In the winter season, the snow is drifting, and the Slavs' offensive is completely stopped, "The Slavs should be about to be unable to bear it!" "Under the fat man's combat intentions, Salonn personally took a hundred black-armored guards cavalry out of the gate of the city wall the next day, and saw the cavalry coming out of the city wall, and the Slavs on the opposite side had a dead face, according to the general situation, at this time the torches should be lit and reported to the rear, but the severe cold made the wood on the watchtower burn long ago, looking at the cavalry attacking from afar, they were frightened and didn't even dare to gnaw the atmosphere,

There are only 3 people in each watchtower, which is originally used for surveillance, and has no combat ability, and if it encounters a strong attack, there is only a dead end.

Seeing that no one took care of him, Salon was obviously a little dissatisfied, he deliberately found the largest watchtower, ordered his subordinates to stop their horses, raised his hand, and a translator seconded from the Fifth Army came out of the cavalry ranks,

The interpreter raised his head, tore his throat and shouted above the sentry with all his might, "Listen to the people inside, tell your people, in three days, here we will negotiate an armistice! If you don't come, then wait until the beginning of spring tomorrow!"

"Do you hear that? as if to negotiate an armistice?" the Slavs looked at each other, and someone peeked out half of his head from the watchtower, glanced at the black cavalry below with a grim face, and shrank back in fright

"There won't be any problems, probably not everyone is deaf!"

Salon, who waited for half a sound and did not respond, pouted in dissatisfaction, and for the sake of safety, Salon ordered his men to shoot the negotiation book, and the guards rolled up the negotiation book and tied it to the crossbow arrow, and then shot the crossbow arrow steadily into the wooden frame of the watchtower

"This should be fine!" Saron glanced at the location where the crossbow bolt had been fired, muttered to himself, and led the cavalry away with some impatience,

Looking at the black cavalry roaring away, the Slavs in the watchtower breathed a sigh of relief. The officer in charge of the watchtower hurriedly came to the wooden frame, looked at it suspiciously for a while, pulled off the cluster of arrows inserted in it with both hands, and took down the scroll tied to it, the scroll was written in Slavic script, the officer could easily understand it, he only glanced at it and felt the severity of the incident, and immediately rolled the scroll with a solemn expression, and carefully hugged it with a piece of animal skin,

"Someone. Go and bring Sven IV to me!I must go to the base camp immediately' The officer excitedly shouted to his subordinates, "My lord, have you forgotten? Sven IV has been eaten by your order!" The soldier replied with an ugly face, Sven IV is the name of a horse, and horses are valuable in the eyes of the Slavs, even if they are a front-line sentry, there is only a three-year-old adult horse to carry information, but in the midst of hunger and cold, such supplies are difficult to preserve"Is it? I gave such an order?" The officer was stunned for a moment. Shaking his head, "Hey, it looks like I can only use it!" "What is it?" the soldiers asked, "Hope, hope to live!" The officer replied loudly, holding up the animal skin wrapped in the scroll in his hand. Not daring to delay any time, he walked back to the base camp ten miles away, and in the afternoon the negotiating documents were delivered to the leaders of the Slavs.

"What do you think about the other party's request for negotiation?"

In some of the cold tents, bright bonfires shone on the faces of the Slavic chiefs. Mixed with a low dry cough, all the leaders crowded the tent, and the rare light made everyone's face look a little ruddy,

The Slavs claim to be millions, but most of them are old and weak women and children who have no combat power, these people are not concentrated in the front line, but are distributed in hundreds of square kilometers behind the Slavic combat units, and the real front-line soldiers are only about 200,000,

In the first battle, three leaders were killed, and more than 30,000 young men were killed, which really frightened the Slavs, and if they continued to fight like this, it would take at least 100,000 lives to capture the terrible city wall, and they would have to go south to survive, not to die! "I don't think there is a need for negotiations! As long as we find the way to the east, we can bypass it!" A leader whispered, as Julils Forberg said, the Slavs are astonishing in their tenacity, they are a nation that has never lacked brave men, and when they found that the road ahead was not clear, the Slavs naturally started to make a detour,

On the one hand, they put a large army on the front, and on the other hand, they chose to send a small force to the barrier mountain range in the east, from the news sent back, the Gallic Empire has almost no troops in the barrier mountain range, but the threat of the long wall is like a sharp sword, so that the Slavic army does not dare to make any movement, some elite small troops have entered the barrier mountain range, this elite small army has the heavy responsibility of finding a way in the barrier mountain range,

"It is still unknown whether the road to the east can be opened, will we just keep consuming it?" The tone of the leader was not good, and the negotiation that the Long Wall side could take the initiative to propose made the Slavic leaders very surprised, but they were also obviously very moved,

Millions of people were stranded here, and in order to get food, the roots of the grass were dug up for fifty miles, and the weather was terrible, and the nearby forests had long been cut down by the Slavs, leaving only bare wooden stakes covered with mud.

With a few snowfalls, now even this stake has been dug up for food, and the team looking for wood to keep warm has run a distance of 200 miles, but still found nothing, and the desolation of the northwest region has made the situation of the Slavs increasingly difficult,

Every day people froze to death in the cold wind, starved to death, wounded soldiers brought with them infectious diseases such as typhoid fever and dysentery, and swaths of Slavs fell, and even if they were isolated, there was no way,

In the dark night, some fires burned lonely, making a crackling sound of burning grease, and the strong scorching smell made people want to vomit, even if the cold whole body shivered and curled up together, no one was willing to come to these fires to keep warm, because it was a fire that burned corpses, and it was the flame of death.

This is the struggle of a people, and the leaders know very well that the long wall cannot stop them, and their greatest enemy is not the long wall, but time, the cold of winter!

"In any case, this negotiation will not lose us!" With this in mind, the Slavs agreed to the negotiation, and within the long wall, for the negotiator, the fat man finally chose the bold and cautious and shameless Ssalon,

Although Duo Xue is a civil minister, he is not as strong as a military general in how to be aggressive in negotiations and bring the momentum of the battlefield to the negotiation field.

In a sense, this is not a negotiation, but a last resort to force the Slavs to cross the Barrier Mountains and march into the hinterland of the empire......, or continue to consume them like this!