In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

"Let me out!"

"Let your clan leader come to see me!"

Angry shouts echoed in the cold dungeon.

This dungeon that exists in the middle of the mountain is like dripping water turning into ice in winter.

Even though none of the people in custody were ordinary people, they also felt very cold.

Porfirio roared angrily, but no one paid him any attention. He could only sullenly wrap himself in a worn-out woolen blanket with no visible print, and huddled back in a corner of the cell.

Many officials and generals who were imprisoned together were much more honest. In fact, they did not feel that they were suffering much. They did not have the treatment of single cells, but they could get together and stay warm.

Although the future was uncertain, at least he could still be alive. If he really had that determination, he would die on the battlefield with the holy knights of the church.

"Bart, take off your coat and give it to me."

Porfirio, who had vented his anger, felt that the sweat on his body had turned into ice shards after he calmed down, and he shouted tremblingly.

A cell away, Major General Bart, who was crowded in the crowd, said with an ugly face: "Sorry, Mr. President, we are too far apart. Even if I want to throw my clothes to you, I can't. Why don't you ask Russel?" Lieutenant General, he's in the cell next to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lieutenant General Russell's powerful voice rang out: "It's okay for you to be far away. Why don't you throw your clothes to me, and I promise to pass them on to His Excellency the President!"

"No, I don't know if you will cut it off and keep it for yourself. After all, this is what you are best at. I doubt your loyalty to Mr. President and to the motherland."

"fart!"

The two sides went back and forth, quarreling and arguing, but no one paid attention to the president's orders.

The trembling president felt a sense of sadness in his heart. In this battle, the entire elite new Mexican army was wiped out. Half of the leadership team was captured by the Texans. In addition, the church's power also suffered heavy losses. He was worried that he Being trapped in this dungeon for a long time, I am afraid that the entire country will return to a state of being leaderless and falling apart.

If this continues, even if the British capture the castle and rescue themselves and others, they may become completely puppets and lose their glory.

At this time, a gap opened in the skylight of the dungeon.

The president came immediately, stood up, and shouted: "Let Giuliano come to see me, I have something important to talk to him about!"

The guard outside the window smiled and said: "Your Excellency President, Patriarch Giuliano greets you. He said that as long as you nod, Texas will send the distinguished guests and your country's 'mission' intact." Outbound.”

Porfirio gritted his teeth, but did not intend to let go. A great dictator like him relied on fame, the army, and iron-fisted methods to suppress domestic resistance forces. But now, his army has been destroyed, and only the past is left. Prestige.

If he really agreed to sign that humiliating treaty, his political career would be completely over.

"It's impossible. Mexico, under the care of Our Lady of Guadalupe, will never bow to the evil dark wolves, even if it costs me my life!"

Seeing that the skylight above his head was about to close again, Porfirio hurriedly laughed, trying to attract the attention of the people above.

"Hahaha! The British army has arrived, and you Texans are about to face a disaster. At this time, you are still dreaming of forcing the great Mexico to bow to you. Don't you know that even if you really sign the treaty, it will be cheaper in the end? Will it only be British?"

No matter how much he yelled, the skylight still closed firmly.

…

On the city wall of Wolfsburg, Lothar asked with some confusion: "Aren't our Presidents still going to let go?"

Forcing the Mexicans to sign is just a claim. In fact, it is just the icing on the cake.

"Perhaps only when the British are defeated will he recognize the reality."

Giuliano sneered: "When I first met this president, he planned to conquer us and wanted us to be his private soldiers to consolidate his power."

It's not that Porfirio is crazy, but that he feels that under the coercion of Britain, Texas will eventually be defeated and moved away. He is willing to allocate a piece of land in Mexico to Texas. People - this is actually a less ugly way of cutting off territory.

Porfirio, who had lost his new army, felt that the wolves could be used and wooed.

Lothar shrugged: "This is how a politician's brain works. He thinks he can control the Texans by using Machiavellian tactics and wants you to be his dog. But to be honest, I think joining Mexico and being a Provinces with a high degree of autonomy are also a way out. Mr. President will gain face, and we will gain face.”

