Sibia Empire, Northern War Zone, Qiulin City, Niujiao Village. In the misty morning light, the sound of gold and iron ringing constantly sounded.
"Go forward - turn left - go forward..." In the sound of the order, the assault infantry phalanx of the Divine Alliance appeared outside the village, walking step by step along the bare farmland. The strongest soldiers, the most sophisticated equipment,
The most precise command: "Stop!"
"Boom, boom!" After two sounds, the phalanx stopped. The officers and soldiers in bright clothes and armor protected their chests with shields and held their swords tightly. Their serious expressions were a little nervous.
Within the strict lines of the phalanx, everyone is in a state of stillness, like a group of sculptures frozen in the field. Only the breeze blows a piece of white tassel, swaying gently in the cold air.
Opposite this coalition formation was a border guard formation of the Sibia Army. A row of generals and officials had already stood at the front of the formation. They had different expressions, and some of them were scolding: "XX, you XX."
, I have to plow the ground again."
"It doesn't matter, they will pay the price." The eldest Count Durang Hisoka smiled and walked to the middle of the two armies: "According to the negotiation rules, the commander-in-chief of the invading army and his staff, intelligence department, operations department, and logistics department
And the commanders of each legion enter!"
After a long time, a dozen generals surrounded the commander of the coalition forces and walked out of the phalanx and walked towards Count Durang Sissot.
At this time, Prince Ulysses had a solemn expression, wearing a pair of luxurious gold armor, and a lot of things that he should be wearing with him. Although his steps were not messy, every time he stepped on his feet, they seemed much heavier than before.
When the group of people stopped, Count Durang nodded to Prince Ulysses and shouted loudly: "Please come forward, the negotiator of the Sbia Northern War Zone!"
Surrounded by a group of officers, two very young generals, a civil servant in his mid-thirties and a middle-aged man who was missing his left calf and wore a rare military uniform, walked up side by side.
They are just civil servants, but the attire of these two young generals does not belong to the Guards or the Guards, and there is also a disabled soldier who does not wear a military rank... Seeing this strange and weird negotiating team, their expressions were solemn.
Prince Ulysses could not help but frown and looked at Count Durand with doubtful eyes.
"The laws of the Sibia Empire stipulate that all foreign affairs and military negotiations must involve the participation of relevant generals and local military and political leaders." Count Durang explained: "Please let me introduce to you, this person is the first negotiator.
Major General Glens of the Imperial Army. This one is the royal representative, Major General Scindia of the Empire. This one is the mayor of Qiulin City, and this one is the commander of the soldiers of Niujiao Village."
Following Count Durand's introduction, Prince Ulysses nodded to each other, not even in the mood to say polite words such as "Nice to meet you". Finally, his eyes stayed on Glens: "Glens
Major General, if I remember correctly..."
In fact, when they heard this name, the eyes of the coalition generals changed a little. Because the outcome of this war had a lot to do with this major general and the Youshui Army he led. In other words, it was the various actions of the Youshui Army.
As a result, the divine coalition suffered a bitter fruit.
"Your Excellency the Prince remembers correctly, I am the former Welsh soldier who surrendered to Emperor Sbia." Major General Glens admitted his identity frankly: "If there are no other questions, let's talk about the substance.
Regarding the above matter, when can the invading army lay down its arms?"
"When we can lay down our weapons depends on the outcome of the negotiations between us!" As the loser, Prince Ulysses subconsciously did not want to enter the negotiation process soon, as if the time passing at this moment was a A good medicine to soothe the pain of defeat in his heart: "Where are the other commanders in the northern theater? Have Lieutenant General Carlos and the two princes returned to the Holy Capital?"
"Your Excellency, you know that I have no obligation to answer your question." Major General Glens' expression was lukewarm, and his tone was unhurried: "However, as a sign of goodwill, I can tell you that war is very important to you. It is over for us, but that is not the case for us. At this time, the troops led by Lieutenant General Carlos are working hard for the real end of the war."
"Silver Frost Castle!" Prince Ulysses's face changed. The cruel facts were once again placed in front of him, almost making the prince unable to breathe.
"Your Excellency, after all, you can't help others now." Seeing the appearance of Prince Ulysses, Durang Sisuo comforted him softly: "Others have their own destiny, just like children. It’s like having your own choice…”
"Thank you. Actually, you don't need to remind me of this."
