Holding his long sword, Oleman felt the sweat on his palms. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva along the way. Every step he took seemed to use up all his strength.
He wanted to maintain his elegant posture, but became a little stiff due to being too nervous. Through his visor, he could feel the curious eyes with some hatred and disdain from all directions.
"Hold the flag higher, I don't want to die in this hellish place." As he walked forward, Oleman reminded his attendants without looking back: "I can feel that someone is aiming at me.
!”
The attendant who was following him was so frightened that his steps were confused, and he quickly raised the white flag in his hand higher. As he walked, he shouted loudly, his voice was a bit sharp: "Don't shoot! We are here to negotiate.
!Don’t shoot! We are here to negotiate!”
In this way, they walked all the way to the trench dug by the Airan Hill soldiers, stared at the countless black holes of the guns aimed at them, and stopped in front of an Airan Hill Grenadier Company Commander.
footsteps.
"I am General Oleman! The temporary commander-in-chief of the defense forces near Ludnar. I request to meet with your commander..." Trying to keep his tone calm, Oleman spoke to the man in front of him.
Said word for word.
It is really not easy for him to stand here. For hundreds of years, no senior commander of the Magic Empire has ever stood in front of a mortal and spoken so humbly. It is a miracle that Oleman can adjust his emotions.
You know, not everyone can suddenly recognize reality and accept the cruel reality. Oleman was once a very proud magician and commander, and he was respected even in the Holy Demon Empire.
A senior general.
But now, he can only stand here honestly, preparing to surrender to a group of Mortal Empire soldiers.
What made him even more incredible was that he did not surrender alone. He represented the entire Ludnar City behind him, representing the millions of residents and at least 300,000 troops of various types stationed here.
Although the 300,000 troops are somewhat limited, this number includes at least 100,000 civilians who were recently forcibly recruited into the army, as well as almost another 100,000 firearms troops composed of ordinary civilians of the Holy Demon Empire whose combat effectiveness is not high.
Since the founding of the Magic Empire, there has never been a strange incident of leading an army of 300,000 to surrender to mortals. Even for a magician, surrendering to civilians is a shame.
Therefore, even at this moment, Oleman feels ashamed. His heart is full of unwillingness and bitterness. But there is no way, he dare not show it, because... mortals are now so strong, so strong
Make him afraid.
"Are you here to surrender?" The company commander of Ailan Hill seemed to be focusing on the white flag behind Oleman. He looked at the white flag and then at Aleman's face: "Just
You two?"
"Ahem...I'm here to negotiate...not to surrender..." Although he was here to surrender, Oleman was still unwilling to confess his humiliating decision in front of an enemy's junior officer.
"Negotiation? Not surrender?" The company commander obviously didn't understand the reserve of senior officers of the Magic Empire. He sneered and then said: "Today is the deadline we issued. What are you doing if you don't surrender?"
He even wanted to turn around and walk back, but was stopped by Oleman: "Wait! Wait! We are here to negotiate the terms of surrender!"
Oleman felt his heart being stabbed hard by the bayonet hanging on the opponent's waist. He felt like a clown, performing various embarrassing ways in front of the two armies.
He has come, and if he returns without success, he will really cry to death. Now that he has taken the first step on the way here, Oleman feels that all his self-esteem and pride have been shattered by reality.
Cruelly shattered.
"What are the conditions for surrender?" The company commander was stunned for a moment, and then frowned: "I said, do you want to surrender, or do you want to continue fighting with us? What is there to worry about?"
In the eyes of this company commander, it is a matter of course for the current Holy Demon Empire army to surrender. There is nothing to be ashamed of. The war has been lost, and there is no room for struggle anymore. If they don't surrender, are they going to die heroically?
Stop making trouble, there are people who will fight to the end, but they are definitely not the majority. Most people will choose to surrender and end the war with dignity!
You see, after the mortal empire accepted the cruel reality and knew that it could never defeat the Magic Empire, how happy the monarchs of each mortal empire knelt down? They did not bargain, they just knelt down with a plop.
Not only did they kneel, they knelt quickly and decently. They knelt upright and rhythmically...
Oleman felt that he had been humiliated today. He really wanted to walk up to the damn little officer on the opposite side, reach out and grab him by the collar, then pick him up and hold him close to him, and talk to him.
