Five Hundred and Thirty First Strategizing Harriet

Hearing what Chris said, the Elf Queen was slightly taken aback, then she raised her head, frowned, and asked after a 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 not deal with it?" Chris smiled and brought the topic back to etiquette On: "If I don't save some time at mealtimes, then poor Majesty Harriet will really have to get a box lunch."

"Get a box lunch?" The elf queen didn't understand the complaint from Chris, and repeated it in confusion.

Chris smiled even better, and patiently explained the origin of this "meme". Movies are already very popular in this world, and the industry is so developed that the Elf Queen can easily understand Chris's "stalk" and couldn't help laughing.

There is no need to look back and smile, the Elf Queen just smiled so simply, she can definitely be called "Bai Meisheng".

Chris couldn't help but take another look. The pursuit of beauty is everyone's normal reaction, and Chris is certainly not exempt.

If he really wasn't close to beauty, he wouldn't have married three imperial concubines successively. Even a straight man of steel will take a good look at the beauties around him and feel a little happiness in his heart.

But in the next second, after seeing Chris's eyes, the Elf Queen used Chris's method to hit back the Emperor of Alan Hill fiercely.

She inserted a piece of beef and stuffed it into her mouth, making her flawless beautiful face slightly puff up, instantly destroying her ladylike image, and also ruining that beautiful smile that is overwhelming: "You are merciful, Your Majesty. I have not misunderstood anyone. Your merciful heart will make your greatness even greater."

Although Chris felt that the girl who chewed food was also very beautiful (misled by Vivienne), he couldn't help but smiled bitterly in his heart-this is really a reward for the world, he is not proud yet, the other party has killed eight hundred enemies The way of self-defeating ten thousand ended his ardent pursuit of beautiful things.

The elf queen has a need for others, and even if she loses ten thousand, she will accompany Chris to eat this meal, and Chris wants to squeeze out the remaining value of the senior magicians of the elves, and is also willing to have sex with the elf queen. Lasciss.

Just when the two people were having a far-fetched "private meeting" of "falling in love and killing each other", the attack of the Alan Hill paratroopers in the distant capital of the Kashyyyk Empire suddenly stopped.

Soon, the gunfire also stopped, and the gunfire gradually became sparse. Even, in order to avoid head-on conflict, Alan Hill's troops took the initiative to withdraw from some already controlled neighborhoods,

Out of contact with the Custodians of the Kashyyyk Empire.

"What's going on..." The frontline commander of the Kashyyyk Empire, who was already on the offensive, asked at a loss when he saw the Alan Hill paratroopers who were still on the offensive retreating voluntarily.

He is the commander of a 10,000-man army, responsible for commanding 10,000 soldiers of the Kashyyk Empire. These imperial troops have high loyalty and stronger combat capabilities, so they persist in fighting until this moment.

However, in less than a day of fighting, his 10,000-strong team 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 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 organization, and the remaining half of the soldiers could be lost in the next few hours. This is absolutely disastrous for the last elite force in the capital, or for the entire empire.

But at this time, Alan Hill's troops took the initiative to cease fire. They stopped the terrible shelling, and the helicopters overhead also stopped circling, and quickly left the combat airspace.

"What happened?" Another officer asked angrily, holding a long sword with blood in his hand.

The blood on the long sword did not belong to the soldiers of Alan Hill, but the blood left by a deserter he killed with his own hands in order to prevent the troops from retreating.

Almost at the same time, many people are asking the same question. Why did the enemy, who had already gained the advantage, and could even be said to be just a step away from the goal, stop?

The people who were puzzled looked curiously at the Alan Hill paratroopers hiding in the buildings and behind the street corners in the distance, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"Your Majesty! The bombardment... the bombardment stopped!" A minister burst into Harriet's room crying with joy, knelt on the ground and choked with sobs and shouted: "They stopped attacking! They stopped!"

Holding the hilt of the long sword in his hand, Kashyyyk Emperor Harriet, who didn't have the courage to draw it out in the end, slumped back to his chair like a deflated ball after hearing this shout. , the hand also loosened.

He felt a burst of fatigue, and then a burst of dizziness after a collapse. He tried his best not to faint, supported his forehead, and asked, "Have you figured it out, they...why didn't they continue beating?"

