The resumption of negotiations was demanded by the Portuguese, who had taken a step back and offered more favorable terms to the Portuguese, while the Portuguese still clinged to unrealistic illusions.

Sigubo was under attack, and within ten hours of the attack, the Ngoni and the Recruits had captured a third of the city of Higubo, and although the Portuguese had killed thousands of Ngoni and Recruits, the Ngoni and Recruits were in a steady stream, and the attacks were fierce and fierce, and the Portuguese had no respite.

In this case, the Portuguese actually accused Roque of not helping, and Roque was really surprised by João Franco's brain circuit.

As a mediator, Roque was certainly inconvenient to speak.

So the scum didn't say a word, stood up and left.

João Franco's fingers hadn't been lowered yet, and he was immediately a little overwhelmed.

"Oh, hehehe, are you talking? I'm sorry, I'm old, I'm not on energy, I need to rest early-" The former president finally woke up, and stood up tremblingly with his hands on the table.

"Slow down, slow down—" Roque stepped forward to help.

"Thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to have coffee together—" the former president extended an olive branch.

"Then I'll visit you later." Roque reciprocated.

"Wait—" João Franco finally realized what was happening.

Roque and the former president did not speak, but looked at João Franco with the eyes of a fool, and the figure of the scum had disappeared into the hallway.

The negotiation room is on the second floor of the Golden Hill Hotel, and the scum lives on the left side of the stairs on the second floor, and Joao Franco lives on the right side of the stairs on the second floor, which is actually very favorable to the Portuguese.

"Wait, the negotiations are not over yet!" Joao Franco was already sweating on his head, and yesterday the scum said that he was going to hunt, and maybe he would leave at dawn, in case the scum disappeared for three or five days.

Not to mention impossible, this kind of thing is probably impossible to happen to Germans, and it is too normal for it to happen to Africans.

In fact, the Germans are sometimes unreliable, no, His Excellency the Chief of the General Staff is "in good health" today.

"Mr. Franco, if you continue with this attitude, then the negotiations are in fact over." The former president is still dizzy with old eyes, and what he says is very sensible.

"No, the negotiations are not over, Higubo is being attacked, my compatriots are dying, and the war must stop immediately." Joao Franco's body is shaky.

"So what do you mean?" Roque finally spoke.

"I'm sorry Lord Nyasaland, please get the Yao people back, and we'll continue to negotiate." João Franco finally came to terms with reality.

Roque didn't talk nonsense, helped the former president to sit down, let the former president continue to doze off, and turned around to find not only the scum, but even the chief of the general staff.

"I'm sorry, I'm not in good health." His Excellency the Chief of the General Staff's apology is insincere.

"So let's get going." Roque Regardless of the chief of the general staff and the former president, the key is João Franco.

"In any case, the war must be stopped first, and then we can continue negotiations." Joao Franco is back to square one.

"Lord, I really don't know what else to talk about, this guy is simply wasting all of our time." The scum ignored Joao Franco and complained directly to Roque, and the Geng direct translator next to him directly translated "this guy" in its original form.

This guy!

It's rude, and João Franco's eyes are on fire.

Neither Roque nor His Excellency the Chief of the General Staff spoke, waiting for João Franco to erupt and the former President to begin to snore a little.

Joao Franco took several deep breaths to suppress the breath before calming down: "The war can't go on—"

"As long as the negotiations are not over, the war will continue—" Slag interrupted João Franco's words, thanking Portugal for its 500-year colonization of Portuguese East Africa, both of which were spoken in Portuguese: "-Anyway, it was you Portuguese who died, not us Yao, and you may not know that it was the Ngoni and the recruits who fought against you Portuguese." ”

The scumbag's lips are a little thick, and a little eversion, similar to the Warriors' Green, and the mockery is very strong when he speaks, especially when the scum deliberately smiles, the corners of his mouth are still a little crooked, not to mention Joao Franco, Roque wants to beat him.

