Late at night, in the center of Baihu City.
Under night, the bustling streets are no longer what they used to be. Windows are half-open and half-closed, swaying with the night, billboards are swaying here and there, and sparks flash from time to time.
The ground was littered with broken glass, concrete rocks, and emergency military ration packaging bags, creating a desolate scene.
There was a faint fire burning in the dark corridor, and figures in twos and threes gathered together, like ghosts at night, leaning on each other for warmth.
Today, this super metropolis guarding the south, the gateway to the United Kingdom, and the second imperial capital of Ambergris River has been completely reduced to a ghost town. One-third of the residents fled before the war broke out, one-third died in the massacre, and the remaining one-third became slaves. Like a walking corpse, living a half-starved, half-fed life without any dignity.
The pale moonlight shines on the flagpole in King's Square, reflecting the pattern of vultures and sandstorms.
The originally sacred and solemn square was now filled with nomadic tents, which were incompatible with the luxurious palace not far away. From time to time, shouts with a Dafangzhou accent could be heard in the camp, adding to the sadness of the country's subjugation.
A desert officer rode a camel quickly through the camp and came to the office on the side of the palace. He got off the ground and excitedly pushed the door open before he could tie up the camel.
"Uncle, you guessed it right, Bai Yefenghua and Ricardo both retreated!"
"There is also news from the west that Chen Erliu and Lacey Maris have stopped at Stinky Lake."
The young officer said excitedly, but the expression of the person involved did not change at all, his eyes were calm, and he slowly drank the drink from the earthenware cup.
The young officer looked puzzled and asked with some confusion, "Isn't this news sweeter and more delicious than the honeybazaar in your hand?"
Honeybazaar, a drink often consumed by Sand people, is made from cactus flowers and bumble bee honey. It has a light bitterness and sweetness. Its status among Sand people is equivalent to tea in the Eastern Continent and red wine in the Western Continent. .
The middle-aged man who put down the cup slowly raised his head. His amber eyes were like an eagle overlooking the earth. They were sharp and calm. The young officer couldn't help but tremble in his heart and forgot to speak for a moment.
The man gestured to the other person to close the door, which he immediately did.
"Morado Basemu, when will you learn to observe the world with the eyes of a falcon?"
The middle-aged man who spoke was Aladdin Basem, and the young officer was his nephew, his adjutant and student.
Sand people usually work in tribes, and blood ties are an important part of social relationships. From then on, it is taboo to give priority to relatives for promotion. It can be said that nepotism is a very common consensus. And this tradition is no exception in the military.
"A momentary victory does not represent an overall victory."
Aladdin Basem lowered his eyes, his expression gloomy, "Our situation is still very dangerous..."
His voice became smaller and smaller, and it seemed that only he could hear the last sentence.
"Uncle, you are the smartest person in the world. Ever since I can remember, there has been no problem that you can't solve." Young Morado said with confidence.
"Next, we must take advantage of this breathing opportunity to persuade the great chief to negotiate with the Red Country, and then evacuate the Red Country!" Aladdin Basem said in a deep voice.
"Ah?" Morado looked shocked, "We have just gained an advantage. As long as we hold on, the Red Country will collapse sooner or later."
"As you estimated before, the Red Country currently only has enough food to feed a billion people for three months."
"If you add refugees, famine will come faster!" Morado clenched his fists, his eyes shining.
Aladdin Basem shook his head, "I'm worried..."
"We simply can't last three months."
"How is it possible? The food reserves in White Tiger City are enough for us to eat for a whole year." Morado said.
"You don't know..." Aladdin Basem waved his hand and said in a very low voice, "We seem to have an advantage now, but in fact..."
"There is a fatal weakness."
"Ah!" Morado was shocked and froze.
"The Red Kingdom has no shortage of smart people. Ricardo, Bai Bubai, Lacey, and Bai Yefenghua are all the world's top military geniuses."
"They just didn't react for a moment."
"It can be as fast as three days or as slow as a month. Sooner or later they will think of it."
Morado frowned and pondered. After many years of fighting with his uncle on the battlefield, it was not like he had learned nothing.
He had thought about it before and always felt that something was missing. After the other party mentioned this, he suddenly figured it out.
In an instant, his face turned pale and his body trembled.
When he thought about that possibility, he felt chills running down his spine, as if he had been thrown into an ice cave, and his whole body was shaking.
