Two Hundred and Seventy Negotiations

Pressing his long sword, Oleman felt the sweat overflowing from his palms. He involuntarily swallowed saliva along the way, and every step seemed to exhaust his whole body.

He wanted to maintain his graceful posture, but became a little stiff from being too nervous. Through his visor, he could feel curious eyes from all directions with some hatred and disdain.

"Raise the flag higher, I don't want to die in such a ghost place." As he walked forward, Oleman reminded his attendant without looking back: "I can feel that someone is targeting me. !"

The attendant behind him was so frightened that his footsteps were chaotic, and he hurriedly raised the white flag in his hand higher. He shouted loudly as he walked, his voice a little sharp: "Don't shoot! We are here to negotiate! Don't shoot! We are here to negotiate!"

And just like that, they walked all the way to the trenches dug by the Elan Hills soldiers, stared at the countless black holes aimed at them, and stopped in front of an Alan Hill grenadier company commander. footsteps.

"I'm General Oleman! The interim commander of the defense force near Ludnar, I request to meet your commander..." Trying to keep his tone calm, Oleman opened his mouth to the man in front of him. Said word by word.

It is really not easy for him to stand here. For hundreds of years, there has never been a high-level commander of a magical empire standing in front of mortals and speaking in such a low voice. It is a miracle that Oleman can adjust his emotions.

You know, not everyone can suddenly recognize the reality and accept the cruel reality. Oleman used to be a very proud magician and commander. Even in the Holy Devil Empire, he was a respected senior general.

But now, he can only stand here honestly, preparing to surrender to a group of soldiers of the mortal empire.

What made him even more incredible was that he did not surrender alone. He represented the entire city of Ludnar behind him, the millions of residents stationed here and at least 300,000 troops of various types.

Although the 300,000 troops were somewhat watery, this figure included at least 100,000 civilians who had been forcibly drafted into the army recently, as well as a firearms force of about 100,000 ordinary civilians of the Holy Demon Empire who were not very effective in combat.

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 the commoners is a disgrace.

Therefore, even at this moment, Oleman felt ashamed. His heart was full of unwillingness and bitterness. But there is no way, he didn't dare to show it, because... mortals are so strong now, so strong that he is afraid.

"Are you here to surrender?" Alan Hill's company commander seemed to focus on the white flag behind Oleman. He looked at the white flag and looked at Elleman's face: "Just the two of you?"

"Cough...I'm here to negotiate...not to surrender..." Although he was here to surrender, Oleman was still reluctant to confess his humiliating decision in front of an enemy junior officer.

"Negotiation? Not surrender?" The company commander obviously didn't understand the restraint of the senior officers of the Magic Empire. He sneered and said, "Today is our deadline. What are you doing if you don't surrender?"

He even wanted to turn around and go back, but was stopped by Oleman: "Wait! Wait! We are here to discuss the terms of surrender!"

Oleman felt that his heart was hit hard by the bayonet hanging on the other side's waist. He felt like a clown, performing various humiliating ways in front of the two armies.

He has come, if he is allowed to return without success, then he will really cry to death. Now that he has taken the first step on the way, Oleman feels that his self-esteem and pride have been brutally shattered by reality.

"What are the conditions for surrender?" The company commander was stunned for a moment.

Then he frowned: "I said, do you want to surrender, or do you want to continue fighting with us? What's so confusing about this kind of thing?"

In the eyes of this company commander, the current Holy Demon Empire army, surrender is a matter of course - there is nothing to be ashamed of, the war has been lost, and there is no room for struggle, if you don't surrender, don't you go to the heroic battle? die?

Don't make trouble, it's not that there are no people who fight to the death, but definitely not the majority. Most people will choose to surrender, a decent end to the war!

Look at how happy the monarchs of the mortal empires were when they accepted the cruel reality and knew that they would never be able to defeat the magic empire. They didn't bargain, they just fell to their knees with a plop.

Not only did they kneel, but they knelt quickly and with dignity. They kneel straight, and they are expensive and have a sense of rhythm...

Oleman felt that he was being humiliated by coming here today. He really wanted to walk up to this damn little officer on the opposite side, reach out and grab his collar, then pick him up and grab him in front of him, and talk to him well. What a decent surrender!

