hunting light

Chapter 110

Under the current situation, there is not much left for Kruvia to negotiate.As a result, Louis made a move that has been criticized by all walks of life.

Relying on information blockade and military armed forces, he detained more than 2000 million residents in the central city of Feilixing in the urban area and took them hostage.If the imperial army storms into the central city, a large number of civilians will inevitably be affected by the exchange of fire, causing casualties.

Louis' defeat is set, he broke the pot and fell, and he didn't care about the evaluation of himself by the outside world and future generations.However, if the imperial army forcibly attacked the city regardless of the lives of the civilians, it would also bear infamy.

This will be a big public relations crisis for the Imperial Army, which claims to be a righteous army, and Raphael, who insists that he is the legal heir recognized by God.

"The request of His Majesty Louis is not excessive, General." Sir Branson said sincerely, "He needs a pardon signed by His Majesty Raphael I himself, pardoning him and other members of the royal family from being tried for treason."

"Oh, doesn't it include you officials?" All the imperial diplomats in charge of the speech sneered, "Your king doesn't care about the life and death of your servants who serve him and accompany him loyally to the end, sir."

Sir Branson said with a tense face, "His Majesty still hopes to retain the title of Prince. He is willing to live in Ferry for the rest of his life. The same is true for his descendants."

Leon raised his eyebrows lightly, without saying a word, obviously thinking of what happened to his family in the early years.

The imperial diplomat said coldly: "His Majesty Raphael's request to Prince Louis is to order him to surrender within three days and disband the army. At the same time, he and his family will return to the imperial capital with us to be tried by the court. His Majesty will not give A pardon will not retain Louis' title."

Sir Branson was about to speak, but the imperial diplomat stopped him: "But His Majesty can give Louis' family members personal safety. His wife and children will continue to live in peace with their families in a safe and beautiful place. "

"His Majesty Louis will not accept it!" Sir Branson said, "We exchanged 2000 million civilians for the freedom of a family of four. This is a very cost-effective deal. His Majesty Louis will recognize His Majesty Raphael's throne ..."

"It doesn't matter if he admits it or not." Leon, who had been silent for a long time, finally said, "We are the victor, sir. This battle has been fought so far, and we have already passed the stage of asking Louis to admit it." .What we want is complete conquest!"

"Our Majesty has sufficient evidence to prove that Raphael was not legally born!" Sir Branson insisted, "But His Majesty Louis is willing to choose to compromise with the Empire in order to protect the last group of people..."

Leon said: "If Louis still refuses to recognize the situation, then this negotiation can be stopped now. Our army only needs about four hours to take the central city. We promise that the artillery fire will be as accurate as possible The whole process is probably like pulling a tooth, although it will hurt a little, but you will get better soon."

"You are massacring civilians, General!" Sir Branson slammed the table and shouted, "The Lord is watching your every word and deed. Don't you feel guilty?"

Leon's face suddenly sank, and he threw his teeth and claws at Jazz angrily: "Besides peeping at our private life all day long, what else did the Holy Lord do? I believe you have begged the Holy Lord for salvation. And I am now Here, aiming guns at your city. It can be seen that the Holy Lord, like Louis, doesn't care about the life and death of you ants!"

"You..." Branson was dumbfounded.Although he had heard that General Coleman was not religiously pious, he never thought that he would speak ill of the Holy Lord in public.

It seems that what the intelligence said is not wrong. General Coleman has been promoting dereligious rule in the army, and the command of the army depends entirely on his own strength and charisma.His officers and soldiers worshiped him like a god.

"God knows everything, gentlemen. He will record your merits and demerits, and then settle accounts with you when you arrive in another world."

Accompanied by a gentle but firm male voice, the door of the conference room opened automatically, and a man in a bishop's black robe walked in.

This is a young and handsome man, with black hair and black eyes, he obviously has a lot of Huaxia blood, which makes his outline softer than others, and his exquisite facial features are intriguing.His temperament is pure and noble, his posture is as elegant as a crane, and there is a pleasing solemnity and holiness in his gestures and gestures.

"I'm sorry I'm late, gentlemen." The bishop was full of apology. "My spaceship was delayed at the midway supply station for a while. Hope I didn't miss too much."

Almost all the officers in the conference room immediately stood up and paid respect to the young bishop.

"Bishop Mitchell!"

"I didn't expect you to come here in person!"

"Nice to meet you, Bishop. The advice you gave me last time helped me a lot..."

The military officers may lack trust in the illusory Holy Lord, but they have great respect for this well-known and respected bishop.They came forward one after another, kissed the bishop's ring, and greeted him.

Sir Branson also breathed a sigh of relief.

Mitchell is a bishop with the most prestige and legal name in recent years.

As a special envoy of the Holy See, Bishop Mitchell has always done his best to serve charities in the field.He resettled refugees, convened all walks of life to provide medical treatment for people, established church schools, and worked tirelessly to provide psychological counseling for wounded soldiers of the two armies...

He is an excellent counselor.All soldiers who have received his counseling will have obvious improvement in their post-war trauma.This allowed him to establish an unshakable prestige in both armies.

Bishop Mitchell personally participated in this negotiation as a third-party envoy of the Holy See, which is beneficial to Cruvia to a certain extent.

But Sir Branson is also worried that the arrival of the bishop may also make General Coleman more stubborn and refuse to back down.

Because everyone knows that although General Coleman and Bishop Mitchell were good friends, since the general restricted the bishop to use the convenience of psychological counseling to preach to his soldiers, the relationship between the two has deteriorated rapidly.

