Inside the Desola administrative building.

Outside the window, the sounds of gunfire and cannons roared, and the shouts of killing shook the sky. The entire building trembled constantly.

"Crash!"

Some of the ornaments hanging on the walls were shaken off, and the wine bottles in the cabinets fell to the ground and shattered.

However, Bahia Joe remained unmoved, slowly pouring a glass of his favorite red wine for the chief of staff, and then sat on the sofa next to him.

Listening to the non-stop gunfire outside, he knew in his heart that everything indicated that the era of the Red Hat military government's rule was coming to an end tonight.

Bahia Joe looked at the flickering lights above his head, his eyes couldn't help but turn red. After a long pause, he asked, "Did Sana and the others leave?"

The chief of staff paused for a moment and said slowly, "Yes, they left when the war started. I don't know where they are now."

Bahia Joe sighed and couldn't help but sigh: "We have been fighting all our lives, maybe it's time to spend time with our family... You should be with them. And I, at this moment, should be with my soldiers."

The chief of staff looked at him without speaking.

Bahia Joe closed his eyes slowly when he heard this. After a long silence, he said in a hoarse voice: "I thought of a lot of things... including when we were sixteen or seventeen years old, when we first joined the Red Hat Army."

A trace of nostalgia could not help but appear in the chief of staff's eyes: "That was a beautiful time... Although our lives were in danger at any time, we were not bound by power."

Hearing this, the two couldn't help but fall silent.

After a while, Bahia Joe slowly stood up and said with a hint of determination: "It's time to end all this."

Hearing this, the chief of staff also stood up and said to him with firm eyes: "At this time, I should stand with you, my comrade."

Bahia Joe turned around, looked at him, and said with a smile on his face: "Not just a comrade, you are my best friend."

After saying that, the two hugged each other tightly, then picked up their wine glasses and left the safe room together.

…

In the corridor outside the door, a large crowd of people gathered. Everyone looked anxious and kept busy coming in and out.

"Commander..."

The moment Bahia Joe came out, everyone quieted down and looked at him in unison. These people were either ragged or covered in dirt, all suffering from the ravages of the battlefield, and everyone looked very embarrassed.

Bahia Joe's eyes slowly swept over everyone and nodded to them.

Everyone consciously stepped aside, leaving a wide passage.

Under the gaze of everyone, Bahia Joe and the chief of staff, holding red wine glasses, walked towards the communications room.

Many core generals had already understood something from the commander's eyes and immediately followed him silently.

After entering the communications room, Bahia Joe waved his hand, motioning the communications soldier to step aside. He stood in front of the terminal and paused for more than ten seconds before reaching out and pressing the call button.

He smiled and said in his most calm and hearty voice: "Soldiers, this is your Commander Bahia Joe."

The originally noisy communication channel suddenly quieted down, and everyone listened to his speech quietly.

Bahia Joe paused and continued: "This is a farewell announcement. Your commander is dying. Besides me, there should not be another soldier dying in this war. All the turmoil is over... Goodbye, my soldiers."

The moment he released the communicator, the sound of gunfire outside suddenly took a turn for the worse, and the sound quickly became smaller.

At this moment, it seemed that all resistance had disappeared.

Bahia Joe stood there with his back to the crowd, his figure indescribably lonely. After thinking for a long time, he turned around, slowly drew his gun, and raised his red wine glass to the crowd at the same time.

Seeing this scene, all the core generals in the communications room looked solemn and saluted him in unison.

Bahia Joe finished the red wine in his glass, gently placed the glass on the table next to him, then pointed it at his temple, his fingers trembling slightly, and decisively pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

With a gunshot, Bahia Joe fell to the ground. Blood splattered, splashing on the walls of the communications room.

When he fell, it seemed like he was dreaming back to when he was sixteen or seventeen years old.

At that time, the Little Ice Age had just ended. Like most children, he was confused and lost. In order to have enough to eat, he picked up a gun, joined the rebel army, and began his military and political career.

When he gradually gained power in the mid-term, he was also full of ambition, thinking about doing something for his hometown and his nation. It's a pity that in his later years, he cared more about power and the continuous extension of his leadership position.

After a gunshot, the merits and demerits of his life were left to future generations to judge.

Thirty seconds later, gunshots rang out fiercely in the communications room.

After Bahia Joe committed suicide, more than a dozen core generals also committed suicide with their guns. They left their lives in Desola and did not choose to become prisoners of war. Instead, they used death to face their opponents who they had fought against for more than twenty years.

…

Ten minutes later, the Red Hat Army flag in front of the administrative building was burned, and the flagpole was also cut down.

"Bang!"

The moment the flagpole fell, it meant that everything was over. All the Red Hat Army soldiers surrendered their weapons, and the entire Desola was taken over by the Old Mexican Allied Forces.

Su Tianyu led his men to search all the places around the administrative building, but they couldn't find Kang Dinghuang. This man disappeared, his whereabouts unknown.

This was a major regret tonight, but there was nothing they could do. In such a huge battlefield, finding one person accurately was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

At the same time, not far away, in a trench, many soldiers showed incredible expressions when they saw the flagpole fall.

"Victory! We won!"

"It's finally over!"

After a moment of silence, cheers suddenly rang out on the battlefield. The soldiers on the outer battlefield all hugged each other and wept!

In this long war, they lost too many friends, comrades, and even relatives. Fortunately, in the end, the Old Mexicans won, and Bahia Joe's government finally came to an end and became a piece of history.

From now on, the Old Mexicans are united! The clouds of war gradually dissipated, and a ray of dawn gradually appeared in the sky!

…

Old Qian, with a cigarette in his mouth, huddled in a shell crater, grinning, and finally got his mobile phone back.

With trembling fingers, he dialed a video call with his wife.

In the picture, a little boy grabbed the phone and asked, blinking his eyes, "Dad, why did the badge on your shoulder change?"

Old Qian smiled and said with tears in his eyes: "Your dad has been promoted! I am now the chief of staff of the brigade!!"

"Oh!" The little boy responded as if he understood.

In the screen, his wife picked up the child and asked with some worry: "Husband, how is the situation over there?"

Old Qian immediately said: "It's over! The Old Mexican war is finally over!"

Hearing this, his wife breathed a long sigh of relief.

…

Offshore waters surrounding Desola, on a dilapidated fishing boat.

Kang Dinghuang lay in the cabin, his chest and abdomen hit by shrapnel, bleeding profusely. He was dying, and his consciousness was a little blurry as he heard the sounds of gunfire in the distance gradually fading away.

On the boat, a medic came over, about to inject Kang Dinghuang with an anesthetic.

At this moment, Kang Dinghuang slowly opened his eyes and said extremely weakly: "Notify... notify Commander Wang... the Old Mexicans were defeated, the Dragon City has changed... be sure to let the First District fully support the Dragon City... otherwise, decades of hard work will be in vain..."