Hearing what Chris said, the Elf Queen was slightly startled, then she raised her head, frowned, and asked after a long while: "You mean..."
"Yes, you already know that the royal family of the Kashyyyk Empire is preparing to surrender and has sent a letter. How could I still suppress it and not deal with it?" Chris smiled and brought the topic back to etiquette.
Above: "If I don't save some time when eating, then poor Her Majesty Harriet will really have to get a box lunch."
"Get a lunch box?" The Elf Queen did not understand this complaint from Chris and repeated it in confusion.
Chris smiled even brighter and patiently explained the origin of this "meme". Movies in this world have become very popular and the industry is so developed that the Elf Queen easily understood Chris's "meme"
, and couldn't help but laugh.
There is no need to look back and smile, the Elf Queen can definitely be called "Bai Meisheng" with just such a simple smile.
Chris couldn't help but take a second look. The pursuit of beauty is a normal reaction for everyone, and Chris was certainly not immune to it.
If he really wasn't interested in beauties, he wouldn't have married three imperial concubines successively. Even a straight man would look at the beauties around him and feel a little happy in his heart.
But the next second, after seeing the look in Chris's eyes, the Elf Queen used Chris's method to savagely hit back at His Majesty the Emperor of Ailanhir.
She inserted a piece of beef and stuffed it into her mouth, causing her flawless and beautiful face to bulge slightly, which instantly destroyed her image of a lady and her beautiful smile that would captivate the entire country:
"You are kind, Your Majesty. I am not wrong about you. Your kind heart will make your greatness even greater."
Although Chris thought that girls chewing food were also beautiful (misled by Vivian), he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. This was really retribution in this world. Before he could feel proud, the other party had already killed eight hundred enemies and suffered damage to himself.
Ten thousand ended his eager pursuit of beautiful things.
The Elf Queen wants to ask for help, and even if she loses ten thousand, she will accompany Chris to finish the meal. Chris, on the other hand, wants to squeeze out the remaining value of the high-level magicians of the Elf clan, and is also happy to talk to the Elf Queen.
Blah blah blah.
Just when the two people were "in love and killing each other" and having an unrelated "private meeting", the attack of the Airanhir Paratroopers in the distant capital of Kashyyyk Empire suddenly stopped.
Soon, the sound of artillery also stopped, and the sound of gunfire gradually became sparse. Even in order to avoid direct conflicts, Ailan Hill's troops even took the initiative to withdraw from some of the neighborhoods they had controlled, and broke away from the Kashyyyk Imperial Forbidden Army.
of contact.
"What on earth is going on..." Seeing the Airan Hill paratroopers who had just been on the offensive retreating actively, the already exhausted frontline commander of the Kashyyyk Empire asked in confusion.
He is the commander of a ten-thousand-strong army, responsible for commanding the Kashyyyk Empire's 10,000 Imperial Guard soldiers. These Imperial Guards have high loyalty and stronger combat capabilities, so they persist in fighting until this moment.
However, in just less than a day of fighting, his team of 10,000 people had already lost more than 3,000 people.
You must know that this is not a small loss. An army has lost 30% and is almost on the verge of collapse.
Although the Forbidden Army relied on their tenacious perseverance and exaggerated loyalty to persist in not being defeated, they were still about to lose their basic combat capabilities.
At least half of the troops lost their organic form, and the remaining half of the soldiers may have been similarly lost within the next few hours. This would be absolutely catastrophic for the last elite forces in the capital, or for the entire empire.
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But at this time, Eiland Hill's troops took the initiative to cease fire. They stopped the terrible bombardment, and the helicopters overhead also stopped circling and quickly left the combat airspace.
"What happened?" Another officer asked angrily, holding a bloody sword in his hand.
The bloodstains on this long sword were not from the soldiers of Elanthir, but from the bloodstains left by a deserter who he killed with his own hands in order to prevent the troops from retreating.
Almost at the same time, many people were asking the same question. Why did the enemy, who had already gained the upper hand and was just one step away, stop?
People who were puzzled were looking curiously at the Airan Hill paratroopers hiding in buildings and behind street corners in the distance. They didn't know what to say for a while.
"Your Majesty! The shelling... the shelling has stopped!" A minister burst into Harriet's room with tears of joy, knelt on the ground and shouted with sobs: "They stopped attacking! They stopped!"
Emperor Harit of Kashyyyk, who was holding the hilt of the sword in his hand and did not have the courage to pull out the sword in the end, slumped back on his chair like a deflated ball after hearing this shout.
, the hand also loosened up.