The minister looked embarrassed—how did he know why the enemy stopped attacking? Moreover, at a time like this, wouldn't it be a great thing not to attack? Who is in the mood to ask the bottom line and investigate a reason?

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty! At this time, as long as the enemy stops, it will be beneficial to us!" The minister's forehead was already sweating, and he was really afraid. His Majesty the Emperor became angry and drew out his long sword Come and cut him down.

But he obviously overestimated the might of His Majesty the Emperor, Harriet was not in the mood to draw his sword and cut people. All he can think about now is that he doesn't seem to have to die.

Hearing that the enemy had stopped attacking, the queen who was waiting to die burst into tears. As if venting her grievances, she kept wiping away the spent makeup with her handkerchief.

When had she ever been so embarrassed? Even before she became the queen of the empire, she was also the daughter of the most prestigious noble family in the Kashyyyk Empire. Where has she ever seen such a thing as the destruction of the country and family?

Not to mention her man Harriet, even she never thought that the glorious magic empire she grew up in would be destroyed by a rising mortal empire one day...

"Okay! Don't cry!" Harriet scolded, drawing louder cries from his daughter, younger son, and his own wife.

Distraught, he raised his tone a little more, and shouted loudly: "Enough! I'm going to see what happened! You take 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 got to the door, he realized that he was still holding the weapon in his hand, and hurriedly threw it aside, as if there was a hot spell on the long sword.

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"His Majesty Emperor Alan Hill allows the Kashyyyk Empire to surrender! Put down the weapons in your hands, and we will guarantee your personal safety!" Carrying a loudspeaker, the paratrooper commander of Alan Hill spoke across a street to the far away The soldiers of the Kashyyyk Empire shouted loudly.

The soldiers of the Kashyyk Empire, holding shields and long swords, began to commotion—death battle is one thing, if there is really a way out, surrender may not be a better choice for them.

"They said...to guarantee the safety of everyone's life and property..." An officer of the Kashyyyk Empire looked at another officer beside him: "And, they promised to guarantee the personal safety of our emperor and the royal family."

"Maybe...we don't have to die here." The other officer let out a sigh of relief and nodded tremblingly.

The courage they needed to face death just now has completely disappeared with the sudden hope.

Now, it depends on his majesty the emperor, whether he is willing to accept failure, whether he is willing to surrender decently, and surrender his power.

"What are they shouting?" Walking on the stone steps full of waste paper and rubble in the magic tower, Harriet, the emperor of the Kashyyyk Empire, vaguely heard the shouts of the soldiers of Alan Hill in the distance.

Because of the position, he couldn't hear clearly. However, soon someone would report with news, so he didn't need to listen carefully to those cries that he couldn't receive before, but now they sounded like fairy voices.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Alan Hill has accepted your surrender! They guarantee the safety of all of us..." An officer pressed his long sword, hurried up the stairs, stood in front of Harriet, and bowed his head to report .

"..." Staggered, Harriet was supported by the guard next to him. He let out a sigh of relief, and immediately waved his hands and said: "Let the soldiers stop resisting! Surrender immediately! Surrender!"

"Those damn generals Alan Hill, they must have taken credit for suppressing your letter of surrender and not sending it to Serris." A minister comforted himself happily.

"Yes, yes! They are all those damned generals!" Several other people also echoed.

From the bottom of their hearts, they were unwilling to believe, or could not believe, that it was His Majesty the Emperor of Alan Hill who pressed Kashyyk's letter of surrender and refused to deal with it. Because they were afraid, afraid that His Majesty Chris, who had never met before, would kill him.

"Hang up a white flag! Quickly! Isn't it the tradition of Alan Hill to hang a white flag? Find a white sheet! Hang it on the top of the magic tower! Quickly!" A minister seemed to remember something, and hurriedly ordered the attendants around him.

"Come back!" Harriet called everyone suddenly, making everyone nervous again.

Those attendants looked at Harriet at a loss, not knowing what his majesty the emperor was having again.

"How can one bed sheet be enough? Find more! Hang up all that can be hung! Order all the soldiers to shout! Say we have surrendered! Kashyyk... has surrendered!" Harriet instantly became wise and mighty, as if he had regained his strategy a feeling of……