Realm of Power

"I'm sorry to keep you two waiting for so long. I just encountered some urgent military matters and I'm late!"

The fat man Long Xiang walked in from the door with a tiger's stride. Under his thick sword-like eyebrows, his eyes were as sharp as sharp blades. He exuded the king's unique killing and decisive domineering attitude. He had an indescribable look and every gesture. During this time, there is a majesty of each ruler that no one dares to look at.

"Your Highness, I think we can start!" The fat man glanced over and casually waved his hand to the nervous guy with a red face in front of him, indicating that he could also sit down.

"There is no place for me, the prince, to sit in front of the Vekia Falcon!"

Prince Harris had a wry smile on his lips. Although he was recognized as the most handsome, mighty and talented among all the Salander princes, only after seeing him today did he realize what a real hero of troubled times should look like!

Just the sound of footsteps made him feel that his arrogant dignity was lost in inexplicable emotion. The noble title of "His Royal Highness" sounded so out of place at this moment.

One is the continental overlord with power in the southwest, while the other is a puppet prince with no power. Although it is just a very casual sentence to start, it has clearly shown who is the leader of this negotiation.

"Grand Duke, this is a negotiation document signed by the great Sultan Salander himself. The Grand Duke can take a look at it!" Third Prince Harris took the diplomatic document from the hands of Duke Ketuson, the Minister of Foreign Affairs behind him, with both hands respectfully handed it to the fat man,

The fat man took it unceremoniously and opened it, looking at it carefully with solemn eyes. His eyes were sharp, but his face was a little haggard. The battle and march for several days was a very hard thing.

From the deployment of the Molenborg Battle to the advance all the way to the city of Saratek, four or five battles of various sizes were fought continuously in the past half month. Not only did the entire north reverse the unfavorable situation of being passively beaten at the beginning, but it also continuously broke through Saran The defense circle outside Kyoto defeated Salander Kyoto's tens of thousands of troops and knocked them out of breath.

This was all a real field battle, with food and shelter, rain and wind, which made Fatty, who had not marched for a long time, a little bit too much. One of the reasons why Fatty let his troops temporarily advance was that no matter whether it was the main fighting army. The navy responsible for raiding the east and west coasts were all in a state of morbid exhaustion.

Although Salander Kyoto no longer has much ability to rebound, the possibility of dangerous moves by the opponent's troops cannot be ruled out. To the south of Kyoto, there are still 67,000 Normandy troops squatting eagerly. If Salander Kyoto Join forces with the Normans at all costs,

The Vecian army, which has been fighting continuously for a month, is like a bowstring that has been stretched to its peak. It will directly face the Normans who have been watching with cold eyes.

With the start of the war, the originally clear situation will fall into the quagmire of chaos. This is what Fatty does not want to see. What Fatty needs is a stable central and northern part of Salander to serve as a support point for cross-sea strikes against the rear of the Kingdom of Rode.

"Your Highness, Third Prince, please forgive me, I cannot accept such conditions!" After a while, the fat man put down the document in his hand, his face full of anger, and his tone was as cold as a knife.

"How can you say this!" the foreign minister, Duke Ketuson, said with trembling lips, "We are willing to cede seven counties in the north and agree to carry out business with you, Wikiia. Even if you want to set up a business alliance branch, you can also It’s not non-negotiable. Such conditions should be enough to make up for the losses of the Wikiya merchants in this war!”

"Haha, you can really tell lies with your eyes open." The fat man smiled disdainfully. Our army has occupied one-third of your central area and is marching deeper into the area. I believe that in less than a month, the central area will be Only the three central counties controlled by Salander in the northwest of Kyoto, the other areas will all fall under our control.

You are now asking our army to advance forward and return the occupied land unconditionally. Anyone with a brain can make a wise refusal!

But what you call compensation is the territory that has already belonged to the Northern Alliance. They are our best friends in Wikiia. I don’t need to explain this! "

The fat man spread his hands helplessly, frowned slightly, and said in a solemn tone, "We Wikians are not a warlike country. We have never been interested in friends' things! We just want to get the share we deserve." Yes, of course, if necessary, we don’t mind getting it directly from the creditor!”

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn. There were beads of sweat on the forehead of Harris, the third prince of Salander. In fact, he had expected such an answer. He looked at the foreign minister next to him, Duke Ketuson. The Minister of Foreign Affairs, who is known for his bad temper, was blushing with shame at this moment, and his protruding eyes were full of shame.