It is said that the two of them only have a little face left now.There are even rumors that Coleman once said that his "deep sea morning light" does not welcome the bishop's visit.

Sure enough, Sir Branson caught a sneer clearly coming from General Coleman.

Leon stood up slowly, watching Ian walk through the crowd and walk in front of him.This gesture is very arrogant, and it can almost be regarded as a disrespect to His Excellency the Bishop.

"General Coleman." Ian nodded to Leon, and passed his hand over, "You are safe."

"Thanks to you, Bishop Mitchell, he hasn't died in the flames of war." The broad and steady palm of a soldier holds the bishop's slender white hand, and his ice blue eyes focus on that fair face, " I didn't expect to see you again so soon. After all, it's only been 24 days since we parted last time."

Amid everyone's embarrassed smiles, the general lowered his golden head, and pressed his lips to the cool skin next to the ring.

The bishop's handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, he gritted his teeth, and withdrew his hand.

The addition of representatives of the Holy See shifted the focus of the negotiations from the disposal of Louis to the resettlement of civilians on the ground.But this made the negotiation more difficult, and the arrogance of the Kruvia side, who felt confident, began to grow.

"The Holy See hopes that both parties will be more considerate of the common people." Bishop Mitchell enunciated clearly and softly, and did not speak harshly, but no one in the room did not listen to his every word.

"This is a battle for the ownership of the throne, and it has nothing to do with the vital interests of the common people. Instead, they have been harassed by war and displaced for the sake of the powerful..."

"Sorry, Bishop!" Leon interrupted Ian with a sneer, "We never compromise with terrorists! And in the process of subduing terrorists, it is inevitable that innocent people will be hurt. But there is no regime that will In order to avoid this loss, let the terrorists go unpunished and let them hurt more people!"

"His Majesty Louis is not a terrorist!" cried Sir Branson.

"General Coleman, I cannot agree with your point of view!" Ian frowned, "Any innocent life should be respected. If there is no special situation that must be attacked, then civilians should be killed." Your life is the most important!"

Leon stared at Ian coldly: "Please clarify the situation, my lord bishop, it is Louis who is holding civilians hostage with weapons. What our imperial army has done is to save these poor people from the rule of a foolish king." Get out!"

"Since it's a rescue, why do you want to attack them regardless of their lives?" Ian said coldly, "You are a professionally trained soldier, General. They must have taught you how to deal with enemy hostages .”

"You are right, bishop." Leon Jun's face was gloomy, "But when it is judged that the enemy may take hostages and cause more serious damage, subduing the enemy is higher than ensuring the safety of the hostages."

"What is the more serious damage?"

"There are all kinds of possibilities." Leon's face was stern. "Today, he can use civilians to ask for an amnesty. When we give him an amnesty, he may make a lot of progress."

"You're just assuming..."

"Are you going to endorse Louis' actions, Bishop?"

Ian said angrily: "Of course I despise Louis's despicable behavior. But I am standing on the standpoint of hostages and ask you both to consider innocent people more!"

"I've said it all, the Imperial Army will liberate you. It's unreasonable for you to ask the hostages to have zero casualties!"

"You're twisting me, General! We're talking about a peaceful transition of power, not a siege!"

The heads of the officers of the Imperial Army and the envoys of Kruvia turned left and right like a pendulum clock, looking at the generals and bishops sitting on both sides of the long table, arguing with each other. .

The diplomats from both sides, who were supposed to be the main force in the peace talks, looked at each other, speechless.

Sir Branson couldn't help but ask an imperial officer across the table: "Has the relationship between the general and the bishop... always been this... dead?"

"It's okay." The officer said helplessly, "It's not...it's always been like this..."

"Okay!" Leon waved his hand impatiently, "I don't think there will be any new tricks to talk about today. His Majesty Raphael gave you three days, and I will give you a minute, sir."

As he waved his hand, one of his men opened a photon board, and the time on it began to count down.

"Before this number reaches zero, if Louis is willing to release the hostages, then we still have room for discussion." Leon stood up, posing as if to see off the guests, "But after that, we will only meet each other with gunfire. "

Several soldiers stepped forward and surrounded Sir Branson and his party, preparing to send them away from the flagship.

"Bishop Mitchell," Leon said coldly, "can I take a moment of your time?"

Ian got up and said, "I also wanted to talk to you."

Everyone was so choked by the gunpowder-flavored conversation that they didn't dare to breathe. They backed away and dispersed from the meeting room in a blink of an eye.The door slammed shut tightly.

"If this continues, the peace talks will still end in failure!" Ian walked around the conference room anxiously with a sullen face,

"What's going on with Raphael? He exiled his mother and a younger sister, and now he wants to put his brother to death? It's been so old, and he still wants to use such bloody means to maintain his power? Your lord I can't persuade you...well..."

Leon was like a cunning predator, waiting for Ian to approach him, he grabbed him, pressed him against the floor-to-ceiling glass window of the meeting room, and kissed the chattering lips fiercely .

Yi'an's scalp was numb, his blood was surging, and the emotion that hit his heart and soul caused waves in the sea of ​​consciousness.

After a long while, the lips parted.

Ian's cheeks were hot, his knees were so weak that he was shaking, and he could only stand by the glass window.

He couldn't say a word now.

Leon raised Ian's face, stared at the eyes that were so steamed that he couldn't lift them up, and squeezed his fingers gently on the delicate chin.

"Why don't you continue talking? Huh? I haven't seen you for half a month. You always said that you were not free when you sent someone to pick you up. Now you came all the way here just to argue with me?"

Ian finally raised his eyelids, the officer's stern and sullen face was reflected in his dark eyes.

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