At this time, Prince Ulysses was not worried about his children as Count Durang said. The army behind him completely occupied his heart, and the prince wanted to look back and take a look at it. Before surrendering, one should take another look at his soldiers and the flying flag of the commander-in-chief...
However, he can't look back! He must look squarely at the Sibia representative in front of him. Any slight oversight or even a change in expression will make the Sibia people see through their concerns, leading to the deterioration of the negotiation results. Sibia People will once again crush the bones of the coalition forces and directly absorb the marrow inside!
And the hundreds of thousands of people behind them had only this little hope left.
Prince Ulysses suppressed the hatred in his heart, thought over and over again, and decided to disrupt the usual order of negotiations and start with the troops first to strive for better results: "If you surrender, how will Sibia treat our soldiers? I Guess I need a guarantee."
"Your Excellency, there is something crucial that I want to state first." As the "Royal Representative", Major General Scindia spoke with a smile: "The Sibiya Empire never takes pleasure in massacre. But I think you also understand, Prince. The troops are just additional conditions for your personal surrender. All we want is you, and as for them, we can't make any guarantees now."
"Is this what we get for surrendering?" The prince shook his head: "Not even a minimum guarantee?"
"What awaits them will be a trial. All the crimes your army committed against the Sibia Empire during the war must be repaid to us one by one." The smile on Major General Scindia's face has disappeared: "Your Excellency, Prince He is the commander-in-chief and has always been the commander-in-chief. I believe you are very aware of how many things the troops under your command did during the war that have nothing to do with the war."
"You just stepped on my land! There is a road, so you have to pass through the ground!" The Niujiao village soldier commander could not bear it for a long time. He pointed at the phalanx behind and shouted: "The royal decree stipulates that anyone who tramples on farmland wantonly , twenty sticks, three months of hard labor!”
"Even Sbia's army can't completely prevent this kind of thing, right? During the war, many things cannot be inferred based on common sense..." Prince Ulysses ignored the accusations of the militia commander. In fact, instead of No commander can face such simple anger.
"Of course, during the trial, our military judge will handle it as appropriate."
"So, what happens to the troops who are not guilty?"
"It depends on what His Majesty the Emperor arranges, but I personally suggest that you don't worry." Major General Glens said: "You can look at me and my troops, and you will have a rough idea of the future treatment of the troops under your command. Of course,
There are also many differences in the surrendered armies, but there is no essential difference - if the Sibia Empire does not fight, we will still have a lot of land to cultivate."
Hearing this, a general next to Prince Ulysses said angrily: "Your Excellency, are you saying that we actually have no other choice in this negotiation?"
"How come there is no choice?" Major General Scindia put a gentle smile on his face again: "We sincerely hope that you will choose the method of unconditional surrender. By ending this war, you will be able to get rid of this nightmare."
"Nightmare? What could be more nightmare than unconditional surrender?" Another coalition general protested dissatisfied, but his tone and voice were under certain control.
"Yes, and it will happen soon." Major General Glenns answered clearly: "Those people will regret not following your troops in surrendering unconditionally."
These threatening words intensified the resistance of the coalition generals, and both sides looked a little uncomfortable. The victor felt that the enemy had not yet been convinced, and the loser felt even more uncomfortable in the chest and short of breath.
Count Durang, who was next to him, laughed, stretched out his hand in front of him, and pressed his palm down slightly: "Everyone, please calm down. This is a negotiation. If you have anything to say, talk it over."
Then, the old nobleman looked at Prince Ulysses: "Your Excellency, please understand these young generals. They have very heavy responsibilities and their style of doing things is inevitably more direct than ours. However, the prince also has some concerns about the current situation.
Do you understand? As the saying goes, sooner rather than later, if there is no result in today's negotiations, the situation will become more serious."
"But I must get the most basic guarantee." The prince stated his bottom line: "Sibiya cannot hand over the surrendered soldiers to the Divine Alliance!"
"His Majesty the Emperor has explained this before." The mayor of Qiulin City, who has been silent, said: "The surrendered soldiers are not slaves or prisoners of war in terms of status, but prisoners of Sbia. But even if they are
The prisoners are also from Sibia."
