After the wormhole was blown up, Elias Cromwell was sentenced to 1,100 years in prison.
On the third day of his sentence, it snowed heavily in the prison, which was rare all year round.
On the 19th day of his sentence, Elias Cromwell recovered from his injury and went to work in the mines.
On the 67th day of his sentence, the Empire began its ninth expedition.
On the 191st day of his sentence, the Imperial Expeditionary Force returned triumphantly.
On the 192nd day of his sentence, the empire's iron-blooded general and the youngest marshal in history came to visit the prison companion.
The military boots stopped at the door of the cell, and the seams of his trousers were stretched into a straight line.
Elias Cromwell's eyes followed the long legs upward, passing over the familiar iron-gray military uniform, past the dazzling array of medals on the plump chest, past the protruding Adam's apple on his neck, past the lips he had passionately kissed, and finally met those calm eyes.
Elias Cromwell smiled, "Why, you still can't let me go?"
Li Zeqin looked at his former senior, traitor to the empire, and his old lover without changing his expression, "When are you going to plead guilty?"
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"This was the empire I swore allegiance to, my lifelong glory and dream, and the whole reason I fought for it and was willing to sacrifice my life.
I thought I was doing the right thing, but then I found out I was wrong.
This country is turning into a raging war machine, and I am the executioner who helps it.
Zechin, have you forgotten the oath we swore at the entrance ceremony? "
"Whatever the edge of the sword points to is justice, and all force leads to peace.
Senior, I have never forgotten. "
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HE.
The big boss with a strong anti-bone strength is attacked by the iceberg of iron will and abstinence.
Next year.
Purpose: Anti-war, anti-war, anti-war.