He felt a burst of fatigue, and then he felt dizzy after a burst of exhaustion. He managed to hold on without fainting, held his forehead, and asked: "Do you understand, they... why didn't they continue to fight?
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The minister looked embarrassed. How could he know why the enemy didn't attack? Moreover, at this time, wouldn't it be a great good thing not to attack? Who has the mood to get to the bottom of it and investigate the reason?
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty! At this time, as long as the enemy stops, it will be beneficial to us!" The minister was already sweating on his forehead. He was really afraid. The emperor became angry and drew his sword.
Come and chop him down.
But he obviously overestimated the prowess of his Majesty the Emperor. Harriet had no intention of drawing out his sword and killing people. All he could think about now was the fact that he didn't seem to have to die.
When she heard that the enemy had stopped attacking, the queen, who was waiting for death, burst into tears. As if to vent her grievances, she kept wiping her spent makeup with her handkerchief.
Has she ever been in such a mess? Even before she became the Queen of the Empire, she was the daughter of the most prestigious noble family in the Kashyyyk Empire. How had she ever seen such a thing as the collapse of a country and a family?
Not to mention her man Harriet, even she had never thought that the glorious magic empire where she lived and grew up would one day be destroyed by a rising mortal empire...
"Okay! Stop crying!" Harriet scolded, causing her daughter, son, and his wife to cry even louder.
He was upset, raised his voice a little more, and yelled loudly: "That's enough! I'm going to see what happened! Take good care of the two children! Don't let them cause any trouble!"
After that, he stood up, took the sword and walked out the door. When he reached the door, he realized that he was still holding the weapon in his hand, and quickly threw it aside, as if there was a hot magic on the sword.
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"His Majesty, the Emperor of Airancire, allows the Kashyyyk Empire to surrender! Put down the weapons in your hands, and we will ensure your personal safety!" Holding a loudspeaker, the paratrooper commander of Airanciel spoke across a street into the distance.
The Kashyyyk Empire soldiers shouted loudly.
The soldiers of the Kashyyyk Empire, armed with shields and swords, began to riot. It was one thing to fight to the death. If there was really a way to survive, surrender might not be a better choice for them.
"They said... to ensure the safety of everyone's life and property..." An officer from the Kashyyyk Empire looked at another officer next to him: "Moreover, they promised to ensure the personal safety of our Emperor and the royal family."
"Maybe... we don't have to die here." Another officer took a deep breath and nodded with a trembling tone.
The courage they needed when they faced death just now, and the hope that suddenly appeared, completely dissipated.
Now, it depends on whether His Majesty the Emperor is willing to accept defeat, whether he is willing to surrender honorably and hand over his power.
"What are they shouting?" Walking on the stone steps in the magic tower that were filled with waste paper and rubble, Emperor Harriet of the Kashyyyk Empire vaguely heard the shouts of the soldiers of Elanthir in the distance.
Because of his location, he didn't hear clearly. However, someone soon came with the news to report, so he didn't have to listen carefully to the shouts that he once couldn't accept, but now sounded like fairy sounds.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Eiland Hill accepts your surrender! They guarantee the safety of all of us..." An officer hurried up the stairs with his long sword in hand, stood in front of Harriet, and lowered his head to report.
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"..." Staggering, Harriet was supported by the guards next to him. He let out a sigh of relief and immediately waved his hands and ordered: "Let the soldiers stop resisting! Surrender immediately! Surrender!"
"Those damn Airanhir generals must have taken credit for suppressing your letter of surrender and not sending it to Siris." A minister comforted himself happily.
"Yes, yes! It's all those damn generals!" Several other people also echoed.
From the bottom of their hearts, they didn’t want to believe, or couldn’t believe, that it was His Majesty the Emperor of Elanthir who suppressed Kashyyyk’s surrender letter and refused to deal with it. Because they were afraid, afraid of His Majesty Chris, whom they had never met before.
Intrigued with murder.
"Hang the white flag! Hurry! Isn't it the tradition of Elanthir to hang the white flag? Find a white sheet! Hang it on the top of the magic tower! Hurry!" A minister seemed to have remembered something and hurriedly ordered the attendants around him.
"Come back!" Harriet suddenly called everyone, making everyone nervous again.
The attendants looked at Harriet at a loss, wondering what the reason for their emperor's seizure was.
"How can one bed sheet be enough? Find more! Hang out everything that can be hung! Order all the soldiers to shout! Say we surrender! Kashyyyk... surrenders!" Harriet suddenly became wise and powerful, as if she had found her strategizing skills again.
