"I'm sorry to keep you two waiting for a long time, and I'm late for some urgent military business!"

The fat man walked in from outside the door, under the two thick eyebrows like a sword, his eyes were as sharp as a sharp blade, revealing the domineering spirit of the king's unique killing decision, and there was an indescribable look

"Your Royal Highness, I think we can start!" the fat man swept his gaze, and waved his hand to the nervous red-faced guy in front of him very casually, signaling that he could also sit down,

"In front of the Vecchian Falcon, how can there be a place for my prince!"

Prince Harris smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth, although he was recognized as the most handsome and talented of all the Salander princes, but when he saw it today, he knew what the real troubled man should be!

Just the sound of footsteps has already made him discard his proud dignity in an inexplicable emotion, and the noble title of His Royal Highness the Prince, at this moment, makes people feel so inappropriate,

One is the overlord of the continent in the southwest, and the other is a puppet prince who has no power, although it is only a very casual sentence that can be started, and it has clearly stated who is the leader of this negotiation.

"Grand Duke, this is the negotiation document signed by His Majesty the Great Sultan of Salander, I hope the Grand Duke can take a look!" The third prince, Harris, took the diplomatic document from the hands of the Duke of Cutusson, the Minister of Foreign Affairs behind him, and respectfully handed it to the fat man with both hands,

The fat man unceremoniously took it and opened it, and looked at it carefully with a solemn gaze, his eyes were bright, but his face was a little haggard, and the battle march for days was a very hard thing.

From the deployment of the Battle of Molenburg to the advance all the way to the city of Saliteke, four or five battles of all sizes were fought in the past half month, which not only reversed the unfavorable situation of the entire north being passively beaten at the beginning, but also continuously broke through the defensive circle on the periphery of Salander Kyoto, and kicked tens of thousands of troops in Salander Kyoto.

This is a real field battle, the wind and food, the wind and the wind, so that the fat man who has not marched for a long time is also a little unbearable, and one of the reasons why the fat man makes the army under his command temporarily stop advancing is whether it is the army that is the main operation. or the navy, which is responsible for attacking from the coast on the east and west, is in a period of sick and continuous exhaustion,

Although the current Salander Kyoto, no longer has much ability to rebound, but it cannot be ruled out that the other side of the army may make dangerous moves, in the south of Kyoto, but there is still a 67,000 Normandy army squatting in the eye, if Salander Kyoto does not hesitate to join forces with the Normans,

The Wikian army, which has been fighting continuously for a month, is like a bowstring that has collapsed to the top, and will directly face the Normans who have been watching from the sidelines,

After the big war, the originally clear situation will fall into the quagmire of chaotic war, which the fat man does not want to see, what the fat man needs is a stable north-central Salander to serve as a support point for crossing the sea to attack the rear of the Zode Kingdom.

"Your Royal Highness the Third Prince, please forgive me, I can't accept such a condition!" After a while, the fat man put down his hand in Chinese, his face was full of anger, and his tone was as cold as a knife

"This, how can you say that!" Duke Cottuson, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, said with trembling lips, "We are already willing to cede the seven counties in the north and agree to carry out trade with you Vikia, even if you want to set up a branch of the business alliance, it is not negotiable, such conditions should be enough to make up for the losses of the merchants of Vekia in this war!"

"Hehe, you can really talk nonsense with your eyes open" The fat man smiled disdainfully at the corner of his mouth, our army has occupied one-third of your central region, and is marching deeper into the area, I believe that in less than a month, there will only be 3 central counties in the northwest of Sarande Kyoto, and the rest of the regions will all fall under our control,

You now demand that our army halt its advance and return the land it occupies unconditionally, as long as anyone with a long mind can make a wise refusal!

And your so-called compensation is the territory that has already belonged to the Northern Alliance, and they are our friendliest friends in Vicchia, so I don't need to explain this!"

The fat man spread his hands helplessly, frowned slightly, and said in a solemn tone, "We Wikibians are not a belligerent country, we have never been interested in what our friends have!, we just want to get what we deserve, of course, if necessary, we don't mind taking it from the direct creditor!",

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn, and the third prince of the Salanders, Harris, had beads of sweat on his head, and he had expected such an answer, and he looked at the Duke of Cutusson, the foreign minister next to him, who was known for his short temper, was also blushing at the moment, and his prominent eyes were full of shame

The third prince, Harris, knew the abilities of this extremely wolfish foreign minister, a typical wine bag and rice bag, and the reason why he became the foreign minister of the kingdom was not because of his quick wit, but because the previous foreign ministers were negotiating with the Normans, and their attitude was too tough, which caused the dissatisfaction of the Normans.