The prince nodded and approved Sibia's handling method. After all, it would be good if the surrendered soldiers survived. Then, he had to fight for the life support of another group: "There are many nobles in our army, Sibia
How is the empire arranged?”
"How about I answer this question? After all, they are all military generals!" Count Durand said seriously: "Prince, and everyone else, you should know that the nobles of the Sibia Empire are no longer the nobles they used to be.
, we cannot transcend war, operate both inside and outside the empire, and we are no longer a symbol of privilege..."
"As I said before, after the trial, you will be ordinary members of Sbia. Those who should serve your sentence will be served, and those who should be retained will be retained. Whether you can still retain your noble title and treatment depends on your contribution to the empire."
Seeing that Sibia had no intention of severely punishing the nobles, Prince Ulysses was somewhat relieved, and then said: "For various reasons, some generals and nobles in the army are unwilling to surrender and have been controlled. How will they be treated?"
deal with?"
"Such people are considered prisoners, and they will also be tried, and there will be no possibility of forgiveness or reduction in sentencing." Major General Glens replied: "The choices you make must be borne by yourself."
At this point, the substantive issues have been discussed, and there is nothing else to say to this group of Sbia representatives, who are mainly generals.
Prince Ulysses turned to look at his generals. Most of the generals looked back at him silently. Only two of the generals stood a few steps away and saluted the prince and his colleagues: "Your Excellency, my subordinates only
Please take care of yourself as you can serve here."
"My king." The prince turned away and couldn't bear to look at the familiar face again: "I'm sorry for you."
"Prince, there is no need to blame yourself. We can no longer follow the prince because of family reasons." The two generals turned around and said to General Sibia: "I will lead the troops to garrison the small post ten miles away. After noon, you will
You can attack. Please be fierce when attacking. This is the best way for us to end our fighting career."
Major General Glens stared at the two men silently, saying nothing for a long time.
"We are General Sibia and cannot return the favor to the invading army." Major General Scindia took a step forward and replied seriously: "But please don't worry, we will meet the requirements of the two soldiers."
After the two generals who could not surrender or be captured left, Count Durand said to the prince: "In this case, please His Excellency the prince and all the generals to hand over their swords, sign the surrender document, and then order all ministries to disarm and march out of camp."
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A dilapidated long table was placed between the two representatives. Five surrender documents were lined up on the rough tabletop. The paper was dazzlingly white and the ink was frighteningly dark.
With a "pop!" sound, the prince's left hand grabbed the sword. Due to excessive force, he could not take it off smoothly. In the end, he broke the hanging chain abruptly. Then, as if he was holding his own heart, he slowly
He raised the sword to his chest.
This sword weighs as much as a thousand pounds at this moment.
"This sword." After stroking the scabbard for the last time, thousands of thoughts were surging in Prince Ulysses' mind at the same time. His eyes were dark and his tone was tired: "I have been following this king for thirty years..."
"This will be written on the label." Major General Glens stepped forward and took the prince's sword with one hand. After waving his hand, the officer behind him gave the signature pen and ink.
At this point, the prince smiled sadly, leaned down and signed his name on the document.
After all the representatives signed, Major General Glens picked up the surrender letter. His voice, through sound transmission magic, echoed in a messy field, echoed in the ruined towns, and echoed in the ears of the soldiers of both armies.
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"...In the presence of all the representatives, I hereby declare that, with the authorization of His Majesty the Emperor, I, Major General Glenns, on behalf of the Northern Theater Command of the Spea Empire, accept Prince Carl Ulysses
and the unconditional surrender of the invading army of the Divine Alliance under its command!"
After a period of terrible silence, earth-shaking cheers rang out from the Sibia Army position on the side of Niujiao Village! The faces of the surrendering party turned pale in the cheers.
On that day, in addition to a coalition force of more than 2,000 people who was burned to ashes because they refused to surrender, 90,000 divine coalition combat troops and 70,000 non-combat troops all surrendered. At this point, the divine coalition forces all surrendered.
After suffering more than 60% casualties, the main force ceased to exist.
This was the largest surrender in the history of the Sbia Empire's wars, and also the highest level.
