In the south of Salander, Suanko City, Suanke is still a little cool in the middle of the night, the streets are very empty, there is not the slightest figure, only dead branches and garbage everywhere,

The night breeze blew, bringing with it the damp smell of decay, which had become a symbol of Suanco during this time. In the houses on both sides of the street, there are basically no lights, and occasionally there is a little candlelight, which looks like it is coming from hell, which is particularly eerie and eerie.

Patrols can occasionally be seen on the road, these listless Normandy soldiers are scattered in formation, and their faces are also heavy and depressed, with the defeat of the Normandy army all the way on the front, the Normandians' plan to occupy Salander is crushed to pieces like ants in front of the strong advancing Falcon army,

In order to reduce the possibility of being attacked by the mob, the entire Salander people in Suanco City were expelled from the area of Suanco City in accordance with their private agreement with the Falcon Empire.

The strictest curfew has been imposed in the city, even during the day, the entrance and exit gates need to be subject to the strictest checks, and at night it is completely closed, and the entire city of Suanco has basically become a gathering place for fleeing nobles.

The banquet that once celebrated victory all night has also stopped, the conqueror who was drunk and dreamed of death has suddenly become a beaten water dog, the former paradise has become a mob world, and the city of Suanco, which was once the center of southern domination, is now left with only tens of thousands of Normandy pillar nobles trembling in the cold wind.

In the silence of the night,

Da Da Da ......

A black carriage sped down the street, whip of the coachman breaking the silence in the wind. From time to time, dead branches and leaves fell on top of the carriage under the willows of the night wind, and the carriage quickly ran over the desolate and calm streets until it reached the town hall in the center of the city

The door of the carriage stopped in the night wind. The Normandy soldiers standing guard at the gate hurriedly straightened up, and a handsome young Normandy officer hurried out of the door of the town hall. Came to the carriage and straightened his body, and respectfully opened the door, "Prime Minister, Ling Qianjin and the general have been waiting inside for a long time!"

"Yes, I can't imagine that Chillia, who is known as the fierce wolf of Normandy, will have such a down-and-out time, she has never waited for anyone!" With a low sigh, an obese old Normandy nobleman, dragging a bucket-like figure, got out of the car bloated.

He looked up at the dark streets around him, and then, without the help of the young lieutenant, stepped straight up the marble steps leading to the town hall.

"Whew" the night breeze blows. The wind lamp in front of the hall trembled in the night wind, emitting a faint light, faintly illuminating the dirty and swollen old man's somewhat gloomy eyes.

He was the negotiator who had arrived from Normandy proper, the Marquis de Beaukov, Prime Minister of the Duchy. He had always been on the mainland of the Duchy, so this was the first time he had come to Salander, as he had a private agreement with the Falcon Empire's navy, and his solo entry was not restricted. As soon as he arrived in Saland, he rushed to Suanke City in a hurry. Not only because of the fear of the safety of Suanke City, but also for another reason. That is, his only daughter is also in Salander.

The door of the "creak" town hall slowly opened under the push of two Normandy soldiers, revealing some dark light inside, and under these dark lights, a tall woman in armor turned around,

With a pretty face with a bit of dark and blue temperament, if you don't know it in advance, few people will know that this is the current supreme military commander of the Suanco region, one of the fierce wolf Chillia of Normandy

"Father, how could you come to Salander" Beside the fierce wolf Chilia, there was also a girl wearing a long palace dress, with a beautiful face, fair skin, and a little sadness between her eyebrows, she saw the prime minister of the principality who walked in, and almost trotted over without hesitation...,

"What are you doing!" the Prime Minister of the Principality glared at the girl with a complicated expression, "Do you think I don't know the Duke's plans?" You should know that he is a very decisive person, and the initial dispatch of Salander and the abandonment of Salander now are all well thought out, that is to say, even if the Falcon Emperor kills them all, the Principality has no choice! If I don't insist on this time, there will not even be negotiations."

"No, Lord Duke will never let us fend for ourselves!" interrupted the fierce wolf Chillia, with an ugly face

"If you don't give up, what can you do?" Prime Minister Bokov said disapprerovitically, "This time our opponent is the Falcon Empire in the north, a powerful empire that has just unified an entire continent and has hundreds of thousands of troops.

Their navy has blocked the sea routes, and tens of thousands of elites are stationed less than a day's away, and the morning and evening are coming, and the city of Su'anke can be destroyed at any time, with their current strength of less than 20,000 men, what do you think are the chances of victory?"

