Chapter 295 Surrender of the Trisolaran Warship

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The Trisolarans' cognitive inertia became their greatest obstacle; they never foresaw that they would be betrayed by their own technological might, much like one's own hand betraying oneself.

In such an intense battle, they also overlooked the fact that when humanity's Sophon was exposed, their own Waterdrop was no longer safe.

Even No. 7 hadn't considered this issue, of course, if it weren't for the conversation with Lin Sen which had monopolized its attention.

Perhaps No. 7 would have been alert to the vulnerability of the Waterdrop, but alas, it made the mistake of engaging in conversation with Lin Sen, and now it was all too late.

The Waterdrop had already calculated the attack angles of all the warships; if the warships in the rear used the Sophon Field to attack the Waterdrop, they would inevitably strike the forward Trisolaran Warships that were accelerating in pursuit as well.

If these warships were destroyed, rearranging the formation for the rear vessels to continue pursuit would consume a massive amount of time, time that they did not have, for other human Thunderstrike Ships would also be arriving.

Once these Thunderstrike Ships reached the rear of the captured vessel, just a single Sophon bullet could utterly destroy the pursuing Trisolaran Warships, thus ensuring the safety of the captured vessel.

And the warships executing curvature maneuvers up front could neither turn back nor change course to deal with these Waterdrops, as helpless as lambs to the slaughter.

Facing this situation, the Trisolarans had no options left; Lin Sen's every pore was filled with cunning, having considered every scenario, and the simple Trisolarans were no match for him.

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The Trisolaran world.

The Military Governor scanned all the military staff anxiously, his voice filled with reluctance, "Is there really no way at all? Are we just going to watch helplessly as that warship is taken by humans? How can we accept this!"

At that moment, the meeting room was dead silent; all the military staff remained mute. In those brief few seconds, their minds raced at lightning speed, trying all possible plans, but unfortunately, every plan ended in failure.

The Supreme Leader sighed heavily, "It seems we are still no match for them in terms of strategy! Yet they have already come to match us in technology.

"What can being reluctant do? We have to admit, we have failed.

"We can't even wish to accept defeat with dignity anymore."

Strategy Governor, "Perhaps we need to reconsider Lin Sen's proposal.

"In the current circumstances, we no longer have any capital to lose; humans obtaining one warship is essentially no different from them getting a hundred.

"I suggest we ask all the crew members on every warship; if they are willing to endure humiliation, we can allow them to surrender.

"At first, they will inevitably face an extremely harsh survival test as prisoners. They will bear the profound hostility and anger of the human society, even being used as test subjects.

"At the same time, they might be forced to accept human culture and values, gradually erasing their Trisolaran identity. Such mistreatment will not only ravage their bodies but also torment their souls.

"But as time goes by, human hatred may subside. Then, we can integrate into human society in a much humbler manner, atoning for our past actions.

"Simultaneously, culturally, we will vigorously advocate for peace in hopes of guiding humanity towards it.

"Such measures may have limited effectiveness, but every bit of hope is worth trying for us. As long as we can delay humans from embarking on a light-year expedition, even by just a year, it would be a huge victory for us.

"Thus, we can secure precious escape opportunities for more Trisolarans.

"Now, our choice is no longer about how to confront humans but is about urgently planning and executing an escape plan."

Science Governor, "This is an inescapable reality; we must prioritize the future of the Trisolarans, making escape our only option."

The other Governors concurred, unanimously believing that surrendering to humans was now their best option under the current circumstances.

However, for the nearly ten million Trisolarans on those hundred warships, they would endure the most brutal mistreatment, certain to become the outlet for human fury.

And they would have to endure humiliation, becoming the lowliest species in the human world. They can only hope that humans will lessen their hatred of Trisolaris, delaying the timing of human expeditions.

The Governors urgently contacted commanders and crew members on all the warships, seeking their opinions.

Now these Trisolarans understood the mission resting on their shoulders — surrender, a term virtually nonexistent in Trisolaran culture, had become their sole route of escape.

They were different from the Trisolarans of the warship that had lost contact 40 years earlier and was captured; for those Trisolarans, humans harbored little hatred, and instead extended their sympathy.

