Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 596

Chapter 594: You don’t want anyone to see the photos, do you?

Wang Mengsong decided to negotiate a surrender with the Alliance.

The current situation of the Chapter could not continue.

The New World Torch had only 300 men, which had already fallen to a very dangerous level. Even if they were to escape unscathed now, it would take them forever to regain their former strength. There was no telling when a major wave would hit and annihilate the Chapter. As a

precaution, they had left dozens of warriors and most of their gene-seed on the home planet.

But honestly, that wouldn’t be very effective. If the Chapter truly only had a few dozen warriors left, it would be completely defenseless. Even without any malicious intent from outside forces, a large-scale rebellion on the home planet could be the end of it. Those

left on the home planet were mostly new recruits, with only a few veterans as their caretakers.

As for the seeds left behind… the New World Torch had accumulated a considerable amount. However, in the past ten years, they had used up a large amount of gene-seed to increase their forces, and the new seeds hadn’t even had time to mature. There were only a little over a hundred seeds remaining in the gene seed bank on the home planet. That

was far too small to support the resurgence of the legion.

Among the more than three hundred New World Torches on Huanyue, they couldn’t die.

He was considering surrendering, but Paulitus didn’t know.

If Paulitus knew, the relationship between them would be completely broken.

He hadn’t considered trying to persuade Paulitus to surrender.

On the one hand, he knew the possibility was low; on the other, such words would sow seeds of suspicion.

In fact, he believed the trust between the two sides was already quite fragile. As for the topic of surrender, if Paulitus shared the same thoughts, it would be fine. But if not, would Paulitus worry that he would go it alone and take preemptive action?

It was very likely.

He no longer underestimated Paulitus. He admitted to having been prejudiced against Paulitus in the past, but after experiencing a bitter defeat, Paulitus had been proven right—even if he hadn’t won the battle. If Wang Mengsong had acted rashly according to his plan, he might not even have considered surrendering by now, and the entire Chapter would have been wiped out long ago.

However, it was precisely because he recognized Paulitus’s ability that he had to be more cautious.

If Paulitus didn’t want to surrender and wanted to prevent future trouble, he would likely have taken action beforehand.

He simply didn’t want to engage in a bloody battle with Fury at this critical juncture.

Surrender was to preserve the bloodline and keep the Chapter alive. If they were already prepared to surrender, why fight Fury?

He now realized that only surrender could save his Chapter.

The Alliance’s intelligence assessment was wrong. The number of Space Marines active in Phantom Moon was not just a thousand, but over fifteen hundred.

When they set out on the expedition, with three thousand Furys and fifteen hundred New World Torches, they were a truly heroic and high-spirited force. Apart from the fact that they could not allocate much of their fleet, with only three huge ships, they were quite powerful.

Up to now, there were only 1,500 of them, which was already very miserable.

Most of them were from the Fury Corps. They still had 1,200 members, while the New World Torch only had 300 left.

He couldn’t say whether Paulitus had betrayed his allies in the previous battle and let the New World Torch fight the tough battle.

He had no evidence.

Paulitus seemed to be very fair and did not favor one over the other.

But he still had a vague suspicion that this was the case.

Otherwise, why did the New World Torch suffer greater losses than the Fury Corps?

Could it be because we are weak?

Absolutely impossible!

As for the negotiations with the Alliance, he was actually quite nervous.

He was nervous in every aspect.

But he still came with a brave face.

No matter how uncertain he was, he couldn’t show too low an attitude.

He was a chapter master, an ‘angel’, a ‘demigod’. The person he was talking to was just a diplomatic ambassador of the Alliance and a battle sister, all just mortals. How could he be fawning and humble?

Moreover, in a negotiation, how could he be weak from the start? He would be easily taken advantage of!

He put on a strong posture, posing conditions to the Alliance, demanding a dignified surrender, or even not surrender, but cooperation!

However, he had only said two of his conditions when the diplomat named Wu Yang shook her head and interrupted him harshly:

“The Alliance does not accept any conditions. The New World Torch must surrender unconditionally.”

Wang Mengsong was stunned for a moment, and then he was furious: “What did you say?”

Wu Yang repeated expressionlessly.

Wang Mengsong’s momentum was high, and his eyes were wide open, staring at Wu Yang fiercely, as if he wanted to kill him.

When a war captain with hundreds of years of combat experience, who had fought his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, was furious, his murderous aura was like substance, not something that ordinary people could withstand.

Grit, who was standing next to Wu Yang, felt goosebumps all over her body, and her hand silently touched her weapon.

To her, the war captain of the New World Torch was a formidable opponent. She might not be defeated quickly and could hold out for a while, but she really had no confidence of winning, let alone protecting Wu Yang, a mortal.

But Wu Yang, on the other hand, did not feel too much fear.

It seemed that the diplomats of the Alliance were not afraid of death.

She stared at Wang Mengsong fearlessly, not giving in.

After a long few seconds, Wang Mengsong’s momentum relaxed slightly.

He sneered and said, “I’m just a mere envoy. I don’t feel like discussing this with you. Where’s Gu Hang? I need to speak to your Governor Gu!”

Wu Yang said, “Before I came here, I had the pleasure of speaking with Governor Gu for fifteen seconds. He personally told me that I take full responsibility for this matter. The only possible surrender for New World Torch is unconditional surrender. There’s nothing else to discuss.”

Hearing this, Wang Mengsong’s blood ran cold.

In that instant, he truly wanted to turn around and leave.

Or to attack and kill.

Unconditional surrender? I still have three hundred soldiers!

How could I let them bully me?

He was filled with rage.

At this moment, Wu Yang’s voice sounded again: “Perhaps you can’t accept it in your heart right now and are very angry, but put aside your anger, you should know that when you walk in here, unconditional surrender is your only option.”

“The Alliance will not make any promises to you, nor will it agree to any conditions. The New World Torch must lay down all arms and enter our prisoner-of-war camp.”

“Can you still leave? I know that although there are only ten guards with you, there may be hundreds of people ambushed nearby; I also know that if you are determined to break out, we may not be able to stop you.”

“But, the photo of you shaking hands with me and Sister Grit just now has been taken.”

“Captain, you don’t want the photo to fall into the hands of Paulitus, do you?”

(End of this chapter)