So Roque didn't look at the scumbag's face when he spoke, and lowered his head and fiddled with the pen in his hand.

Schlieffen looked at the scum with interest, presumably assessing the threat of the scum.

In fact, there was a lot of commotion in the conference room, scum and Joao Franco spoke Portuguese, Roque spoke English, Schlieffen spoke German, and the former president spoke French.

Even the former president's translator is busy, and I don't know if the former president, who is snoring, can hear it.

"Sir, should we adjourn the meeting for the time being—" Schlieffen whispered to Roque, who knew English and was annoying to use German at this time.

"Then let the meeting be adjourned for the time being, and continue in half an hour, Monsieur Franco, think about it, persistence is a good quality, but untimely persistence is stubbornness." Roque kindly reminded João Franco, in exchange for a cold snort from João Franco.

Then the meeting was adjourned, and the scum and Joao Franco and the other translators all left, leaving only Roque, Schlieffen, and the former president in the room.

"It's finally clean." The former president was sleepy-eyed.

"How are we going to end this?" Schlieffen switched back to English.

"The end? Just kidding, we're just witnessing, and what's the right to end? The former president also muttered in English, not so loudly that just three of them could hear it.

The French and the Germans are also feuding, so it is inevitable to tear each other down, and Roque can only turn a blind eye.

"The Portuguese have to accept this condition first, and then there is the possibility of continuing negotiations." Roque reiterated.

"It looks like that's all it takes." Schlieffen agreed.

"Hehe-" The former president did not speak, and his attitude spoke for itself.

"So what should we do next?" Roque did not make a decision, ceding the lead to Schlifeffen and the former president.

"Let's end this as soon as possible, the weather in Johannesburg is terrible." Schlieffen just wanted to hurry up and go home.

"Let's talk to Mr. Franco." The ex-president suggested.

Then let's go to João Franco.

João Franco was in the lounge and when he heard Roque's suggestion, Joao Franco looked like he had seen a ghost.

"What, accept the conditions of the Yao people? Impossible, absolutely impossible! "Joao Franco was furious.

None of them spoke, sitting quietly on the couch watching Joao Franco perform.

"If we want the Yao people to surrender, then it will be a shame for the civilized society, since the Age of Discovery, the authority established by the civilized society in front of the barbarians will be swept away, and the barbarians of other colonies will also be bewitched by the Yao people, isn't this result very dangerous?" João Franco tried his best to win the support of Roque.

"Don't say it's so serious, in 1822 Portugal lost Brazil." Roque didn't want to listen to João Franco's nonsense, Portugal's defeat did not represent the defeat of colonialism, and if it were to be counted as such, then Britain should be the most failed country in the world, because Britain has lost Canada and Australia in succession over the years.

"You-" João Franco didn't expect Roque to be so faceless, and he was about to shoot at Roque.

"Mr. Franco, be pragmatic, if you don't accept the conditions of the Yao people, then the war will continue, and if you have not decided before the fall of Xigubo, then no one can guarantee what the Yao people will put forward next." The former president would be refreshed.

"Maybe the Yao people don't need to put forward any more conditions." Schlieffen made up for it.

"Shouldn't we be on the same page?" Joao Franco seems to have just understood the situation.

"No, I only represent my personal position, not even London's." Roque immediately brushed it off.

"Germany is only with justice." Look at the archway erected by the chief of staff.

"France has no position." The former president's words were concise and to the point.

Roark suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

Roque understands Joao Franco's feelings very well, just like Gu Weijun at the Paris Peace Conference, and the Syrian representative in the rest area of the United Nations General Assembly, this is the sorrow of the widows and widows of small countries, the national strength is not strong, and the helpers invited will defect.

"Mr. Franco, I know you are unwilling, but I must remind you that what is more important than persistence is to stop losses in time, and you may get nothing by persevering until the end, and you can at least retain a part of the principal." Roque got up, not wanting to see Franco continue to struggle, once, the Chinese were also full of grievances and had nowhere to cry, and in the end they could only make a final struggle without signing.