First, thirty years had passed since the Doomsday Battle, and the harm they had caused to humans in the war was not that significant, so human hatred had waned over time.

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Second, they have the mighty Trisolaran civilization as their backing, and Humanity dares not treat them harshly or even provoke them, hoping instead for a harmonious coexistence between the two civilizations.

Dominant civilizations favor the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, imposing their will through force, and acquiring strength from outside.

Weaker civilizations yearn for harmony and fairness, rely on moral expectations, yet they do not give up their rights and struggles, compromising for survival, and realizing weak acquisitions from the outside world.

Times change, and the tides of strength and weakness are not eternal. No approach is absolutely right; they are all philosophies of survival that civilizations adopt while adapting to their environments in the pursuit of existence and development.

However, for the Trisolarans now surrendering, the situation has changed drastically. The once-powerful Trisolaran civilization backing them has disappeared, leaving Humanity with no more reservations in how they treat them.

In the eyes of Humanity, they are no longer the awe-inspiring advanced civilization they once were, but are more akin to insignificant "bugs," hardly eliciting any pity.

More importantly, the losses this battle has brought to Humanity are unprecedented, at least twenty times that of the Battle of Doom.

One can imagine the dire straits these surrendering Trisolarans will now face, struggling desperately to survive amidst the rage and hatred of the human world.

Their state of mind, if compared from a human perspective, could probably only be understood by Yun Tianming.

Mere death, for them, has become a longed-for escape. However, being captives in an alien world would be a nightmare more cruel than hell itself.

The moment Yun Tianming entered the Trisolaran world, he became the focus of the Trisolarans' scientific research. Undoubtedly, the most attractive research direction was to explore the limits of human pain perception, searching Yun Tianming's deep memories, probing his innermost fears, and then analyzing his personal experiences and psychological makeup.

And Yun Tianming would have no chance of relief, for he must constantly endure torment a hundred times more painful than death itself.

Such pain, as if throwing him into an endless purgatory, traps him in an infinite cycle of agony and struggle.

Now, these Trisolarans were about to face a similar fate to Yun Tianming's.

They could never return to the Trisolaran world. From the moment they entered the human civilization, they were no longer merely Trisolarans; not human, not divine, not ghostly, forever falling into the abyss of hell.

Yet, for the survival of their species, they were forced to compromise and live humbly, enduring the rage and hatred of Humanity. They must demonstrate their sincerity in an attempt to mitigate human anger, all to carve out a slim chance of survival for the Trisolarans.

It was endless torment, but they must persevere, for it was their only hope.

In the end, the majority of Trisolarans aboard these hundred warships chose to surrender to Humanity, with only a very few opting for suicide.

They did not choose suicide out of a selfish desire to escape, but because they understood how difficult it was to deceive Humanity.

The only way to deceive Humanity was to first deceive themselves, and unable to endure the inner conflict and struggle, they opted for suicide.

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Meanwhile, Lin Sen faced the Sophon sphere, his gaze steady and resolute, as if emanating an irresistible power. He asked in a deep voice,

"What, indeed, is your choice?"

As his words fell, they served as Humanity's final ultimatum to the Trisolarans.

Capturing the Trisolaran warships was not his ultimate goal, his aim was still to capture these nearly ten million Trisolarans.

In the eyes of the Trisolarans, Lin Sen was not filled with calculations in every pore, but in every cell.

A true union of civilizations is not non-existent; a civilization's union is ultimately the absorption of the weaker by the more powerful.

Lin Sen's move seemed to be an attempt to integrate Humanity with the Trisolarans, to form a mutually inclusive symbiotic relationship. Wasn't there also a human who had entered the Trisolaran world?

These millions of Trisolarans, like a branch of the Trisolaran civilization, if they could find a niche in human society, perhaps the outcome might be different?

Was this Lin Sen's rehearsal for a union of civilizations?

Perhaps the Trisolarans should also make a different choice!

On the Sophon sphere, subtitles emerged one by one with difficulty—each character seemingly carrying a heavy historical mission. They trembled hard and finally converged into a sentence:

[We are willing to surrender...]