Giuliano was silent for a moment and smiled: "Yes, this road would not be bad if you weren't here."

But if you can save both face and face, it is better to win two shares than to win both.

Sometimes fame is illusory and worthless, but when you need it, it is worthless.

Squeaking, the sturdy draft horse dragged the heavy artillery across the road paved with gravel and gravel. Behind it, there were several shirtless and muscular wolves, like Greek sculptures from the Renaissance, pushing this behemoth. .

"Is this the main gun that was removed from the Mexican land carrier?"

"Yes, it is really huge. After we disassemble it, we plan to install it on the No. 1 turret."

These days, the Texans have moved all the captured Mexican and British artillery to the artillery platform.

The entire New Basilicata and the fortresses on the surrounding mountains have been built into "steel hedgehogs".

According to Losa's vision, it is unknown how many lives will be lost before this strong city can be conquered.

Unfortunately, even Losa himself knows that his tactical vision of this era is very limited.

The defense of the city of New Basilicata and Fort Wolf is still far behind the solid fortresses built in Europe. For example, the famous Liege Fortress in World War I looked much stronger than this, but it still fell under the German artillery fire.

Although Belgium is a small country, its industrial base and total population are much stronger than Texas. The defense system around Fort Wolf, which Texas has built with all its strength, cannot be compared with the Liege Fortress.

Apart from anything else, the lack of reinforced concrete is a big problem.

In the Middle Ages, the Theodosian Wall of Constantinople, the Queen of Ten Thousand Cities, which was known as "never falling", would probably collapse with just one white crystal bomb if magic was excluded.

Last time, Wolfburg was able to stand firm in the face of the artillery fire of the Wolf Tribe Expeditionary Force, but it does not mean that the new Basilicata, which has been expanded dozens of times, can do the same this time. Even without counting the generation gap of 20 years, the firepower levels of both sides are far apart.

At this time, the industrial scale of the entire Apennine Peninsula under the rule of the Wolf Tribe is less than one-tenth of that of the British mainland, which led the first industrial revolution.

"I'm afraid this war will be very tragic."

Lothar took a deep breath. The intensity of war in this era is far from comparable to that of medieval wars. He summoned his knights and cavalry to participate in the war, but he did not intend to let them learn anything, but purely wanted them to broaden their horizons.

Giuliano looked back at Losa and said with a smile: "But we have to fight. As you said, this is the founding battle of Texas. If we win, it means that the future of the wolf tribe is here."

If it is said that the wolf tribe also has destiny and orthodoxy, then the destiny and orthodoxy are naturally in the hands of the wolf master.

It's a pity that he failed to withstand the pressure of the great powers and unite the loose wolf tribe families into a united country. This shows that if the wolf tribe continues to move forward according to his path, there is no future for it.

If the Texans can win, it proves that the future of the wolf tribe is in their hands.

"Times have changed, artifacts have changed, Mr. Patriarch, Miss Valentina once told me that people from the Axi family had contact with you, is that true?"

Giuliano admitted very straightforwardly: "It is true, but I have been undecided. After all, in the war, almost all the tribesmen had relatives and friends who died at the hands of the Axi family. The conditions for cooperation they proposed were not sincere at all."

"If you win this battle, I think you can try to talk to the Axi family again. Today is different from the past. With the power of victory, they will recognize the reality. The Axi family has controlled the Apennine Peninsula for so many years, and the old wolf lord should still have some background."

After Losa finished speaking, his tone paused: "Of course, this is just a personal opinion. If Mr. Patriarch is not interested in the title of the wolf clan leader, I think you'd better find a suitable opportunity to completely draw a line with the old wolf clan."

Not only to draw a line, but also to create a concept that the old wolf clan is barbaric and evil, and the new wolf clan is enlightened and civilized.

It sounds like betraying one's own kind and becoming a wolf traitor, but this is the reality. The wolf tribe has been riding on the heads of the people of the Apennine Peninsula for hundreds of years, and sooner or later it will be time for reckoning.

Giuliano was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "I will consider your proposal."