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Chapter 1650 Mistakes in Western Rome
Chapter 1650 Mistakes in Western Rome
Nase raised his hand and shouted:
"The whole battalion obeys the order, suspend the attack, and celebrate the son's birthday!"

"Yes!"

"The whole battalion listens to the order and suspends the attack..."

"...to celebrate the son's birthday!"

"Congratulations to the general, the son is healthy!"

"The son is safe and healthy!"

bang~
The dry wolf battalion, which occupied most of the cavalry, retreated in unison, and they stopped attacking the city ahead for the time being.

Under the suspicious eyes of those numb people, the Ganlang camp retreated, but it didn't go very far, and stopped ten miles away to set up camp.

Such scenes also occurred in other battalions.

For a while, the Black Dragon Army's conquest of the entire Byzantine territory came to a complete stop, and this movement was noticed by Western Rome, who was always paying attention to the Black Dragon Army.

Not only did it not reassure those Western Roman nobles, but it made them even more frightened. Could it be that the Black Dragon Army plans to attack them with more brutal methods?

The way the Black Dragon Army treats the Byzantine people is still very gentle, ignoring them and not invading them, so that they have a deeper understanding of the Black Dragon Army.

As long as those nobles hid their treasures well and then turned into ordinary people, as long as they were not pointed out, they had a good chance of surviving.

But the behavior of the Black Dragon Army at this time made them very worried. They finally had hope of surviving. They were afraid that the Black Dragon Army was going to slaughter the country.

Oli, the king of Western Rome, was very worried at this time. He didn't even have time to visit his queen. He couldn't sleep all night. He lost a lot of hair these days. It seemed that he was on the road to becoming stronger Gone forever.

These days I have nightmares every day. According to the news from the spies, the king of Byzantium, Constantinople, begged for mercy for a long time, but his neck was still cut off by Chen Qiao. The death was very tragic, and the body was completely cold.

The example of Byzantium was the first, and he was very surprised. Every night, he dreamed that he was rubbed on the ground by Chen Qiao, and then he cut his neck with a knife amidst his begging and roaring.

Zeno, the king of Eastern Rome, watched with a smirk on the sidelines. The scene woke him up every time, and his body was drenched in sweat when he woke up.

At this time, he was in the main hall, and the nobles who sat on both sides were the ruling nobles of the Western Roman Empire, and they all supported him. Those who did not support his lineage disappeared within hundreds of years.

The life and death of Western Rome are closely related to them, and if Western Rome is destroyed, they will not be far from death, because they are inseparable from Western Rome.

Whoever takes over Western Rome will be the first to kill them, these pedantic and greedy old nobles.

So, the current king of Western Rome, Ollie, wished they would die, but he never did it.

"What should we do now, the Black Dragon Army has suspended the attack!"

This was asked by a bald old man.

"What else can we do? This is also a good thing for us. Maybe they don't want to fight anymore."

A younger nobleman said that he was more optimistic, which may have something to do with his age.

The other blond old nobleman who was watching coldly was not so optimistic. He also looked down on the young nobleman in front of him. He was the most active one when he proposed to send troops to Tang for a look. Just wait and run.

If it weren't for his family's mines and his ancestors accumulating a lot of credit for him, he would have been soaked in a pig cage long ago.

He said coldly:

"The Black Dragon Army will never stop fighting, do you think they have nothing to do when they are full, walk around Byzantium, show off their muscles, and then leave?"

"Speak and use your brain!"

The young nobleman blushed and had a thick neck when he said it, but he didn't dare to refute it because the other party's mines were several times larger than his own.

"There is news from the front that the generals of the Black Dragon Army scattered in various battalions seem to have gathered in the capital of Byzantium. They are all concentrated in the central army, and it seems that they are going to hold a meeting."

"What do you mean?" asked a middle-aged and mature nobleman, "Are we going to attack one by one?"

"Idiot, don't drag us if you want to die!"

"Even a battalion of the Black Dragon Army is not something we can mess with."

"asshole!"

The middle-aged noble was criticized by everyone, and suddenly became the target of everyone's criticism. He smiled sarcastically and then fell silent.

"Why don't we use this time to negotiate with the Black Dragon Army?"

When the conference room gradually fell silent, an old nobleman in the front said, and after finishing speaking, he looked up at King Ollie.

Regarding his proposal, no one at the scene objected, and it would be good to get in touch with him, maybe there is still a chance of survival.

Moreover, it has nothing to do with them who proposes and who implements it.

If he wins the bet, everyone will live together; if he loses the bet, he will die alone.

Big deal, burn more paper on his grave in the future, and pay homage to this nobleman who once dedicated his life to Western Rome by the way.

At this time, the old nobleman who made the proposal twitched, no, you should refute it, I just made a suggestion, I am very self-aware, if you refute it anyway, I might pull it back.

Everyone in the room pretended not to see the look that the old nobleman cast over him. Instead, they picked up the goji berries on the table in front of them to make tea, and just acted as spectators.

King Oli of Western Rome's eyes flickered, thinking, as if this method is feasible.

A moment later, when none of the nobles present raised any objections, the king Oli nodded and said:

"I also think this method is feasible. Since there is no objection from everyone, then, Duke Arthur, I will leave it to you to handle the secondary errands."

Duke Arthur, the old noble who made this proposal, was named by the king, and he was not surprised.

It's just that he was very unwilling. He just made a small suggestion casually, but he didn't expect no one to refute it.

However, he did not dare to confront the crowd.

He looked up, then lowered his head, not daring to look at the king, and replied:

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

……

At this time, Chen Qiao didn't know that the other party was planning to negotiate at this time.

It happened that this time was the happiest time for Chen Qiao, what could be more joyful than the birth of his grandson.

Even in Chen Qiao's eyes, the entire Byzantium and Western Rome were not as important as the sons of the General's Mansion. It can only be said that they were lucky and happened to seize the opportunity.

Chen Qiao happily sat at the top, and at the bottom were a group of generals who had just gathered.

Looking at the crowd, Chen Qiao made an exception for the first time, allowing everyone to drink, but not allowing everyone to get drunk.

He raised his wine glass and greeted everyone, "My lords, make a toast to your son!"

"The son is safe and healthy!"

Following Chen Qiao's first toast, everyone in the audience also had a drink.

Chen Qiao watched like this, chatting and laughing with them from time to time.

Celebrating the son's birthday is not an act, but to show that the boat of the Chen family is more stable, and they can ride for a longer time.

(End of this chapter)