"The Duke will never sit idly by and watch us be annihilated, and will definitely send reinforcements from the mainland" The fierce wolf Chilia raised her head, and insisted without giving in on her pretty face, she was known as one of the seven generals under the Duke's command, and naturally she was also the most loyal general, otherwise she would not have led more than 10,000 remnants of the army to hold on to Suanke City, supporting a safe haven for tens of thousands of Normans stranded in Salander, without strong faith, how could she be afraid of death

"Reinforcements?" Prime Minister Bokov sneered at the corner of his mouth, looked at the dark black sky outside the door, and said, "The strength of the principality is 110,000, and 60,000 have been lost in the Salander War, and there are only 3 of the seven generals left, and the principality has reached the edge of danger, unless the Duke takes the risk of mobilizing the 40,000 people stationed in the mainland, where are there any reinforcements, in fact, you yourself know how ridiculous it is to lie about reinforcements."

"What about the Empire, we attacked Salander exactly as they instructed us!" Chillia's face turned a little blue and pale, and Bokov's words undoubtedly shattered her last glimmer of hope

"As early as a month ago, the Duke had already submitted an application to the suzerain, asking the Empire to intervene in this war, if the main force of the Empire participates in the war, we will turn the tide of the war in one fell swoop" Bokov shook his head helplessly, and said, "Unfortunately, compared to the small Salander, the eyes of the Empire are still stuck in the distant Seattlek,

The empire's 500,000 troops were fighting fiercely with the Dongbians there, so the empire had always been lukewarm on this matter, and several old rivals of the principality were also dragging their feet, saying that the Seattle war decided the great cause of the emperor's majesty, how could it be because of the war of a small principality

It wasn't until half a month ago that the news of the defeat came from Seattle,

The two legions on the left line of the imperial army were too advanced, and the lone army went deeper, and they were ambushed on both sides by the famous general Long Lingjun of the Dongbia Empire, and the main forces of the two legions were concentrated and surrounded, and His Majesty the Emperor launched an attack on the whole line, hoping to save these two legions, but unfortunately failed, not only lost 100,000 troops, but also had to stop the pace of the empire's eastward advance,

It was under such circumstances that His Majesty the Emperor finally agreed to the Duke's request for negotiation, otherwise, you would be dead end now!"

"So, the blood of tens of thousands of our Norman warriors has been shed in vain? We can only retreat like this? No, I'm not reconciled, I won't go, even if I die here, I will launch a decisive challenge to the Falcon Emperor" The fierce wolf Chilia said with an excited expression.

"That's a personal vendetta, I know that you've always had a crush on Goshawk Avize!You want to find out who killed him, but you shouldn't drag on the lives of all Normans" The Prime Minister of the Duchy, Bokov, looked at the fierce wolf Chilia with a cold face, "Tomorrow I will negotiate with the Falcon Empire, as long as their demands are not too excessive, I will agree,...,

The principality has lost nearly 70,000 excellent warriors, it is already a great injury, and there are enemies around it, so it should not be at this time, let the blood of the warriors flow in vain in this strange land, if you insist on doing this, ask you what face you have to go underground to see the goshawk Avize"

There was silence for a while, and the fierce wolf Chilia raised her head and took a deep breath, "Tomorrow's negotiation, I'll go too!" The Falcon army doesn't know me, I will settle this matter before everyone leaves, that Marquis Vic, I will definitely use his head to pay tribute to Goshawk Avize"

"What if the Marquis of Vic no longer exists?" Hearing Celia's words, the Duchy Chancellor Bokov said with a slightly wry smile, "You must have not known about the situation in the northern part of Salander for a long time, I learned something from the merchants before I came, especially about the Marquis of Vic, the hero of the northern Salanders,

According to the merchants, the hero of the Salanders is dead,

It's because of a tiny little cold, it's funny to say, the fate of this Marquis of Vic is really bad,

He caught a cold on the way back to Vic Harbor from Salander Kyoto, and when he returned to the port in a storm, he was already dead, and soon the news came that he had died, and many of Salander's northern nobles knew about it, in fact, a person like him, even if he didn't die from a cold, would die because of the jealousy of his colleagues."

"How is it possible! How can someone who can defeat the goshawk Avize die of a cold!"

"This is the fate of heroes," Bokov sighed with emotion, "Actually, I always thought that Avi the Goshawk was on the battlefield, which was his fate, do you want him to die like a scoundrel on a bed made of door panels?" If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )