Mo Qi was taken to a private hospital near the office for a check-up.

A few months ago, Mo Xin had witnessed his father’s heart stop at this hospital, so when he rushed over this time, even someone as calm as him was a little unsteady on his feet.

He didn’t have time to listen to Vincent’s report. He pushed open the door of the ward and rushed in.

Liang Quichi followed behind, asking Vincent in the corridor, “What’s going on?”

Vincent repeated the same story as on the phone, but his gaze was shifting, avoiding eye contact. Towards the end, his head even drooped.

Liang Quichi patted his shoulder with a smile, saying, “No wonder Yahui jie likes teasing you.”

He really wasn’t good at lying.

But Mo Xin was deeply concerned, and for a moment, he might not see things clearly.

Pushing open the door, Liang Quichi saw that Mo Qi’s head was wrapped in several layers of gauze, his left arm also bound in a splint, hanging around his neck, looking quite authentic.

Mo Xin stood by the bed with a serious expression, as if he were about to send someone off.

Mo Qi seemed to regret it a bit. When he saw Liang Qiuchi, he looked like he’d seen a savior and waved quickly, “Quichi take him home as soon as possible.”

Liang Quichi lightly patted Mo Xin’s back and said, “The doctor needs a family member to sign some paperwork. Why don’t you first go to the doctor’s office.”

Mo Xin nodded, deeply glanced at Mo Qi, then left the hospital room.

When there were only the two of them left in the hospital room, Liang Quichi suddenly reached out and tapped the splint on Mo Qi’s arm.

Mo Qi sucked in a breath, “What are you doing?”

Liang Quichi pulled over a chair, sat down, and smiled, “Nice acting skills.”

Mo Qi sized him up and suddenly relaxed, as if he had let out a sigh of relief, “You’re really sharp. Nothing can escape you.”

“It’s because Mo Xin was too worried about you. When he comes to his senses, do you think you can fool him?”

Mo Qi pointed to the gauze wrapped around his head, “I’m really injured. The fragments from the drone scratched my skin. I’m not exactly lying.” He sighed, “I had no choice but to resort to this.”

Liang Quichi suppressed his smile and waited for him to continue.

Mo Qi also looked at him seriously, “You’ve been in Lugo for these years, skilled in urban warfare and mountain warfare. Mo Xin, on the other hand, is good at commanding and familiar with the tactics of the federation. He’s proficient in high-tech warfare. You two complement each other well. I really need you, and so do the citizens of Danga.”

After a moment of contemplation, Liang Quichi asked, “Besides Lugo, how many allies do you have?”

Mo Qi frowned, not answering immediately.

Liang Quichi leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes sharp enough to see through people.

Earlier, to put pressure on the federal government, Danga had spoken out first. In addition to Pei Ji’s ambiguous remarks on social media regarding Reinis, more than a dozen states had announced the suspension of tax obligations to the federation.

Among these dozen states, some were just following the trend, while others had made prior agreements with Danga.

Liang Qiuchi said, “Since we are going to cooperate, I hope you will be open and transparent.

Seeing Liang Quichi’s attitude soften, Mo Qi answered, “Seven.”

Knowing his character, Liang Quichi automatically doubled the answer.

He couldn’t help but feel shocked, but then he felt relieved.

Through the Reinis incident, he knew that the collapse of the federation was only a matter of time.

“I can stay and help you, but I have conditions,” Liang Quichi said solemnly.

Mo Qi nodded, “I’m all ears.”

“I’ll help you with the frontline battle for two years,” Liang Quichi said, his hands folded in front of him. “Once the two years are up, I’ll leave, and Mo Xin will come with me.”

Mo Qi readily agreed, “No problem, I promise you.”

Two years would be enough for him to turn the tide and establish a foothold. Even if Liang Quichi and Mo Xin didn’t participate in the subsequent tug-of-war, it wouldn’t be a big problem.