Excluding Prince Ulysses, the commander of the Divine Alliance, there were four generals, nine lieutenant generals, 26 major generals, and 43 brigadiers who surrendered their swords. The surrendering troops belonged to five empires and ten
There are nine legions, half of which are Guards holding the royal flag, so among the surrendered generals, there are also a large number of royal relatives.
As the final battle in the northern war zone, the counterattack against Yinshuang Province had officially begun on the third day after the signing of the surrender document under the direct command of the two Princes of Sibia and the General Staff Officer. For those stationed in Yinshuang
For the more than 80,000 coalition troops near the fort, the most tragic fate awaits them - because the Riva Second Guards Army has already started fighting with the coalition strategic reserves, their retreat is completely cut off.
The Divine Alliance announced at the first opportunity: Because the Sibia people used inhumane warfare methods, all the loyal and brave frontline troops of the coalition have been sacrificed. As for how to prevent these people from appearing again in the future, of course, we must discuss it carefully with the Sibia Empire.
It is inevitable to negotiate and give some benefits, but there is always room for negotiation - this is how such problems were solved in the past.
However, all of this has nothing to do with the people who surrendered. The coalition soldiers and generals who took off their armor are marching to the south of the Sibia Empire. They have been completely disrupted and will be accepted separately when they camp.
After asking, you will be judged when you arrive at your destination. The road ahead is uncertain and unpredictable.
After watching the last former coalition soldier walk out of sight, Prince Ulysses, wearing a robe, boarded the ship and faced his fate alone. Among the accompanying entourage, only one orderly and one chamberlain were his former
The subordinates' personal bodyguards have long been replaced by the Sibia Royal Guards sent by Prince Visu Keda.
In addition, the Sibia people also arranged three adjutants for the prince. They are a major of the Guards, a major of the navy, and a major commander of the garrison.
These three people took care of everything, and were even responsible for arranging the prince's daily schedule. Fortunately, they did not embarrass the prince, and the daily expenses were provided according to the prince's standards, including military and political documents that only the Sibia nobles could see.
Delivered to the prince on time every day...
In addition, the prince can also see a series of top-secret documents that ordinary nobles cannot have access to.
Recorded in these documents are the war files between several of the prince's sons and daughters and the Tanxi army. It contains detailed records of the ordnance, cloth, food, and even a considerable number of military instructors provided by the Sibia intelligence agency to the Tanxi rebels...
Said that without the support of the Sibia intelligence agency, the prince's children could not persist, at least their situation would be much worse than it is now. Cohen Keda was using this way to explain that his family had lost a
If you are clean and thorough, you have to expect him to live, right?
At first, the prince thought that his lieutenants were going to encourage him to write a memorial or something. It was not until later that he learned that all the treatment given to him was the intention of Prince Visu Keda, and that Keon Keda did not issue any orders against him.
any command.
Visu Keda may be thinking about old friendships, or he may have other motives, but in any case, this kind of soft life is not much better than a beheading knife. In the past, he could manage everything, and manage it well.
Ulysses suddenly became an audience. Although he was not desolate yet, he was somewhat uncomfortable physically and mentally.
After arriving in the Holy Capital, nothing changed. After changing to a carriage and arriving at a villa in the falling cold rain, Prince Ulysses settled down. No one came to visit him, and he couldn't visit others, or even visit others.
He met with his captured second son. However, the prince did not protest fiercely, nor did he drink to drown his sorrows. Instead, he indulged in the divine and demonic military maps he drew every day, and seemed to be enjoying himself.
Finally, one very ordinary morning, the prince's adjutant came to inform him to put on formal clothes and prepare to go out.
After getting off the tightly covered carriage, Prince Ulysses found himself in a small security zone on the edge of a broad avenue.
The spacious street has been cleaned almost spotlessly, and there are brand new carpets on the road. The patterns on it should be trophies from the Demon Alliance. On both sides of the avenue, every ten steps stands a stern-faced Guardsman.
Both hands held a brand-new flag of the Sbia Empire. Two energetic flag-guards stood on the left and right, holding the unsheathed sword in their right hands against their chests. The sharp tip of the sword was frozen three inches away from their cheeks.
It's like another vigilant eye of the flag guard.
