"It's impossible, it's just a dream! How could the great British Empire compromise with these lowly people? Tell them that the wounded must be returned, even if it is only one who died, I will bury them all, no, I will leave them all dead. I will also hang their bodies on the walls of their capital, so that all can see and resist the fate of the British Empire. After listening to the other party's conditions, Chad was angry and roared like an octopus.

The interpreter looked at Chad and the adjutant with some embarrassment, if this is really translated, it is estimated that those wounded will never come back.

The people on the other side were obviously not the weak and incompetent guys of the Qing court.

If they're the same kind of people, then why not run away? Rather, it's to draw them here?

No one is going to block all their retreats, and the coalition forces have already scouted this position in advance.

This is a desperate array, that is, they themselves sealed all the retreats, and at the same time sealed all the possibilities of the coalition forces to go around.

Another meaning is that these people have never planned to get out alive since they got up this mountain.

And they have so much heavy firepower in their hands, plus a geographical advantage.

Unless they run out of ammunition on their side, it will be difficult for the coalition forces to attack.

Of course, there is another option, and that is to increase the number of troops.

Attack simultaneously from all sides, limiting the density of enemy fire on the opposite side as much as possible, so that as long as there is a breakthrough, it will not be difficult to take this position.

But is it possible? A team of 3,000 people, a charge lost almost a third of the troops, will the headquarters increase the troops? Even if the troops are increased, will the leader of the team still be Chad?

"Your Excellency Colonel, judging from the current situation, it is very likely that the other side is ready to die, and we have no effect on their threat, and it may even be counterproductive." The adjutant reminded.

Maybe it's because Chad is willing to make meritorious contributions, even if it's for the rank on his shoulders to be promoted as soon as possible.

But this is not the ultimate reason for him to lose his mind, although the adjutant is only an entourage, but he also has a certain status in front of the commander, their words may not be able to make the commander make a decision, but sometimes it will affect the commander's choice.

"So what? It is impossible for the British Empire to compromise with any enemy, this is a matter of principle. Even when things have gotten worse, Chad has maintained the pride of the British. Even if his decision would cost hundreds of wounded his lives, he felt compelled to save Britain's face.

"But the British Empire will not let any of the warriors of the empire die needlessly, Your Excellency Colonel, you must calm down and rethink the matter. We have to get the wounded back first, and then we have to find a way to eliminate them. The adjutant said resolutely.

If they really do it the way Chad, they will only be the ones who will be unlucky in the end.

You know, among the wounded were British, Japanese, Russians, Americans, and French. As for the Indian Ah San or something, if they die, they will die, and no one will care about them.

If they do, they will not only be under pressure from within themselves, but also from the other four countries.

This is not something they can withstand, they have to do everything they can to get the wounded back first.

"Damn it!" Chad kicked the teacup off the ground so hard that he couldn't just hack the soldier to death, but his reason, which had just been awakened by the adjutant, told him that he couldn't do it.

"Tell him that they want too much, that we don't have that much, and that we can't give them that much." After calming down, Chad said helplessly.

The adjutant nodded, and the interpreter began to translate.

Because the person sent by Wang Sirui to deliver the message was just a small soldier, he was just a messenger and could not make any decisions.

After the British made an intention to compromise, the two sides agreed to negotiate in the middle of the position immediately.

Chad was too old to climb up and down, so he gave carte blanche to his adjutant to negotiate.

Chad stayed behind to stay in the camp, and after the adjutant had left, Chadra passed a herald and handed him a letter he had just written.

Immediately, the herald immediately ran in the direction of the capital.

However, Chad would never have imagined that the herald he sent out would be shot and killed by the scout squad soldiers who were ambushed on the side of the road shortly after leaving, and the letter was also captured.

Although the letter was seized, because the mountain had been sealed, they could not deliver the letter to Wang Sirui's hands in the first place.

Wang Sirui stood between the second and third barbed wire, and the adjutant stood between the first and second barbed wire.

Although this was beyond the safety zone between the two sides, the British had no choice but to do what Wang Sirui demanded.

"Your Excellency, this of your actions does not seem to be the proper bearing of a gentleman." Adjutant Captain Alves shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly.

"My definition of a gentleman is that everything is based on the British, and what the British do, I will follow, and if I am not a gentleman, then please tell me, what is a gentleman? At least, I didn't kill civilians. Wang Sirui smiled and asked rhetorically.

Wang Sirui hated those 'civilized people' who regarded themselves as gentlemen, but killed people everywhere and set fires, and it was obvious that Alves's plan to use the British theory to persuade Wang Sirui was bound to fail.

"The British don't threaten each other with these wounded, do they?" Alves said with some unconvinced.

"Well, I don't want to go on with the gentleman, and if I can, I'd like to come back to you after the war. Now answer me, have you agreed to our terms? Wang Sirui waved his hand and asked domineeringly.

When the fuck was this? The ghost has the time to discuss with you what bullshit gentlemen are not gentlemen.

What is Gentleman? Whoever is the boss of the world is a gentleman, and the rest are all fucking barbarians, this is Wang Sirui's opinion on the issue of gentlemen.

Alves's face was suddenly stunned, he didn't expect that Wang Sirui, who was still a bit of a gentleman before, suddenly turned into a ruffian and hooligan face, which surprised him very much and surprised.

But it's a relief to think about it, after all, it's not a real gentleman, and it was just a superficial kung fu before.

"I'm sorry, your offer is too harsh for us to agree."

"Is there nothing to talk about? Go back and tell your chief that from now on they will not receive any treatment, nor will they receive a drop of water or food, and if I am not happy, they may create some rain of blood to relieve their boredom, and if you are in the same mood, you are more than welcome to come and enjoy the wonderful scenery with me. Wang Sirui shook his head and smiled, intending to terminate this negotiation.

"No, Your Excellency, I think you misunderstood what I meant, I mean that your conditions are too harsh, we don't have so many things, but we can give some of them back in exchange." Alves stretched out two fingers: "Two heavy machine guns, 10,000 bullets, this is our limit." ”

"Dream on!"