One Hundred and Four Humiliating Treaties

In the slightly dim conference hall, the beating flames made Streid, the foreign minister of Ireland Hill, feel very uncomfortable. He uses the latest incandescent lamps in his office in Ireland Hill, which are bright and stable, and the eyes will not feel uncomfortable for a long time.

In the city of Serris, many buildings have been removed from their original defense functions, and they have been refitted with huge windows, which can absorb enough sunlight when the light is good.

In short, everything there seems to be very different from what is in front of them, and even the spirit of the people seems to be different. Looking at the ministers of the Arlantean Empire who were bowing slightly in front of him, Strid felt that the workers he saw on the streets of Serris City were more energetic than them.

However, these things are not things that Stried needs to worry about. What he has to do is to bully the weak here, and turn Alan Hill's will into a shackle and put it on the neck of the Arland Empire.

"Mr. Stryd! Your conditions are a bit too harsh, aren't you? Although the Arlant Empire has been defeated, it may not have the strength to fight..." Clark hadn't recognized Stryd in front of him when they met, although The two met once more than a year ago. He pointed his finger at the peace document in front of him and complained to Stried.

Strid nodded and said in agreement: "Oh? That's the most intuitive way."

Prime Minister Clark, who was choked, opened his mouth for a while and didn't know what to say. After all, no one dared to speak like that in front of him for a long time.

A minister in charge of foreign affairs beside him responded quickly, and quickly explained: "No no no! The war has finally stopped, and we can't let it continue."

Some of the remaining ministers hurriedly opened their mouths and changed the subject, helping their prime minister to smooth things out. They took his left and right into consideration, and managed to get Streed to give up and continue to entangle on this topic.

Because of the lack of information, Stried did not know that a young man named Lester led the three reserve regiments and had occupied Faroud. The Arlantean Empire fought desperately to resist, and an army of 100,000 troops was wiped out in Farud. Prince Rumbach and General Zorn fled to Tongsk, only to barely stabilize their positions.

When the news came back to the royal city of Arantex, Arantex, it was strictly blocked. Because the negotiations with Alan Hill were in progress, Clark was afraid that Strid, who had received the news, would intensify his demands. .

Looking at Clark, the bald Streed recalled his visit to the Imperial Chancellor. At that time, he knelt humbly in front of the prime minister, and even his voice trembled.

The Arlant Empire at that time was so powerful, so powerful that he could only look up. Even after being mocked, he didn't have the courage to show even a little bit of dissatisfaction.

However, in less than two years, he came back here again, wearing incomparably gorgeous clothes, sitting at the negotiating table, and the man who was once aloof in the opposite side could only maintain a humble attitude towards him at all times.

For such a change, Stried suddenly felt a sense of good fortune. He felt that he was really good in Ireland Hill, where the smell of soot in the air was faintly fragrant when he thought of it at this moment.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand and touched his bald head. The middle-aged bald man looks really interesting now. Chris often jokes about his bald head - but in the eyes of the Arrant Empire , His bare head, no matter how you look at it, reveals a ruthless charm.

"I have a gift that we got from Alan Hill. It is a very memorable thing. I hope the Prime Minister will accept it." things on the negotiating table. The thing was white and smooth, like a small dagger.

"We killed 17 giant dragons in Falling Dragon City! This is a dragon's tooth pulled from the mouth of the largest dragon... Did you not see how big the dragon is, one head can hold it The whole adult." Stried introduced with a smile and pushed the dragon's tooth in front of Chancellor Clark.

Although there was nothing unfriendly about his words at all, it was full of threats and intimidation in the ears of everyone in the Arante Empire negotiating team. They swallowed involuntarily, their spines bent even more.

A country that can kill a giant dragon and pull out its teeth to show off, a country that can kill a giant dragon without being revengeful and perished by the Holy Demon Empire... is indeed not an existence that the Arrant Empire can provoke.

Prime Minister Clark looked at the dragon tooth in front of him, and also remembered the bald head of Strid, who didn't look like a minister but a soldier, and remembered the appearance of him kneeling humbly in front of him more than a year ago.