Now there are a full 300,000 troops and millions of civilians behind him! What's the point of his surrender if he can't guarantee the lives of these troops and the survival of these civilians who are running out of food?

Of course, after all this is negotiated in person, the two sides will hold a handover ceremony. Oleman handed over his flag and armor, and the other party allowed him to keep his saber and enjoy the prisoner treatment due to the nobles - this is the best way to surrender. Bar?

He, Oleman, is also the city lord of Ludnar, the consul of the Holy Demon Empire, and a high-ranking official second only to the grand consul! Don't be embarrassed?

Even if he dies, he can't surrender to a company commander of Alan Hill. If it spreads out, he might as well just die.

It's a pity that he couldn't talk to this damned Alan Hill junior officer in front of him, who disgusted him. He's here to negotiate, but he's not here to negotiate with a company commander...

"We have many things to discuss with your superior, the placement of civilians, the safety and security of soldiers... These are all things to discuss, so you'd better inform your superior and let him come to receive us." People are under the roof Having to bow his head, Oleman had to be patient and come up with some decent reasons to prevaricate.

Finally, his words made the other party feel a bit of truth. The company commander nodded and stepped aside: "You have some truth in what you said, come with me, I will take you to our battalion commander."

Hearing the rank of battalion commander, Oleman almost spat out a mouthful of old blood—he had fought with Alan Hill for so long, of course, he knew how big a battalion commander was.

Suddenly, Oleman had the urge to cry, he felt that he must be busy today, and it was meaningless to be busy.

In a little while he's going to see a battalion commander at Alan Hill, then a regiment commander, then maybe a division commander, maybe a corps commander, and finally a bigger officer...

He heard that his opponent was a famous general named Wilkes, and that he had supported the onslaught of the Alan Hill army for a day in Vast Sea.

Oleman did not understand why a general who surrendered after holding on to the Alan Hill army for a day was qualified to be called a famous general, and he also did not understand why he also surrendered to Alan Hill. He was now humiliated like this, and The other party has become a high-ranking official of Ailan Hill.

For a moment, Oleman even felt a little remorse: did he surrender earlier, be more determined, and be more proactive—in two years, he would be like this Wilkes, and he would become a decent Alanci. The "Consul" of the Magical Legion.

Looking back at his attendant holding a white flag, Oleman dismissed the unrealistic fantasies in his mind, sighed helplessly, and stepped forward on the gravel.

Under the curious eyes of the Alan Hill soldiers, Oleman crossed the not spacious trench, and also looked at the soldiers who were resting with weapons, water glasses or compressed biscuits.

The fortifications here are very simple, since Alan Hill's forces are attacking, they will probably give up here and move on in a few hours, so there is no need to have a full fortification.

Who made the Holy Demon Empire not capable of counterattacking, and not even able to hold on to its own line of defense for a long time? This is perhaps a sarcasm, the most poignant, rival sarcasm.

It is these mortals who look a little sloppy, it is these mortals who are squatting on the ground with backpacks and grenades on their backs, and squatting on the ground, covered in dust, and even with gunpowder smoke and black mud hanging on their faces, that pushed the Holy Demon Empire to the point where it is today. .

Oleman walked forward step by step, past mortar positions, past howitzer positions, past ammunition supply trucks and anti-aircraft artillery. Then he was numb and saw the Katyusha rocket launcher, the huge 203mm caliber howitzer, and the Hawk air defense missile...

Along the way, he didn't even remember how many people had changed by his side. At first he was accompanied by a company commander, then a battalion commander, then a regiment commander, and then a division commander.

Anyway, in the end, he finally saw a high-ranking general who claimed to be the commander of the army, and walked into a tent with a map and piled up with documents, more like the office where the civil servants were.

"Welcome, General Oleman! I'm the chief military officer here, you can..." The other party was gentle and elegant, and he couldn't tell that he was the commander of the main 3rd Panzer Army in Alan Hill.

Along the way, Oleman, who had lost something earlier, did not hesitate or pause this time, and fluently stated his purpose without the slightest arrogance: "I am here to surrender, Your Excellency General!"

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