My Empire

Pressing his long sword, Oleman felt the sweat overflowing from the palm of his palm, he involuntarily swallowed his saliva along the way, and every step he took seemed to exhaust all his energy.

He wanted to maintain his graceful posture, but became a little stiff because of being too nervous. Through his visor, he could feel the curiosity and hatred and disdain in the eyes from all directions.

"Hold the banner 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 aiming at me. !"

The attendant following him was so scared that his footsteps were all messed up, and he quickly raised the white flag in his hand higher. He yelled loudly as he walked, and his voice was a bit sharp: "Don't shoot! We are here to negotiate! Don't shoot! We are here to negotiate!"

In this way, they walked all the way to the trench dug by the Ailanhill soldiers, staring at the muzzle of the countless black holes aimed at them, and stopped in front of an Ailanhill grenadier company commander. Footsteps.

"I am General Oleman! The temporary commander-in-chief of the defense forces near Ludnar, I request to meet with your commander..." Try to keep his tone calm, Oleman spoke 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 senior commander of the Magic Empire standing in front of a mortal and speaking in such a low voice. It was a miracle that Oleman could adjust his emotions.

You know, not everyone can suddenly recognize reality and accept the cruel reality. Oleman was once a very proud wizard and commander, even in the Holy Demon Empire, he was also 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 had not surrendered alone. He represented the entire Ludnar City behind him, and represented the million residents and at least 300,000 troops of various types stationed here.

Although the 300,000 troops are somewhat watery, this number includes at least 100,000 civilians who have only recently been forcibly enlisted in the army, and almost 100,000 ordinary civilians of the Holy Demon Empire with low combat effectiveness.

Since the founding of the magic empire, there has been no strange incident of leading an army of 300,000 to surrender to mortals. Even for a magician, surrendering to civilians is a shame.

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

"Are you here to surrender?" Ailan Hill's company commander seemed to be focusing on the white flag behind Oleman. He looked at the white flag, and then at Eleman's face: "Just the two of you?"

"Ah...I'm here to negotiate...not to surrender..." Although he was here to surrender, Oleman was still unwilling to confess his humiliating decision in front of a small enemy officer.

"Negotiating? Not surrendering?" The company commander obviously didn't understand the reservations of the senior officers of the Magic Empire. He sneered, and then said: "Today is the deadline we have set. What are you doing without surrendering?"

He even wanted to turn around and walk back, but Oleman called out: "Wait! Wait! We are here to discuss the terms of surrender!"

Oleman felt that his heart was slammed by the bayonet hanging from the opponent's waist. He felt like a clown, performing various shameful ways in front of the two armies.

It's all here, if you let him return without success, then he will really cry to death. Now that he took the first step on his way, Oleman felt that his self-esteem and pride had been cruelly crushed by reality.

"What are the conditions for surrender?" The company commander was stunned for a moment, and then frowned: "I said, do you want to surrender or continue to fight us? What's the trouble with this kind of thing?"

In the eyes of this company commander, the surrender of the current Saint Demon Empire army is a matter of course. There is no shame in it. He has already lost the war, and there is no room for struggle. If he doesn't surrender, can he all go to death?

Stop it, there are people who fight to the end, but they are definitely not the majority. Most people will choose to surrender and end the war decently!

You see, back then, the mortal empire accepted the cruel reality and knew how happy the monarchs of the mortal empires knelt after knowing that they could never defeat the magic empire? They didn't bargain, so they just fell to their knees with a plop.

Not only did they kneel, but they knelt quickly and decently. Their knees are stiff, and they are expensive and have a sense of rhythm...

Oleman felt that he had been humiliated today. He really wanted to walk up to the **** little officer on the opposite side, reach out and grab the opponent’s collar, then lift him up and catch him close to him, and tell him well. What do you mean by decent surrender!

Now there are 300,000 troops and millions of civilians behind him! If the lives of these troops cannot be guaranteed, and the survival of these civilians who are about to run out of food cannot be ensured, then what is the point of his surrender?

Of course, after all this was negotiated face-to-face, the two sides held a handover ceremony. Oleman handed over his flag and armor. The other party allowed him to keep his sword and enjoy the prisoner treatment that the nobles deserve. This is surrender, right?

He Oleman is also the city lord of Ludnar anyway, is the archon of the Holy Demon Empire, and is a high-ranking official second only to the chief archon! Don't save face?

Even if he died, he couldn't surrender to a company commander of Ailan Hill. If this spread out, he might as well die.

It's a pity that he can't talk to the **** Alan Hill in front of him, the grass-roots officer who hates him. He is here to negotiate, but he is not here to negotiate with a company commander...

"We have a lot of things to discuss with your chief, the placement of civilians, the safety of soldiers... all these are discussed, so you'd better inform your chief and let him come to receive us." People are under the roof. Having to bow his head, Oleman had to be patient and put out some decent reasons for prevarication.

Finally, his words made the other party feel a touch of truth. The company commander nodded, and moved away from his side: "You still have some truth in what you said. Come with me. I'll take you to our battalion commander."

Hearing the official title of the battalion commander, Oleman almost vomited a mouthful of old blood. He also fought with Ailan Hill for such a long time. Of course he knew how big a battalion commander was.

Suddenly, Oleman had an urge to cry. He felt that he would be very busy today, and it was meaningless to be busy.

In a moment he will go to see a battalion commander in Ailan Hill, then the regiment commander, and then up there may be a division commander, or a military commander, and finally he may meet a larger officer...

He heard that his opponent was a famous general named Wilkes, and he heard that he had held up the day's onslaught of Ailan Hill's army in the vast sea.

Oleman didn’t understand why a general who surrendered after a day’s fierce attack on Allan Hill’s army had any qualifications to be called a famous general. He also didn’t understand why he also surrendered to Allan Hill. The other party has become a high-ranking official in Ailan Hill.

For a moment, Oleman even felt a little regretful: Did he surrender earlier, be more resolute, and take the initiative for two years, he can become a decent Ailan Hill magic like this Wilkes? The "consultant" of the legion.

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

Under the curious gaze of the Ailan Hill soldiers, Oleman stepped across the not-so-wide trench, and also looked at the soldiers who were resting holding weapons, holding water glasses or holding compressed biscuits.

The fortifications here are very simple. Because Ailan Hill's troops are attacking, they are likely to abandon here and move on in a few hours, so there is no need to lay out a complete fortification.

Who would let the Holy Demon Empire not have the ability to fight back, even if it can't even stick to its defenses for a long time? This may be a kind of irony, the most pungent, opponent's irony.

It is these mortals who look a little sloppy, these mortals with backpacks and grenades slung on their bodies, squatting on the ground covered in dust, and even with gunpowder and black mud on their faces, driving the Holy Demon Empire to where it is today. .

Oleman walked forward step by step, past the mortar position, past the howitzer position, past the ammunition supply truck and the anti-aircraft artillery. Then, already numb, he saw the Katyusha rocket, the huge 203mm caliber howitzer, and the Hawke 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 regimental commander, and then a division commander.

Anyway, in the end, he finally saw a high-ranking general who claimed to be a military commander, and walked into a tent with a map full of documents, more like the office of a civilian.

"Welcome, General Oleman! I'm the chief military officer here, you can..." The opponent is gentle, and it is hard to tell that he is the commander of the 3rd Armored Corps, the main force of Ailan Hill.

Along the way, Oleman, who had lost something early this time, did not hesitate or pause this time, and fluently stated his purpose without any arrogance: "I have come to surrender, Lord General!"——

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