Only this Duke of Certussen could please the Normanders, and this time His Majesty the Sultan sent him, not without the intention of repeating the trick,

"Duke of Ktusen, you go down first!" the third prince, Harris, waved his hand to stop the foreign minister who wanted to argue, and asked the foreign minister to step down first, if he continued to let him talk, it angered the Vechia Falcon, this hard-won opportunity would fly away, and the negotiating team would fall into the most wolf situation

When there are only two people left in the room,

The third prince Harris asked bluntly, "I don't know what kind of conditions the Grand Duke needs to be willing to cease fighting?" The Grand Duke's willingness to meet us in his busy schedule shows that this negotiation is not without a chance, otherwise, the Grand Duke and the Grand Duke will not waste time here, it is more practical to go back and prepare for the siege of the city!"

"Your Highness doesn't need to be in a hurry, since it's a negotiation, you have to have some bargaining chips!"

The fat man said coldly, looking very free and easy. In front of Harris, the fat man does not have the demeanor of a generation of heroes at all, he is like an old friend who has been with Harris for decades, and he occasionally passes by today to greet his old friend. He casually curled up his feet in the chair and pulled his trench coat tight.

"Chips?" Harris looked at the fat man puzzled, he still couldn't judge the meaning of the fat man's words, what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of the Vekia Falcon?

The fat man looked at him indifferently, and said with a cold expression, "Don't you understand, then I'll be clear, I will meet you, not to negotiate, but to show you a way to live,

I can let Sarande Kyoto go, but you still can't avoid the fate of destruction, I believe that the people who want you to beat the most now are not my Wikibians, but the nobles of the north and south who have been oppressed by you, even if I promise you not to attack Kyoto, the coalition they form can capture you."

"North-South Coalition ......"

The third prince Harris's mouth was furrowed, and his face became extremely ugly,

Vikia Falcon is right, the nearly 30,000 northern troops blocking the gate of Kyoto this time, except for a very small number of real northerners, most of the others are southern refugees who ran from Kyoto, they were bullied and insulted in Kyoto, and were driven out like refugees by Kyoto when they needed help the most.

In particular, the final southern decree forced tens of thousands of southern nobles into the queue of refugees in the north, and these people's feelings for Kyoto can be expressed in bad and angry, if Kyoto falls into the hands of these resentful people, I am afraid that it will be difficult to avoid a bloody storm of blood for blood

The title of the North-South Coalition Army can be regarded as the tragic situation of the rebellion and separation of the people in Kyoto, which is vividly and vividly expressed

"My building is very simple!" The fat man's gaze swept over Harris's somewhat bleak face, his voice paused, and he said in an accentuated tone, "First, Salander Kyoto has become a vassal kingdom of Vecchia, and the total number of troops has been reduced to less than 20,000, second, the Salander Sultan must abdicate early because of the issuance of that infamous southern decree, and third, Salander Kyoto is divided into four Salander Dominions, which are under the administration of your four brothers,

"That'...... The kingdom of Salander is not finished!"

The third prince, Harris, took a deep breath of cold air, if he followed the fat man's method, the kingdom of Salander would no longer exist zài, at least nominally, the reserved land and military strength would be greatly reduced, and it would completely become a vassal kingdom of Vecchia

"If this is not the case, I am not at ease, and those who are full of resentment will not be reconciled!" the fat man replied, "Only in this way can the pent-up anger in their hearts be appeased, and hundreds of thousands of Kyoto people can get a way to new hope,

You know, the relatives of these northern army have all experienced the cold treatment in Kyoto! No one can guarantee that these crazy guys will not do anything like burning Kyoto or slaughtering the city."

"But, but we haven't reached the Jedi yet!" the third prince Harris argued with a pale face, "We still have 60,000 troops, and we still have four counties including the western sea, and we still have ......"

"Enough, it's time for you to wake up!"

The fat man's face was stern, and he interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "In just two years, you have lost 90 percent of your territory, and more than 90 percent of the officials are not thinking about how to defend your territory, but are thinking about the final way of retreat! Isn't this kind of kingdom not finished? If you continue, it will only become a profound disaster!"

The fat man stared at him with blazing eyes, and asked rhetorically, "There is still hope for such a kingdom, I'm afraid you don't believe it yourself! Whether it is to destroy the country in name or in fact, you must make a decision!"