Chapter 698: Chapter 698: Persuading Surrender (1)
Outside the room where Cromwell was under house arrest, Aslan waved for the soldiers to open the door.
Nomiri quietly followed behind Aslan, completely looking like a harmless maid.
Entering the room, Cromwell was sitting and reading a newspaper, while his adjutant was observing the situation inside the defense line with a binoculars.
When Cromwell saw Aslan, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly pretended to be.
"Marquis Aslan, I really didn't expect you to come in person?" Cromwell put down the Journal of Merlot in his hand, and gave a knightly salute neither humble nor overbearing.
After his adjutant heard Cromwell's words, he followed closely and saluted.
"It seems that you expected that I would come!" Aslan sat on the sofa opposite Cromwell, holding his head with one hand, tilting his head to look at Cromwell.
The rare wise general of the Commonwealth of Cleveland belongs to the top level of the kingdom in terms of battlefield command ability and political sense.
Cromwell has been able to make arrangements for Yashian Province to survive for so many years.
"I expected that His Excellency the Marquis would send someone, but the only thing I didn't expect was that you would come in person," Cromwell said.
"I should know the purpose of my coming!" Aslan said bluntly.
"Understood, but I'm not fully sure, and with Marquis Aslan's attitude towards nobles, I think it's very difficult." Cromwell said with a wry smile.
Overthrow the nobles and distribute the land in the hands of the nobles to the common people.
This is simply digging the roots of the nobility.
No wonder the nobles would agree.
"Then there is no way. Nobles will always be a minority. When the majority of people are on my side, their resistance will only lead to a worse death." Aslan said coldly.
Cromwell's adjutant said disdainfully: "But the power will always rest with the few."
"Is that really the case?" Aslan looked curiously at the young man in front of him.
"May I have your name?"
"Alex Garcia! Commander Cromwell's adjutant." Garcia said with his head raised.
"It's a pity that I have already given the key of power to all the people. For example, the United Army under my command is only 500,000 in size, but each of them is a professional, and a large number of professionals graduate from the academy every day. Contribute strength, even life to the new world." Aslan's words made Garcia and Cromwell break out in cold sweat.
They suddenly remembered a lot of weird things. Their new tactics against the new rifle army seemed to have no effect at all in front of the unified army, only one-sided massacre at all.
If the entire unified army is composed of professionals, then it is understandable to have such a strong combat effectiveness.
"Marquis Aslan, you are really a lunatic, don't you worry that the country you established will be overthrown by your own people?" Cromwell asked after taking a deep breath.
Aslan looked at Cromwell with a smile, which made Cromwell's hair stand straight, and he even suspected Aslan's sexual orientation.
"I am sure that when I am alive, I will let my subjects live and work in peace and contentment. In that case, how can they overthrow me? As for my descendants, if it is a bastard like Cleveland III, I will not feel bad if they are overthrown .” Aslan’s words made Cromwell stand in awe.
Cromwell was shocked by Aslan's lunatic idea, but at the same time admired it.
After all, Cromwell was also born as a commoner, but he was lucky and talented, which made him what he is today.
This is to allow the people to be their own masters. No matter who is the emperor, as long as the emperor is not qualified, the people will have the ability to pull him down, so that he will no longer perish in silence like before.
"Marquis Aslan, what conditions are you going to give for Duke Durandal to surrender? According to what you mean now, unless Duke Durandal loses his mind, it is absolutely impossible to surrender."
Admiration is admiration, and the reminder should be reminded.
Aslan said: "Let him spend his old age with the existing wealth, and don't think about those lands."
"That's it?" Cromwell asked in disbelief.
Aslan nodded.
"Just arrange it as I want."
Seeing Aslan's firm tone, Cromwell opened his mouth and finally nodded.
Aslan also left with Nuomili, boarded the RV that had been waiting for a long time, and led the army straight to Dylan City.
With Aslan's approval, Cromwell took Garcia directly to Dylan City.
When he arrived at Dilan City, the entire Dilan City had long been besieged by the unified army, not even surrounded by three gates. This meant that he had no intention of giving Dilan City a way out.
The Air Mage Brigade allowed Cromwell to lead people into Dylan City, but no one came forward to intercept them.
Landing from the city wall, he was immediately surrounded by the strong men of the Snow Fox Legion. Even if Cromwell's identity was confirmed, the deputy head of the Snow Fox Legion did not agree to him to meet Duke Durandal.
In the end, the two sides fought on the city wall. Cromwell was worthy of being the number one in the Duke of Durandal's army, and soon the strong men of Dylan City responded. Before fighting with the unified army, they almost started fighting among themselves.
In the end, the Duke of Durandal came forward in person to suppress the disturbance.
Duke Durandal glanced at Cromwell with a complex expression, and took him up the tower, shielding everyone. When there were only the two of them on the tower, Duke Durandal sighed and said, "You said it right back then. That's right, we can't stop the Marquis of Aslan, is there still a chance to surrender now?"
The Duke of Durandal actually planned to surrender a long time ago, but at that time, he was up for sale, but Cromwell reminded him many times to surrender as soon as possible, or else wait for Aslan to surrender. If the Marquis made a move, they would have no chance.
The fact is just as Cromwell expected, the Duke of Durandal is different from other grand dukes, his heirs do not live up to expectations, and he does not have a decent heir. Clearly, once he was old, it would be impossible to keep Nuoda's family business by relying on those useless sons, even if Cromwell wholeheartedly assisted him.
Compared with other grand dukes, Duke Durandal is the least ambitious, because his ambitions are nothing more than someone else's wedding dress in the end, there is no need to fight, he just wants to enjoy his old age in peace.
Just because he has no ambitions and is bordered by the province of Melox, he is very aware of the strength of the unified army and the strength of Marquis Aslan's reform. , It is simply not comparable to the Cleveland Commonwealth Kingdom.
The aristocrats are corrupt and depraved, and they have long been mourned. It's just that the high-end power has been controlled by the aristocrats, and the people at the bottom can only continue to endure.