The military flags and imperial flags arranged along the street are as continuous as a river, with many small warning areas drawn in the middle, where Sbia's internal affairs or military officials, nobles, foreign envoys, etc. are standing. Beyond a warning line at the back, there are countless people.
The residents of the Holy City had expressions of anxious anticipation on their faces, but they maintained absolute silence.
This formation and scale can only be a triumphal ceremony for Cohen Kedar.
Prince Ulysses knew very well that the return of Cohen Keda to the Holy Capital meant that the war was completely over, and Sibia had also arranged all the subsequent matters. However, in such a short period of time, the young Cohen
·Can Keda really be prepared for everything?
Just as the prince was thinking about it, a carriage slowed down beside him, and then there was the sound of opening the window. The adjutants standing next to the prince stood at attention: "I have seen the imperial concubine!"
Prince Ulysses turned his head and saw Princess Feline Rona of Sbia. He was a little surprised. Because at this time, the first princess of the empire who was sitting in the carriage had no trace of her face on her slightly thin face.
The grief of losing a loved one in the war did not face the hatred of the murderer, but just looked at him with a very dull look.
"I have met the imperial concubine." Prince Ulysses could still keep smiling and saluted: "I heard that the imperial concubine was unwell a few days ago. Is she feeling well now?"
"The empire is experiencing war, so it is natural that it will be busy. A minor illness is not a serious problem, but the Prince is concerned about it." Princess Feilin replied slowly: "Seeing the Prince here, I wanted to come over and say hello."
"How can I be worthy of the imperial concubine's greetings now that I am in a state of sin?" The prince smiled bitterly, saluted again, and then said seriously: "I am very sorry about Marshal Martin Luther's accident in the war...
…”
"Yes, that was an accident." Princess Feilin's expression did not change at all: "Since His Excellency the Prince mentioned the war, let me ask you - how does the Prince feel about this war?"
"Regret." Prince Ulysses replied calmly: "Now, I only have deep regret in my heart."
"War will always bring us a lot of regrets. I wonder what kind of regret the prince has now?"
"Of course I regret this result. I regret that I did not achieve my goal." Prince Ulysses said lightly: "Of course the princess knows that anyone in my position would do the same thing. It's just that
I want to go deeper."
"But in my opinion, it is most regrettable that Your Excellency the Prince wants to block the path of the Sbia Empire's power." Princess Feilin shook her head: "With the prince's wisdom, you can't fail to see it.
That’s it!”
"Of course I know that the power of the Sibia Empire is irreversible, but I also know that the Sibia Empire must be restrained." The prince said: "Otherwise, Sibia will not be deterred or restricted.
What will be the final consequences of Asia? The alliance will be unbalanced, the entire continent will be in chaos, and it will trigger the end of mankind. Is this the result your country wants?"
"Does the prince think that the powerful Sibiya Empire will lead to the end of mankind?" Princess Feilin tilted her head slightly, as if she was observing an animal in a cage: "In other words, every empire
After becoming strong, do you always aim for this?"
"Strength, weakness, and collapse are the eternal principles of all things. The same is true for every empire. Along with this process, it will definitely bring huge disasters to mankind. And..."
"And the Sibia Empire is growing very fast, isn't it?" Princess Feilin snatched away the prince's words at the right time, but her expression was still so calm: "If Sibia's decline and collapse are also so fast, then what will happen to it?"
The harm to humans will be many times greater... These are the words the prince wants to say, right?"
"This kind of damage will definitely exceed the limit of human endurance." The prince indirectly acknowledged the princess's statement.
"The prince seems to have forgotten to include my husband and consider more people together."
"I am an ordinary person, and I also hope that Cohen and Sibia can do great things that no one has accomplished." The prince sighed, and finally a trace of fatigue appeared on his face: "But I am really an ordinary person.
When considering countermeasures, I cannot include a single special case. Cohen or the Sbia Empire...are beyond my ability to predict."
"Your Excellency has plenty of time now. You will see everything one by one." The imperial concubine stretched out her hand, slowly lowered the curtains, and finally said through the car window: "What the prince cannot do by himself does not mean that
No one else can do it."
Under the prince's silent and bitter smile, the carriage of the First Princess set off again and drove away along the avenue.
At this time, a long sound of horns came from the walls of the Holy Capital, and a large transport ship appeared on the canal in the distance. (To be continued)