Chapter 318 Surrender

"Your Highness, a messenger from the Red Frog Tribe has arrived, praying to see you. They are waiting in the camp at this time!"

The night was dim, the sky was filled with stars, and the camp at Taniguchi was ablaze. Barda, dressed in an eagle uniform, strode into the medical tent and reported back to His Highness. He peeked around and saw that there were only two people in the tent. His Highness stood in the center with a stern expression and a hint of anger. The black wolf Toltec was lying on the grass bed with a face full of shame. It was obvious that he had been scolded just now. Seeing this scene, Barda quietly raised the corners of his lips and laughed secretly.

"Messenger of the Red Frog Tribe? Coming at night? Hmm."

Shulot thought for a moment, nodded slightly, and looked at the ashamed Black Wolf again.

He had just dismissed everyone and reprimanded Toltec alone. As a legion commander, how could he personally rush to the front line and risk life and death? As for the storming of the valley entrance, the imperial guard suffered a loss of 800, but the force was fierce and needed a little improvement. Now that Barda is here, it's better not to scold him so harshly to avoid being laughed at by everyone. In fact, a general should not be easily humiliated in front of everyone, otherwise he will be distracted at least, or the enemy will end up in Honnoji Temple at worst.

The king put away his scowl, looked at his beloved general, and shook his hair.

"Toltec, my black wolf! This time you went north, you were brave and diligent, you broke the camp, and made a lot of achievements! The middle legion attacked in the wilderness like a jaguar, allowing the Guakili canine descendants to see the power of the alliance. However, a weapon that is too sharp will be easily broken; a corn that is too tall will not be strong enough. The same is true for using soldiers. You need both strength and gentleness. In battle, you must pay attention to the timing and situation, and do not act too hastily."

"Recuperate well! Black Wolf, I will ask the personal guard to give you a volume of my march notes, which contains some insights from last year's Western Expedition. You can read it slowly and think about it while you are recovering. This injury is actually not a bad thing. When you recover, I will let you lead the army!"

"Ah, Your Highness! I am willing to die for you!"

Toltec looked excited. He turned over and bowed to His Highness.

Shulot smiled, reached out and patted the black wolf on the shoulder, then turned and left. Barda glanced at Black Wolf with envy and followed His Highness.

Starlight fell on the mountains not far away, and there was a faint and sad song in the wind. The king paused in front of the big tent, looked at the Red Fox Valley not far away, and then opened the tent door and walked in.

In the camp, eight personal guards looked calm and were guarding in bronze armor. In the corner is the envoy of the Red Frog tribe, who has been waiting for a long time. Shulot looked at the envoy. He was short and stocky with a rough face. Although he tried his best to smile, he could not hide the smell of fighting.

The king looked at the envoy and calmly walked up to sit down. Barda held down his weapon, with guards on his left and right. There was silence in the camp, full of solemn murderous intent.

After a long while, the envoy of the Red Frog Tribe finally couldn't bear it any longer. He looked at Shulot in awe and spoke carefully.

"Honorable Death Chief! Your power is as boundless as the sky, and your warriors are as brave as the mountains. The Red Frog tribe fears you and is willing to lead more than 20,000 tribes in the valley to respect you as the supreme chief. , fight for your flag from now on!”

"Oh? The Red Frog Tribe wants to surrender?"

Shulot looked calm and his voice was low.

"Then hand over all your weapons, walk out of the mountain camp, and accept your fate."

"Surrender. No, I'm here to negotiate! Chief Death, there are still 20,000 brave Guakili people in the valley! We still have two mountain camps in the east and west! Our food has been harvested and we can hold on for several months!"

The red frog messenger's eyes widened and he said fiercely.

"Although the Cactus tribe is brave, it will cost thousands of casualties to conquer the valley! In the city of Palms in the east, we still have tens of thousands of reinforcements who will arrive soon! By then, we will be attacked from both inside and outside and destroyed. It’s you!”

"Oh? Then you go back and tell Chief Red Frog. He can continue to hold on to the valley! The army will attack tomorrow. I want to see how long he can hold on."

Shulot glanced at the ferocious roaring messenger and shook his head slightly. After all, he is a canine descendant of the wilderness, and the envoy seeking peace is as tough as a warrior, completely unqualified.

The red frog messenger was speechless and couldn't speak for a long time. After a while, he lowered his head with difficulty.

"Great Chief Death, as long as you protect the Red Frog tribe and allow Chief Red Frog to continue to lead the tribe, we will hand over the camp and valley, and surrender to you with more than 20,000 Guakili tribesmen!"

"Oh? Preserve the Red Frog tribe and continue to be the chief?"

Shulot smiled faintly.

"How many people are there in the Red Frog headquarters, and how many Dingkou should be reserved?"

"Seven thousand. No, only six thousand Dingkou! The other dozen tribes, sixteen to seven thousand people, are all at your disposal! In addition, Chief Red Frog will also lead his own soldiers to fight for you!"

"Six thousand Dingkou. Sixteen to seven thousand tribes."

The king became serious, pondered for a moment, and asked again.

"Chief Red Frog's headquarters is only six thousand, how can he decide on more than twenty thousand tribes? There are three major tribes in the valley. The Red Fox Tribe has fled, and the Red Frog Tribe wants to surrender. What is the Red Cat Tribe's plan?"

"Great Chief Death, our Red Frog Tribe now controls the valley and has thousands of warriors! The Red Cat Tribe has suffered heavy casualties. No matter what we plan, we can't count them."

The red frog messenger straightened his back and looked confident.

"The camps at the east and west valley entrances are all in our hands. As long as the camps are opened and the Red Frog tribe takes the lead in surrendering, the other tribes will have no choice but to surrender together!"

"Um"

Shulot was very interested and looked at the red frog messenger again.

"Retaining 6,000 people is a bit too many. I'd better take them myself!"

"Five thousand people. No, only four thousand people!"

The Red Frog Messenger shouted anxiously with wide eyes.

"The Red Frog Tribe only wants to save 4,000 people. We will hand over the valley, return to the wilderness to the north, and no longer go south to plunder! Chief of the God of Death, we will also submit to you and fight for your flag!"

"Oh?"

Xuluot smiled faintly. He looked at the anxious Red Frog Messenger and said with a smile.

"The Red Frog Tribe surrenders and saves 4,000 people. Well, this condition is acceptable. However, Chief Red Frog must be punished for leading the way south! Tell the Red Frog Tribe to hand over the chief's head, the camp and the valley, and they can return to the wilderness!"

"How can this be possible! How can Chief Red Frog die!"

The Red Frog Messenger straightened up and jumped anxiously.

"Great Chief, Chief Red Frog is brave and good at fighting. He is willing to die for you. Please spare his life!"

"Oh?"

The smile on Xiuluot's face became more and more intense. He smiled at the messenger in front of him, and suddenly his face turned cold.

"Guards, take him down!"

Hearing the king's order, several guards rushed forward and pressed the struggling Red Frog messenger to the ground. Then, the king smiled and stepped forward and looked at the messenger.

"Say it again. Who are you?"