no back at the high speed. With the fragile carbon-based creatures, the human mortal eyes only felt that they flashed and disappeared immediately.

This is a guard and a seed.

There is still an hour before the end of the referendum.

The number of people participating in the voting on the Internet soared, and the number of people online broke records during the same period. Graff, with the help of his adjutant, stared at about a hundred voting windows in many countries. The flashing numbers were reflected in his muddy pupils, and his cheeks were as tight as a broken bow.

The adjutant was named Luther. He was originally an unknown middle-level officer in his galaxy army, but in the past month, he had a very high presence - it seemed that he was there where there was Graf.

Graff intends to tell everyone that this is his heir. He is really old and dying. A person who encounters the gate of death will either be more cautious than ordinary people, or will become more scrupulous.

Graff is probably the latter.

His pupils continued to shrink, and his hand as thin as an eagle claw clutched the adjutant's wrist tightly.

"This is not right," Graff tried hard to stuff as much information as possible into the optical signal processor, wanting to pour it into the adjutant around him. "It cannot be like this. People who want to compromise and negotiate rarely delay until the last moment before taking action, because it is a natural and not difficult road. People who struggle to the last moment will usually be..."

The stalemate votes between the two parties began to widen the distance little by little - no, no, no...

The adjutant felt something was wrong. He could feel Graff's pulse was astonishingly fast. When he stood close, he could hear the terrible roaring noise from his heart, one by one, as if he was about to bounce him from the spot. Graff's chest rose and fell violently, like a fish leaving the water, and then saliva flowed out of his mouth uncontrollably.

The adjutant showed a look of horror on his face and immediately sent an emergency signal to the nearest medical staff.

The next moment, Graff fell down stiffly on his back, and his hand holding the adjutant's wrist tightened as if it were spasms.

He wanted to find Hu Yang and find the radioactive source of that person's immortality, but all he received was the news that the person was secretly executed by the earth.

It's too late, it's too late.

In the moment when he was unaware of his consciousness, Graf saw the final outcome.

"You must never retreat. If you destroy the earth, you must destroy the earth. Even if you return to his galaxy without anything, otherwise we will be done!" The commander-in-chief of his galaxy who has been famous for his forever for thousands of years heard the roar of a trapped beast in his heart. However, he was exhausted and finally couldn't give the adjutant the last word.

The ambulance ran away, with only twenty minutes left before the deadline for the referendum, and the countdown card on the UN network platform had turned into a bloody red.

The Earth coalition outside the near-Earth defense line has begun its final installation.

The remaining twenty-six commanders stood up from the conference room of the command ship, marked the area they were responsible for on the map, recorded it on the reader, and stuffed the reader into the pockets that were close to their chests.

The ground and background wall of the conference room have been changed to the background color of the communication line after the warship's death - the black-backed and red letter "Long live the coalition forces, long live the motherland".

Yang Ning saluted everyone, and the generals returned their salutes and left the command ship.

"Fu Luo." Yang Ning finally called her.

Fu Luo turned around, Yang Ning stood alone behind the conference table of the command ship, staring at her calmly and distantly: "We are not far away."

If the solar system is a drop in the ocean in the universe, then what is a small earth?

If human life is like an ant in war, then what are the ordinary life and death?

We are not far away.

Fu Luo laughed, blinked at him, and walked out of the conference room.

She saw Ye Wenlin checking his drift bottle last and was about to raise his hand to throw it out of the ship along the special passage, and hurriedly called him: "Hey, wait, Senior Brother Ye."

Ye Wenlin turned around and looked at her.

"I only remembered when I packed my things in the morning that the pendant you gave to Xinran was still there."

After hearing this, Ye Wenlin stuffed the drift bottle into the special passage without much care and sneered: "I was shocked and I thought I had no money to replace it - I'll throw that thing to you, it's not worth it anyway - Is it called a crystal? Isn't it just a stone that grows naturally?"

After saying that, he held the brim of the military cap, inserted one hand into his pocket without any shape, and wrinkled the straight military uniform.

"See you back, junior sister." Ye Wenlin said.

There are still five minutes left before the referendum ends.

Adjutant Luther of the Galaxy held a will and walked into his galaxy command center. Under everyone's eyes, he changed out of the adjutant's military uniform, put on the uniform coat representing the commander-in-chief, and boarded the launcher that had been prepared long ago without looking squinting.

His galaxy ground troops took off collectively.