"Have you figured it out?" Seeing his nephew's performance, Aladdin showed a bit of relief. Years of teaching by words and deeds are not in vain.
He continued, "So we must take advantage of this opportunity to reach peace negotiations with the Red Country."
"We have killed so many people from the Red Country, will they let us go?" Morado asked uncertainly.
The sand people massacred the city and killed at least millions of red people. Will the other party be willing to negotiate peacefully?
"As far as I know, Chen Xing does not have deep feelings for his family and country. He is a bit like..." Aladdin pondered, "an outsider."
"Yes." Morado nodded, "I heard that he is a wanderer with no relatives and it is normal to have no feelings."
"And his past experience and family history all show that he is a person who puts interests first." Morado added.
"That's right!" Aladdin slammed the table, "So no matter how many people from the Red Country die, it's just a number to him."
"As long as the conditions we propose are in line with his personal interests, the matter can be negotiated!"
"But as for the great chief..."
At this point, the two of them looked a little depressed. It is not easy to persuade the chief to withdraw his troops. It can even be said to be an impossible task.
And even if the great chief agrees, it does not mean that the army commander below agrees, nor does it mean that the coalition of tribes who responded to the oracle of Set agree.
The sand people are brave and warlike, and it is absolutely impossible to return the fat sheep they have obtained. Except for the eight major legions, the desert armies are all organized into tribes, and the organization is very loose. Once the ideas conflict, the best result is to part ways, and the worst result is to face each other with swords and kill you to the death.
At the same time, in the southern military camp thousands of miles away, in the military tent, Chen Xing was scratching his head, thinking hard, and his scalp was numb with worry.
Xiao Yang, who was standing aside and waiting, opened his mouth and yawned loudly. In a blink of an eye, he saw that Chen Xing was still thinking hard and couldn't help but persuade him, "Boss, if you continue like this, your body will collapse."
"Why don't you go and rest first? When you feel better tomorrow, maybe you can think of a solution?"
Chen Xing came back to his senses, straightened up, twisted his neck, nodded and said, "That's what you said..."
Then he seemed to remember something and fell into deep thought again.
When Xiao Yang saw this, he stood aside honestly and did not dare to disturb him again. But in fact, what he didn't know was that the Prime Minister was not thinking about national affairs, but thinking about where to sleep tonight, or more precisely, which boudoir to raid at night.
Chen Xing felt depressed and turned around to think that he would definitely not be able to fall asleep if he went back to bed now. He might as well have some fun and relax.
The Red Dragon Grand Duke Salode is fighting with the army. The Red Dragon Princess cannot be found. You can't bully someone in front of her father, right? So much disharmony...
etc!
The father is here, so he cannot bully his daughter...
But what if the father is not here?
Suddenly, a flash of light flashed through Chen Xing's mind.
"Ah, why didn't I think of that!"
Chen Xingteng jumped up and pointed at Xiao Yang's nose, "Quick, get a pen and paper!"
Xiao Yang was stunned for a moment and didn't understand what it meant, but he still found paper and pen unconditionally.
Chen Xing just picked up the pen, put it down again, shook his head, and said to himself, "No, no need..."
Then he threw the pen away, pointed at the door and shouted, "Call someone, go call someone quickly."
"Who are you calling?" Xiao Yang asked with a dumb look on his face. He was already confused by the other party's series of operations.
"Everyone, Lacey, Ricardo, Baiye Fenghua, I have something important to say!" Chen Xing said hurriedly.
"But Commander Bai Ye and General Ricardo are not here..." Xiao Yang said with a bitter face.
"Then call everyone who can!"
Chen Xing's furious look made Xiao Yang even more anxious, and he rushed out of the tent crawling on his feet.
"etc!"
But after running a few steps, Chen Xing called him back again.
This time, Chen Xing lost his anxiety and became calm and peaceful. It seemed that within a few seconds, further thinking was completed.
"Don't be anxious." Chen Xing said, "Just go slowly. The matter is not that urgent."
Xiao Yang's mouth was wide open, just like when he was in the dark prison, he was beaten with oil-soaked canes until he became delirious.
"There's no need to look for others. Just call Bai Bubai over. I'll tell him something in person." Chen Xing emphasized, "He can do it alone."
"oh……"
Xiao Yang nodded blankly, then slowly turned around and walked out of the camp under Chen Xing's gaze.
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