Maybe at that time, if I was kinder and formed a good relationship, I wouldn't be so uncomfortable today. Unconsciously, Clark tasted a bit of bitterness in the corner of his mouth and felt an emotion called regret.

"Okay, we have agreed to cede all the territories north of Faroud! It's just that we won't be able to get the war reparations of 5 million gold coins for a while." After sighing in his heart, Clark shook his head. said.

"Three banks in Ailan Hill can provide loan services! 5 million gold coins can be repaid in three years, and only 1.89 million gold coins need to be paid each year." A man sitting next to Streed said with a smile. .

He was one of the negotiators sent by Ireland Hill this time, representing the banking system. This victory was a capitalist carnival, and everyone was waiting to make a fortune, so they sent people they could trust to form an advisory group.

Hearing the repayment plan for the interest of more than 600,000 gold coins over three years, Clark felt his teeth aching, and he could even feel his flesh twitching. But he looked at the dragon tooth in front of him, and had to swallow all his dissatisfaction back into his stomach.

"The material compensation of 390 million catties of iron and steel a year will take a total of 3 years, including at least 90 million catties of iron. This condition is too harsh." Another official of the Arante Empire looked at the figures in front of him. , his face turned pale.

How much steel can the Arrant Empire produce in a year? I have to give it to Alan Hill, isn't that a joke? Not to mention 300 million, he is unwilling to hand over even 3 million catties of steel.

However, the situation is stronger than that of people. This time, Alan Hill spent countless steel to win the war. Naturally, these materials must be paid for by the defeated country, the Arrant Empire. If there is no profit, then the meaning of this war does not exist?

"Look clearly! We will provide technical support to your mines to ensure your output! Isn't that enough?" Stried pointed to the terms of the peace treaty and sneered.

Ireland Hill needs a lot of steel, coal, rubber and oil, which may not be produced on the existing land in Ireland Hill. Therefore, the exploitation of the Arrant Empire has become an inevitable thing.

"This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible! Your Excellency Stried! We have to contribute all the kerosene output, as well as rubber and 400,000 catties of copper ore per year?" Another minister of the Arlantean Empire looked at I couldn't believe my eyes when I made an appointment with an astronomical number next to each other.

"Yes, this is all of our compensation claims this time. In addition to the commercial remarks clause, our requirements are still very low." Stried looked at Clark, who was about to flip the table, and nodded with a smile.

"Unconditionally support the free trade of Alan Hill merchants, and the Arlant Empire shall not arrest any Alan Hill people for disposal. Alan Hill people must be judged by Alan Hill for crimes." Each, Clark felt that this was a treaty of subjugation.

But he had to sign this treaty, because he knew that the soldiers of Alan Hill had already entered Farood, and the next step was to hit the portal of the royal city of Arantix, Tongsk.

If these Alan Hill soldiers cannot be stopped, in about a month, the Arlantean Empire will consider moving the capital or something. Compared with the fall of most of the country, it seems that these humiliating terms are not unacceptable.

But what to do in the future?

As the prime minister of the Arrant Empire, Clark is naturally capable. He has no greed for money now, and his brain is naturally turning fast. He no longer thinks about what is in front of him now. What he is thinking about now is what will happen to Arrant after this three-year peace agreement is over.

In less than three years, Alan Hill's army will be doubled or even tripled, and their new weapons will be more, and Arlant obviously has no support from the Holy Demon Empire.

Although he is greedy, he is not stupid. Of course, he knows that Alan Hill is only short of troops and cannot immediately annex Arlant, which gives him the opportunity to negotiate now. As long as Alan Hill is ready, when the next war breaks out, there will be no need for the Arlantean Empire to seek peace.

As long as Alan Hill's troops continued to attack south, the Arlantean Empire would fall apart in an instant, and even the Dothan Empire could not stop the iron shoes of Alan Hill's troops from going south. In less than three months, Chris will be able to register in his old lair, Serris City, and become the co-owner of mortals.

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