“What about Mo Xin…”

“I’ll talk to him,” Liang Quichi stood up, walked to the door, then stopped. “Actually, I can see that Mo Xin wants to stay and help you. His hesitation is just because he doesn’t want to drag me down.”

How could Mo Qi not see this?

He laughed and waved his hand. “Stop it, or as the elder brother, I might get jealous.”

Liang Qiuchi smiled and said, “Rest well,” then opened the door and left.

Mo Qi stayed in the hospital symbolically for a day. After being discharged, he immediately announced to the reorganized army that Liang Quichi and Mo Xin had been appointed as the highest military commanders of the land and air forces.

He was afraid that these two would change their minds.

Later, the federal advance troops arrived at the northern border of Danga, and the two armies confronted each other. Mo Xin and Liang Quichi rushed to the front line, highly vigilant and ready to fight at any moment.

“Last month you were regretting not being on the front line together, and now it’s come true,” Liang Quichi, dressed in military uniform and boots, with a beret on his head, looked heroic.

Mo Xin couldn’t take his eyes off him for a moment. Vincent called him twice before he came back to his senses.

This time, he specifically asked his big brother for Vincent to come to the front lines with him.

On one hand, Vincent had been with him for a long time, and the two of them had a good understanding of tactical command. On the other hand, Mo Xin also intended to cultivate Vincent, giving him some decision-making power.

In the future, when he and Liang Quichi were no longer in the military, Vincent could also take on more responsibilities, which would also be a bright path for his personal future.

Mo Xin handed the tactical report to Vincent and instructed, “You’ll command the afternoon exercise. Consider it practice for you.”

Vincent: “Yes!”

Recently, both sides in the standoff had been eager to move, constantly conducting exercises in an attempt to deter each other. Meanwhile, negotiations between the delegation representing Danga, led by Mo Qi, and the federal government had been dragging on.

The federation strongly demanded that Danga withdraw its independence decision, return its military, diplomatic, and other administrative autonomy, but Mo Qi naturally refused to back down.

Days of negotiations had exhausted his patience. Finally, after the autumn harvest, the first shot rang out, echoing throughout the entire federation.

Under Mo Xin’s command, the land and air forces swiftly broke through the defenses of a nearby level three city. Liang Quichi led his infantry and engaged in urban warfare with the federal forces inside the city.

In less than a day, they had taken control of this key border town.

As federal troops retreated to nearby cities to reinforce their defenses, the long-dormant Lugo militants suddenly launched attacks, advancing into southern states.

The federation had to divert some of its armed forces to rush south to contain the situation.

But Danga deliberately hindered the reinforcements, making the route southward less smooth.

Most dangerously, other nominally neutral allied members suddenly emerged, demanding federal relinquishment of power.

They might as well have pinned “I want independence” on the forehead of the new federal president.

While other states’ actions might be dismissed as minor disturbances, the demands for independence and autonomy from two major states, armed with quasi-military forces like Danga and Lugo, posed a serious problem.

It’s worth noting that the federation’s armed forces numbered only around two million, while the combined forces of Danga, Lugo, and these two states with quasi-military forces far exceeded that of the federation.

The turbulent situation greatly affected morale, especially when they heard that the supposed “war machine” of the federation had become the highest commander of Danga and the federation had been humiliated in several battles against Danga.

There were even incidents of large-scale surrenders in some areas.

Mo Xin’s terrifying deterrence and leadership on the battlefield were evident.

After the winter set in, rare heavy snowfall in the south brought a lull in the fighting.

With the federation government besieged on all sides, they had no choice but to once again request negotiations with Danga and Lugo.

During the negotiations, the former federal president, McPherson Reinis, was brought before a military court.

He had lost a lot of weight, and his days in prison must have been hard, with his head full of white hair. Sitting in the defendant’s seat, he looked nothing like his former self, just a frail old man.

Reinis was charged with smuggling, treason, murder, and many other serious crimes, all of which he admitted to without defending himself. Even regarding the hostage incident years ago, he confessed. The families of the soldiers who died, including Wu Yahui, in particular, were especially emotional, crying uncontrollably.