Third Prince Harris knew the abilities of this extremely embarrassed Foreign Minister, a typical loser. The reason why he was appointed as the Kingdom’s Foreign Minister was not because of his sharp wit, but because the previous Foreign Ministers were fighting with Normandy. When negotiating with others, his too tough attitude caused the dissatisfaction of the Normans.

Only the Duke of Ctusin can satisfy the Normans. His Majesty the Sultan sent him here this time, not without the intention of repeating the trick.

"Duke Ketuson, you go down first!" Third Prince Harris waved his hand to stop the foreign minister who wanted to argue, and asked the foreign minister to step down first. If he continued to speak, he would anger the Vecilia Falcon. The second hard-earned opportunity will fly away, and the negotiating team will fall into the most embarrassing situation.

When there are two people in the room,

Third Prince Harris asked bluntly, "I wonder what conditions the Grand Duke needs before he agrees to be an apprentice? The fact that the Grand Duke is willing to meet us despite his busy schedule shows that this negotiation is not without a chance. Otherwise, there will be no chance with the Grand Duke." It will be a waste of time here, it would be more practical to go back and prepare an army to attack the city! "

"Your Highness, don't be impatient. Since this is a negotiation, you must have some leverage to make a move!"

The fat man said coldly, looking very free and easy. In front of Harris, the fat man did not have the demeanor of a hero at all. He was like an old friend who had been with Harris for decades. He occasionally stopped by to greet the old friend today. . He casually curled up his feet in the chair, and then tightened his windbreaker.

"Chips?" Harris looked at the fat man in confusion. He still couldn't judge the meaning of the fat man's words. What kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of Vecia Falcon? What valuable chips does Salander Kyoto still hold now?

The fat man looked at him indifferently and said with a cold expression, "Don't understand? Then let me make it clear. I am not meeting you to negotiate, but to point out a way for you to survive.

I can let Salander Kyoto go, but you will still be unable to avoid the fate of destruction. I believe that the person who wants you to collapse most now is not me, the Vecians, but the nobles of the north and south who have been oppressed by you. Even if I Promise you not to attack Kyoto, and the coalition they formed will be able to capture you."

"North-South Allied Forces..."

Third Prince Harris hesitated, his face became extremely ugly,

What Wikija Falcon said is correct. Except for a very small number of the nearly 30,000 northern troops blocking the entrance to Kyoto this time, most of them are southern refugees who ran from Kyoto. He was bullied and humiliated all the time, and was kicked out of Kyoto like a refugee when he needed help the most.

Especially the final promulgation of the southern decree forced tens of thousands of southern nobles into the queue to flee in the north. The feelings of these people towards Kyoto can be expressed in terms of harshness and anger. If Kyoto falls into the hands of these resentful people, only I'm afraid it's hard to avoid a bloody storm of blood for blood

The title "North-South Allied Forces" can be regarded as a vivid expression of the sad situation of rebellion and alienation in Kyoto.

"My suggestion is very simple!" The fat man glanced at Harris's somewhat forlorn face, paused in his voice, and said with emphasis, "First, Salander Kyoto becomes a vassal kingdom of Vecia, and the total army is reduced to less than 20,000. , Second, the Salander Sultan must abdicate early because of the promulgation of the infamous southern decree. Third, the Salander capital is divided into four Salander autonomous dominions, which are placed under the management of your four brothers.

The Kingdom of Salander is not over! "

Third Prince Harris took a deep breath of air-conditioning. If Fatty's method was followed, the Kingdom of Salander would cease to exist, at least in name. Its land and military strength would be greatly reduced, and it would completely become a vassal kingdom of Wikiia.

"If not, I'm worried, and those guys who are full of resentment won't be willing to accept it!" Fatty responded. "Only in this way can we calm down the suppressed anger in their hearts and allow hundreds of thousands of Kyoto people to find a way to Xinxiao.

You know, these relatives of the Northern Army all had the experience of being treated coldly in Kyoto! No one dares to fortify, these crazy guys will not do things like burning down Kyoto or slaughtering the city."

"But, we haven't reached the end of the road yet after all!" Third Prince Harris argued with a pale face, "We still have 60,000 troops, and four counties including the western region. We still have... "

"That's enough, it's time for you to wake up!"

The fat man looked serious and waved his hand to interrupt him, "You have lost 90% of your territory in just two years. More than 90% of the officials are not thinking about how to defend the territory, but planning the final outcome." Way out! Is this kingdom not over yet? If it continues, it will only become a serious disaster!

The fat man stared at him with sharp eyes and asked, "I'm afraid you don't even believe that such a kingdom is still alive! It's time for you to make a decision whether to destroy the country in name or in fact!"