Mo Qian stood straight in place, and a string in his heart seemed to be moved by the old marshal. His eyes flashed and dark, with firmness and confusion, and there seemed to be a lot of turmoil in his heart.

The old marshal picked up the documents written by Mo Qian on the table and raised them into the air. He looked tired and said hoarsely, "I think that Mo Qian's first offense, I will punish the military pay for the time being. I remember the serious mistakes. I sent a political commissar to conduct a three-year ideological assessment. This strategy is done."

"Vote." Just as the old marshal was about to invalidate this document, Leng Yuan made a sudden sound. There was no expression on her face, only a pair of dark purple pupils revealed a complex look that had never been seen before. The always-sounding voice also trembled slightly at this time. "For this document, all members vote."

The old marshal sat down on the chair as if his spine had been pulled away, closed his eyes tightly, and said nothing.

Liu Fusu's eyes were full of surprise. He even strode forward, grabbed Leng Yuan's shoulder tightly, and said with a pale face, "Leng Yuan! Do you know what you are talking about?!"

"Drip." Leng Yuan pushed away Liu Fusu's hand, and cold sweat formed bean-sized water droplets on her face. She seemed to be suffering from great pain, but her trembling hand still slapped heavily on the "Agree" button.

The continuous sound of "Didi" sounded, with Leng Yuan as the leader, and all the forces in the northern border voted to agree.

But on the contrary, almost all the generals of the Western Regions voted against it.

The Jiangnan region is the most intense place of disagreement. The Linjiang delegation led by Mo Gu is just one of the military regions, and there is no internal unity. Mo Gu and Ye Zixiao voted in favor. Mo Qian, the initiator of the strategy, voted abstained by himself, and Yang Meimei firmly voted against him.

The same is true for other military regions in Jiangnan. They all agree, abstain, and oppose.

Ten minutes later, the result was released, with 73 votes in favor, 68 abstentions, and 73 votes against.

The votes for favor and the votes against were the same.

In the uneasy eyes of everyone, Leng Yuan pressed the speech button, "The second round of votes is now in progress. Those who voted for abstentions in the first round will be revoting. They can only agree or object to the vote, and they will not abstain."

For a moment, all those who abstained from the right to vote were forced to a dead end, which meant that they had to express a clear attitude towards this horrifying plan.

Those who can abstain must be unsure of their attention, and now they are even more struggling with thoughts. After a long thought and silence, the votes have risen all the way, and the abstainers have made new choices. In the end, the votes have become 33 votes in favor and 34 votes against.

There is another person who has not made a choice.

Soon, the prompt light in front of Mo Qian lit up, and the whole audience looked at the private from Jiangnan with breath. In this venue where heroes gathered, he became the focus of attention.

On the stage, Leng Yuan's purple eyes stared at Mo Qian with his face, as if sending some signal to him.

The old marshal also opened his eyes at this time and looked at Mo Qian. Although he didn't say a word, his eyes were as deep as the sea.

Sheep bleak bit her lower lip tightly. She trembled and held Mo Qian's cold hand, and said tremblingly, "Mo Qian, don't."

"Meimei" Mo Qian subconsciously glanced at Yang Meimei. He had been working with this girl for six years. When he saw those clear and beautiful eyes, he recalled the time when he first entered the military camp, and slowly, his hands unconsciously put on "opposition".

Ye Zixiao urged, "Mo Qian! You proposed this trick yourself. If you regret it on the spot, what will the generals across the country think of you!"

Mo Qian trembled all over and suddenly remembered his willingness to join the army. His original intention was very simple. He first became a good soldier, then a good leader, and he had a long life in his army and pacify the world.

One general succeeds and thousands of bones are bleak, not to mention that this is just a bone

Mo Qian put his hand off the "opposition" again, but his eyes were still struggling. He bit his lips and his chin was covered in blood, but he couldn't make a decision.

"Don't be stressed, don't treat yourself as the last straw." Leng Yuan spoke on the stage. She stared at Mo Qian who was struggling to the point of almost breathlessness, and said calmly, "No matter whether this proposal is finally passed or decisive, you are just one of 214 people, not special or insignificant than anyone."

Mo Qian raised his head, and when his eyes met Leng Yuan, something seemed to have been broken in his heart.

"drop"

Votes in agreement.

The generals who voted against shook their heads one after another, and the generals who voted for favor were relieved. It was just 33 to 34. If Mo Qian objected, it would undoubtedly be rejected. But he voted for it and became 34 to 34, and it was tied again, which means that he would enter the third round of votes and still have room to struggle.

However, the situation is very embarrassing. Since so many imperial plenary sessions, there has not been a situation where all votes are tied in two rounds, so the theoretical third round does not exist.

Just as the situation was in a stalemate and everyone was silent, the messenger ordered the soldiers to report to enter the venue "Report! Colonel Luo You of the death row camp requested entry!"

Leng Yuan's eyes were hot, and despite the marshal's ban, he shouted loudly, "Accurate!"

The crisp sound of footsteps came from the corridor of the side hall, echoing throughout the hall, knocking on everyone's hearts one after another.

Luo You entered the venue, and did not look at Leng Yuan or the old marshal. Instead, he walked directly to the seat of the Linjiang delegation, first nodded to his former comrades, and finally walked to Mo Qian.

"Looking into my eyes." Luo You looked directly at Mo Qian, "Have you thought about it carefully?"

“Thinking.”

"Did you think about the consequences?"

"Thinking."

"Aren't you afraid of being retaliated?"

"I'm afraid I won't come."

“It doesn’t matter if you’re spitting?”

"The right and wrong will be judged by future generations."

Luo You stopped talking, but turned around, looked up at the old marshal on the stage.

The old marshal's eyes were as cold as ice, his head kept shaking, and he said in an extremely hoarse voice, "You don't have the right to vote."

"I have." At this moment, Luo You smiled. His smile had many meanings, including sorrow, determination, trust in his past comrades, and revenge for painful times. This smile seemed to merge with Luo You's life and present all the past events to the old marshal. "I am also a member of the empire."

"Drip." Luo You pressed the agree button on Mo Qian's table.

In the vote, a button cannot be pressed twice, so the number of votes on the screen did not change because of Luo You. But at this moment, Leng Yuan's voice was accompanied by the faint dragon power. "The 14th Empire Plenary Session, the third round of votes, 35 votes in favor, 34 votes against, and voted to pass!"

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Chapter completed!