They had sought justice for many years, and finally, it had come, albeit belatedly.

After multiple court sessions, the military court finally found Reinis guilty and sentenced him to death.

Upon hearing this verdict, Liang Quichi and Mo Xin stood side by side in the snow for a long time in silence.

The stone that had been hanging over Liang Quichi’s heart for over nine years finally fell to the ground.

Mo Xin stepped into Liang Quichi’s embrace, tilting his head to kiss him on the chin. “Want to have a drink later?”

Liang Quichi hugged him back, smiling and rubbing his nose against Mo Xin’s. “Is it appropriate for the commander to drink? But it’s a happy occasion today, so a little won’t hurt.”

Mo Xin kissed his lips, tightening his arms around him and deepening the kiss.

Snowflakes continued to fall from the sky. As the two walked hand in hand, preparing to head back, Vincent came running excitedly, standing in the distance and waving to them. “General! Mr. Liang! We took over Laiya!”

Laiya was a high-level military base established by the federation in the south. Danga first precisely bombed its communication facilities, then successively destroyed reconnaissance radar and airport runways. Finally, Liang Quichi led the army to surround it, completely cutting off the base’s reinforcements.

They only surrounded it without launching an attack. In less than half a month, the base’s commander announced surrender, willing to let Danga take over all the facilities.

This was undoubtedly good news.

Liang Quichi sighed lightly. “If the situation continues like this, the end of this war will come much earlier than we originally anticipated.”

Mo Xin nodded. “It won’t take two years.”

Sure enough, after the weather warmed up, negotiations stalled, and Danga and Lugo continued to make great strides. One headed north, the other south, successively taking over several important transportation hub cities.

The federal army was in disarray, unable to deploy reinforcements in time, and instead, more and more states and counties seized the opportunity to cause trouble in the backyard.

The front line stretched longer and longer, and with time dragging on, states refused to pay taxes. The federation’s financial deficit was severe, unable to withstand the enormous financial and manpower expenditure of the war.

In the second winter after the outbreak of the war, the federation was dragged into a dead end.

Following Danga and Lugo, more than twenty states successively declared independence and established new governments. The president of the federation, exhausted, resigned. The new president ordered the independent states to restore order, but to no avail.

People across the country took to the streets in peaceful demonstrations against the federation, especially in the capital, San Lorenzo. This once beautiful and prosperous city had become a decadent playground for crime and evil in just one year.

In the third spring, the highest executives of the 44 states rarely gathered in the council chamber for summit talks.

However, this time, the meeting was no longer held in San Lorenzo, known as the “heart of the federation”, but in a tier-two city at the border between Danga and Lugo.

Round after round of meetings were held, various treaties, declarations, and agreements were signed successively, and the dissolution of the federation was a foregone conclusion.

Mo Qi and Pei Ji met again after more than two years. Both had basically achieved their goals, and couldn’t help but feel emotional.

This time, Pei Ji took the initiative to hand Mo Qi a cigarette, no longer deliberately ignoring him as before.

“To be honest, I really didn’t expect Lugo to achieve independence under my leadership. In the end, it’s all thanks to you guys,” Pei Ji blew a smoke ring. “When that old Reinis was executed, I went to the scene, cost me quite a bit of money, but it was really satisfying.”

Mo Qi laughed when he heard that. “Why didn’t you come to me? I would have given you a discount.”

Pei Ji chuckled and scolded, “Why didn’t you say so earlier?!”

The two smoked for a while, and then Pei Ji asked, “What about Liang? Why isn’t he here?”

Mo Qi smiled ambiguously at his question. “What do you think? Busy being in love.”

“Still with your brother?” Pei Ji asked.

“Who else?” Mo Qi raised an eyebrow. “With Mo Xin’s personality, would Liang Quichi dare to be with anyone else?”