Yang Ning cleared his throat: "Are you ready to set off?"

"Maximum power on the protective cover."

"The curvature driver has been preheated."

"The Technical Department reminds all colleagues that it only takes 1.4 seconds from being hit to being completely broken in the protective cover. Please prepare the weapon cabin in advance and strive to hit it with one blow."

"Affected by the planetary gravitational system, gravitational bombs are about to enter the failure zone. Please unload non-core components."

"Received, uninstalled."

"The transition coordinates are sent--"

There are two minutes and thirty seconds left before the end of the referendum.

"Ground news, the enemy has taken off the air, the original ground system has been irreversibly damaged, and the ground forces will need about five minutes to rebuild the Earth's shield. Before that, we are the Earth's shield."

"Do you understand if you don't allow a missile to fall to the ground?"

A mountain of swords is a soldier, and a sea of ​​people is a shield.

Report to billions of stars and to all living and dead people - although our army was defeated and fled in a hurry, it never dared to survive.

The shame of the past was destroyed by blood.

"All departments should pay attention to the countdown starts - ten, nine, eight..."

……zero.

The Earth coalition disappeared from its original place, the UN online platform page returned to zero, the referendum ended, and the statistics jumped out.

Whether the first vote, the last vote is still whether, with a 15% gap, the Earthlings completely rejected the enemy's stupid peace talks plan with the will of all citizens.

The coalition forces that landed at the designated coordinates exactly had already fired the first shot.

His galaxy adjutant... no, the new commander-in-chief Luther raised his hand and fell down.

In an instant, missiles collided, and huge fireworks seemed to sweep everything, while the Earth coalition warships were always blocked at the muzzle with a fearless attitude.

At the same time, countless warships were destroyed, and new cannon fodders were pushed up without any mistakes.

The command ship where Fu Luo was located trembled violently. She was tied to the battleship with a seat belt, and she was calm and knew that the protective cover had been hit.

The unblocked warship will face the bullet rain in 1.4 seconds, and she will also be buried in this air filled with debris and ashes.

The galaxy president was furious: "The people on Earth are crazy, you are crazy, you are crazy! Stop! Retreat! Otherwise, you are punished for treason - Stop, you madmen, leave here!"

Luther sneered like a poisonous snake, but at this moment, a prompt suddenly came from his light information receiver: "General Graff's rescue is ineffective."

Luther was stunned. At the same time, the news spread throughout his galaxy army, and everyone was stunned.

Who is Graf?

He is the god in his galaxy army. How could the god collapse at this critical moment?

His galaxy artillery fire suddenly slowed down, but it changed rapidly, and there were always people who were not touched by it at all, such as their president: "Catch me the rebel command ship!"

He roared silently in the light message like this.

Luther's pupils shrink: "Flash..."

But it's too late.

Two missiles hit Luther's command ship one by one and the other, one by one, one by the stray bullet of the Earth coalition's blind cat hitting a dead mouse, and the other from behind it - it can be imagined that the latter played a decisive role.

"All warships are now listened to my order..."

boom!

His Excellency the President had just obtained the command power of the army, but he had not had time to issue his first order.

The time of the gap gave the Earth coalition a chance to counterattack wildly. The angry artillery fire brought the big "No" word thrown by billions of people, and the mountains and seas were thundering, and it was incredibly fast - they had to hurry because the preset life was originally only 1.4 seconds.

This is the gap between burning the boat and indecisiveness.

The original vanguard troops were the first to react and suddenly sent a signal to the fleet in the neighboring area for cover, and at the same time launched a charge without hesitation.

The fleet topped the vanguard's ground gap to ensure that no stray bullets fell into the earth. In just three seconds, the sharp-toned vanguard troops tore open a bloody hole in the enemy army that had lost their heads.

In the command ship, a slightly mechanical female voice rang out: "The earth shield is ready, and the countdown to open is entered-"

That was the most pleasant voice Yang Ning has ever heard in his life.

The next moment, the Earth's anti-missile anti-intrusion protection system was reopened a few years later. The United Nations network platform that showed the voting results was suddenly replaced by information that the protective cover was running well, and people in different time zones held their breath together.

"Line," Yang Ning, commander-in-chief of the Space Earth Alliance, rang out on all the battleships, "I can finally issue this order - to clean up the battlefield!"

"Until the day when God promises to reveal the future picture for mankind, all human wisdom includes this in four words: 'hope' and 'wait'."
Chapter completed!