I just don't know if the Portuguese have this backbone.

As it turned out, the Portuguese did not.

Just as Roque and Schlieffen and the former president were about to leave, João Franco finally spoke: "Wait, even if we agree, who can guarantee that the Yao people will not tear up the agreement-"

Roque looked back and saw João Franco sitting on the couch with his head down, his forehead covered in sweat drops, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"Just now, only the last thousand men were left in Sigubo, and only the Doge's Palace was left in the whole city, which had not yet fallen—" João Franco smiled wryly, and finally gave up resistance: "-Perhaps, it has fallen now." ”

Roque looked at Schlieffen and the former president, and there was relief, vigilance, and a little bit of sadness in everyone's eyes.

"I promise, I promise that the Yao people will not tear up the agreement." Roque's voice was sonorous and powerful.

Negotiations were immediately reopened, this time much simpler, and at Roque's insistence, the Yao gave up their demands for reparations and agreed to an immediate truce and withdraw all their forces north of the Savi River within three days.

The Portuguese agreed in principle to give up all the territories north of the Save, but the losses inflicted on the Portuguese south of the Save by the Yao people.

This request is actually a fig leaf, to save face for the Portuguese.

That night, Xiao Si came to find Roque.

"The Portuguese agreed?" Xiao Si's news is fast enough, and when he comes to find Roque, Roque has just returned to the police station.

"Agreed, it's better than we expected, we can talk about the distribution of earnings now." Roque laughed, the current result was better than Roque and Xiao Si expected.

Before the negotiations began, Roque and Smalls were targeting the Zambezi River basin and not involving the Sawe basin at all.

The current result is nearly 100,000 square kilometers more than the territory expected by Roque and Xiao Si.

Don't underestimate these 100,000 square kilometers, the terrain of Africa is high in the middle and low in the surrounding areas, and the land of Johannesburg and Nyasaland is not very suitable for cultivation in principle, at least the terrain is not flat enough.

In Portuguese East Africa, especially in the Zambezi River basin and the Saavi River basin, these areas are plains, fertile land, and flat rivers, as long as they are cultivated, they are all good and fertile fields, so for this result, Roque is very happy.

"River Savie, you have the River Savie again-" Xiao Si's expression was broken, in just one day, Roque forced the Portuguese to surrender, and pulled out so many benefits from the mouth of the Portuguese, Xiao Si wanted to break his head, and he couldn't understand how Roque did it.

"How? Consult, I will give you both Sofala and Bella, and you will give me the Zambezi River. Roque made a condition.

"Okay!" Xiao Si has not yet recovered from the shock.

Beira was a natural port a long time ago, but after the rise of Sofala, Beira's port was largely abandoned.

Both cities are not far from the River Save, about 120 kilometers away.

Since Xiao Si agreed to this condition, it also means that the area north of Beira and the Zambezi River belongs to Nyasaland.

The area of this area is about 200,000 square kilometers.

This is the reward of Luo Ke's support for the Yao people, I am afraid that Luo Ke did not expect that this return would be so rich.

It is indeed a cannon that fires ten thousand taels of gold.

"How do you get the Portuguese to agree to this plan?" Xiao Si finally thought about this question.

"These lands are now owned by the Yao people, and they have nothing to do with the Portuguese-" Roque has already filed a record, and even the words for the Portuguese are ready: "What's more, the hatred between the Portuguese and the Yao people is not shared, even if the war is stopped now, no one can guarantee that the Yao people will not tear up the agreement in the future, so Nyasaland and Rhodesia came forward to buy the land between the Yao people and the Portuguese, and physically separate the Portuguese and the Yao people, so that even if the Yao people tear up the agreement in the future, Then Nyasaland and Rhodesia will also be attacked first. ”

Roque's plan is very feasible, although it is clearly to divide the territory of Portuguese East Africa, but I am afraid that the Portuguese will still be grateful to Roque.

This torii is also very good!

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