Pei Ji laughed. “True, but they’ve been together for so long, won’t they get tired of each other?”

Mo Qi sighed. “They complain to me every day, saying they have no time for romance because of the constant warfare, and they keep clamoring to leave.”

Pei Ji chuckled, “You’re taking advantage and playing coy. Liang stayed to help you in Danga, but didn’t stay in Lugo with me. I was so angry when I found out, I couldn’t eat well for a month.”

As he spoke, that sense of anger and grievance emerged again, causing Mo Qi to laugh even more unrestrainedly.

And on the day the federation officially announced its dissolution, when the federal flag fell from the top of the Capitol building in San Lorenzo, on the coast thousands of miles away, a red sail rose in the wind.

The yacht had been replaced by an exaggeratedly larger cruise ship, especially eye-catching on the calm sea, shining like a sapphire under the sunlight.

Liang Quichi stood on the deck, unable to help but ask the person in his arms with a smile, “Why do we need such a big ship for just the two of us?”

Mo Xin, enjoying being nestled in his arms, said earnestly, “This is my brother’s debt to us.”

Liang Quichi laughed heartily, hugged him, and took him to a shady spot. In just a few moments, he stripped Mo Xin down to his underwear.

“Lie down.”

Liang Quichi took out a cylindrical object from his pocket, seeing Mo Xin’s flushed and obediently laying down, ready to personally remove the last piece of clothing. Liang Qiuchi held his hand and lightly slapped his ass.

“What are you thinking?” Liang Qiuchi leaned in close to Mo Xin’s red earlobe and chuckled, “I want to apply sunscreen for you.”

Mo Xin: “…”

The hand covered in sunscreen roamed freely on his bare back, igniting the fire inside him with just a few strokes.

Mo Xin turned over, facing Liang Qiuchi, and hooked his neck. “Do something else first, then apply it.”

Liang Qiuchi pretended to be innocent. “Do what?”

Mo Xin bluntly sat on top of him, legs apart, and said straightforwardly, “Me.”

Liang Qiuchi’s eyes deepened as he looked at him attentively and tenderly, leaning closer to kiss him slowly.

As their affection grew stronger, a familiar sound of an engine approached rapidly.

There was also that familiar opening line.

“Didn’t I tell you to turn off the engine and stop the ship? Do you think I’m holding a toy gun in my hand?!”

Liang Qiuchi buried his face in Mo Xin’s neck, laughing until he trembled.

Mo Xin gritted his teeth with annoyance.

Disturbing his meal was one thing, but disturbing their intimate moment was intolerable.

Liang Qiuchi helped him put on his clothes and walked to the side of the mast, waving to Geng Hu who wanted to board the ship. “What a coincidence, we meet again.”

“Liang?!” Geng Hu was stunned, “It’s been a few years, and you’ve changed to a bigger yacht?”

“Yeah,” Liang Qiuchi spoke kindly, persuading him, “While Mo Xin isn’t here, you should leave first. We’ll find you to hang out when we have time.”

After speaking, Liang Qiuchi went into the cockpit and started the engine.

The huge white yacht sped forward into the sunset, cutting through the wind and waves.

Mo Xin leaned against the cabin door and said discontentedly, “I’m selling this thing tomorrow.”

Liang Qiuchi smiled and agreed, “Okay, we’ll sell it.”

Mo Xin, still sulking, said, “The day after tomorrow, let’s go to the desert. I don’t want to go out to sea anymore.”

Liang Qiuchi hugged him gently and comforted, “No problem, we’ll go to the desert and watch the stars.”

Mo Xin added, “I also want to visit the rainforest.”

Liang Qiuchi responded, “Sure, we’ll arrange it all.”

Mo Xin asked, “Would you like to go cliff diving?”

Liang Qiuchi placed soft and gentle kisses on his lips.

“Baby, wherever you want to go, I’ll accompany you.”

“Always with me.”

“Yeah, forever with you, forever loving you.”

——End of the story——

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