Chapter 1263

Squeak, squeak

The envoys of the British Empire leisurely headed north and towards the British Empire.

The wheels turn and make a "squeak" sound.

Perhaps because of the great success of the mission, the atmosphere of the whole mission has changed directly.

A relaxed and pleasant atmosphere enveloped the carriage and the guards.

Even the movement of the horse when it fell off its hoof seemed to become soft.

When they went south to the Lorraine Empire, how dignified the atmosphere shrouded in the envoys was, how light the atmosphere shrouded in them at this time.

In the carriage, Vivian let out a long sigh full of tired color, then turned her head and looked at the scenery outside the window.

"Mr. Su, your majesty... I'm lucky to live up to my life..."

As soon as Vivian's low voice fell, the interpreter sitting opposite her immediately said excitedly:

"Sir! We did it! We really succeeded in persuading queen Bella to maintain peace between the two countries! "

"Yes." Vivian, whose face was full of relief, nodded, "yes... It's not easy... Our luck is really good. Bella is really a fool."

Vivian had a short talk with Ilsa before she was sent to the Lorraine empire.

At the meeting, Ilsa proposed to Vivian the price she could tolerate - 500 million British francs.

That is to say, Ilsa is willing to bear the price of 500 million British francs as long as it can maintain peace between the two countries and maintain the security of the southern empire.

Now, Vivian has successfully completed the task with only 100 million yinglang of milk.

Vivian had imagined how wonderful Ilsa's expression would be when she heard that she had maintained peace in the south of the empire with only a little milk.

The milk treaty stipulates that the Empire needs to give a large amount of milk with a total value of up to 100 million British francs to the Lorraine Empire free of charge every year.

At first glance, it seems that the British Empire was at a loss.

If you send 100 million flowers to the Lorraine Empire every year, you will send 1 billion in 10 years, and there is no fixed period in the treaty, that is to say, the British Empire must send them year after year and continuously.

But - it just looks like a loss.

Ilsa sent Vivian south only to maintain the security of the south of the Empire and avoid the fire of war in the south at this critical juncture.

In other words, the milk treaty was only an expedient measure for the British Empire.

When the Empire survives the current crisis of subjugation and recovers in the future, it will have time and energy to properly deal with its neighbor in the South and the milk treaty

The real loser, and the one who suffered a great loss, was the Lorraine empire.

Vivian leaned her head out of the window and looked north.

Although Vivian's eyes can only see the distant horizon, her mind can see far away.

Vivian's mind drifted slowly north.

Floating to the border between the two countries.

Floating to the barracks of the Luo Lin army stationed on the border between the two countries.

It floated to the soldiers of the Luo Lin army who wanted to start the Northern Expedition and recover their hometown.

"I sympathize with them a little..."

Vivian whispered to herself.

"Such a fatuous monarch."

"Knowing that their emperor gave up the Northern Expedition and the opportunity to recover their homeland because of some milk, how much resentment and pain should they have..."

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The northern border of the Luolin Empire, the barracks of the Luolin army, and the big account of this array.

On both sides of the long table in the center of the big tent of the array, all the senior generals in the army were filled.

The expression on their faces was the same as that of Barr sitting on the throne - full of amazement, shock and other emotions.

Barr stood up from the long table with a "Hoo" and screamed to a dusty messenger kneeling on one knee at the account:

"Say it again!"

The messenger came from Tuli and was sent by Denis.

Perhaps it was because of nervousness. After hearing Barr's questioning, the messenger first shook his body and then said in a trembling voice:

"Yes, yes!"

"Your Majesty has signed a new peace treaty with the envoys of the British Empire!"

"The two countries will continue to maintain a friendly state! Continuation of all provisions of the Treaty of Trova! "

"At the same time, the two countries have added an obligation!"

"The British Empire is obliged to give free milk to the Lorraine empire with a total value of 100 million British Lang every year!"

"The Lorraine empire is obliged to never store more than 50000 troops on the northern border!"

"Milk..." Barr's face was very white, and his lips trembled constantly.

Then Barr fiercely clenched his teeth, pulled out his sword and cut at the long table in front of him.

Barr is old and weak, and he is not very good at fighting. Generally speaking, Barr should be unable to cut such a long and large table.

However - driven by anger, Barr split the long table in two.

"Your majesty!!"

Barr's voice was hoarse, like roaring and wailing.

"We are going to fight for our country!"

"Why did you do this?!"

"As long as you can recover your hometown! What benefits can we get? What benefits can only milk achieve? "

"This is the best fighter plane rarely seen in 10 years!"

"Why did you give up so lightly!"

After such a roar, bar, who buried his head low, seemed to abandon himself and threw his long sword to the ground nearby at random.

Then he sat back in his chair with a decadent face.

Barr's roar stopped. But the aftersound still echoed in the hearts of the generals in the account.

Echo over and over again.

Just then, a sudden sob sounded.

And the owner of the sobs sat next to Jill de Lyle.

Jill turned her head and looked at the owner of the sob.

The owner of this sob was Eugene de Muller, a comrade in arms who was about the same age as Jill and fought against Su Cheng five years ago.

At this time, Ou Ren was covering his face with his hands and sobbing in a low voice.

Ou Ren is a man with a strong heart.

At this time, he even covered his face and sobbed - you can imagine how sad and painful he was at this time.

And Ou Ren's sobs, like infectious, slowly spread.

Gradually, more and more people began to sob in a low voice.

In the big tent, sobs rose and fell one after another.

People who don't sob, like Jill, also have a heavy face and clenched fists.

Jill looked slowly at the top of the white tent.

A strange thought came to mind for no reason:

——This country... May be destroyed by this stupid queen

——Everyone is fine... Come and save this country