What do you mean by decent surrender?
Now there are 300,000 troops and millions of civilians behind him! If he cannot guarantee the life safety of these troops and the survival of these civilians who are about to run out of food, then what is the point of surrendering?
Of course, all this must be negotiated face to face, and the two sides will hold a handover ceremony. Oleman will hand over his flag and armor, and the other party will allow him to keep his sword and enjoy the captive treatment that a noble should have. This is surrender, right?
After all, Oleman is also the city lord of Ludnar, the consul of the Holy Demon Empire, and a senior official second only to the grand consul! Don’t you want to lose face?
Even if he dies, he can't surrender to a company commander who loves Landhill. If word of this spreads, he might as well die.
It's a pity that he can't talk about all this to the damn grassroots officer of Airan Hill who disgusts him in front of him. He is here to negotiate, but he is not here to negotiate with a company commander...
"We have many things to discuss with your commander, including the resettlement of civilians, the safety and security of soldiers... we have to discuss all of these, so you'd better inform your commander and ask him to receive us." People were under the eaves.
Having to bow his head, Oleman had to be patient and come up with some decent excuses.
Finally, his words made the other party feel a sense of truth. The company commander nodded and moved sideways: "What you said makes some sense. Come with me, and I will take you to find our battalion commander."
When he heard the title of battalion commander, Oleman almost spit out a mouthful of blood. After all, he had fought with Alan Hill for such a long time, so of course he knew what a big official the battalion commander was.
Suddenly, Oleman had the urge to cry. He felt that he would be very busy today, and that it would be meaningless.
After a while, he will go to see a battalion commander from Eiland Hill, then a regiment commander, and then maybe a division commander, or maybe a corps commander, and finally he may meet a bigger officer...
He heard that his opponent was a famous general named Wilkes, and that he had withstood a day's fierce attack by the Eilandhir army in the vast sea.
Oleman didn't understand why the general who surrendered after holding on to Eiland Hill's army for a day had the qualifications to be called a famous general. He also didn't understand why he was humiliated like this after surrendering to Ei Lan Hill.
However, the other party became a high-ranking official in Eiland Hill with great success.
For a moment, Oleman even felt a little regretful: Had he surrendered earlier, been more resolute, and been more proactive, in two years he would be able to become a decent Irish magician like Wilkes.
"Archon" of the Legion.
Looking back at his attendants who were holding white flags, Oleman gave up the unrealistic fantasies in his mind, sighed helplessly, and stepped forward on the gravel.
Under the curious eyes of the Airanhill soldiers, Oleman crossed the trench, which was not very spacious, and also looked at the soldiers who were resting with weapons, water glasses or compressed biscuits in their hands.
The fortifications here are very simple, because the troops of Elanthir are attacking and they are likely to abandon this place and move forward in a few hours, so there is no need to deploy complete fortifications.
Who makes the Holy Demon Empire unable to fight back, or even unable to hold its own defense line for a long time? This may be a kind of irony, the most bitter irony of the opponent.
It is these slovenly-looking mortals, these mortals with backpacks and grenades slanted on their bodies, squatting on the ground covered in dust, and even with gun smoke and black mud on their faces, who have pushed the Holy Demon Empire to where it is today.
.
Oleman walked forward step by step, passing mortar positions, howitzer positions, ammunition supply trucks and anti-aircraft artillery. Then, already numb, he saw the Katyusha rocket launcher and the huge 203 rocket launcher.
mm caliber howitzer, saw Hawk anti-aircraft missiles...
Along the way, he couldn't even remember how many people had changed around him. At first, he was accompanied by a company commander, then a battalion commander, then a regiment commander, and finally a division commander.
Anyway, in the end, he finally met a senior general who claimed to be the commander of the army, and walked into a tent with maps hanging and piles of documents, which looked more like a civilian office.
"Welcome, General Oleman! I am the military commander here, you can..." The other person was gentle and gentle, and it was not obvious at all that he was the commander of the 3rd Armored Corps, the main force of Airan Hill.
Oleman, who had lost some things along the way, did not hesitate or pause this time. He stated his purpose fluently without any arrogance: "I am here to surrender, General!"——
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