The Three Kingdoms

"Ha ha!"

Hearing this, Tai Shici's face changed, and he suddenly burst out laughing loudly: "What Commander Ma said is true, it is our duty to fight for the imperial court!" (To be continued. )

[Text Chapter [-] Negotiating Peace]

Tianquan for three years.

December.

At the border of Syria and Mesopotamia, in the wind and snow, two military camps in the east and west directions were built facing each other across a river.

Located on the east side of the river, above the barracks, amidst the wind and snow, flying golden dragon battle flags.

On the west side of the river, in the sky above the barracks, there are battle flags of golden goshawks.

A month ago, the Guanzhong Army of the Wu Army and the Snow Leopard Army joined forces and pushed forward to Syria. The Roman Army gathered together the remnants of the various legions, as well as [-] young and strong Syrians, forming a solid line of defense.

The two armies held each other for a full month.

No battle was fought.

But the atmosphere became more and more tense.

Wu Jun camp.

The main account of the Chinese army.

Pan Feng was wearing a fat tiger jacket, sitting high above the head, her phoenix eyes narrowed, and her face was gloomy: "This Roman barbarian has already lost all the losses, and even lost two provinces, and he is still carrying it to death. It's a bit tenacious!"

At the end of October, there was a winner on the battlefield.

November is a month of wrangling, you come and go, just don't fight.

The Roman army did not dare to fight.

Wu Jun is unwilling to fight.

But no one is willing to negotiate a peace first. This is related to the interests of the two overlords. Even if the Roman Empire loses this battle, they must not lose face.

The Roman Empire didn't really care much about the provinces of Mesopotamia and Armenia.

After all, it was all captured from the Parthian Empire.

If you lose it, you lose it.

The great Roman Empire has not lost yet.

However, Wu Jun's forced entry into the Syrian province was different.

Wu Jun didn't want to fight anymore. The casualties in the Western First War Zone were too heavy. The Snow Leopard Army was disabled, the Guanzhong Army was also seriously injured, and the Sea Eagle Army was still fighting.

This battle cannot be fought again.

"Commander-in-Chief, I guess they can't hold it for long!"

Zhuge Liang sat next to him, dressed in a Confucian robe, with a graceful demeanor. He took a sip of hot tea to warm himself up, and a sneer smirked at the corner of his mouth: "Zhou Tai led the army and broke the Roman navy three times in a row last month. The seas of Rome have turned upside down, and sooner or later they will admit defeat!"

"That's what I said, but the snow is getting bigger and bigger!"

Zhang He stood up, raised his head, and looked at the wind and snow outside the camp gate: "The cotton-padded clothes and quilts issued by the court are not enough at all. If this continues, our soldiers may be frozen to death!"

"Can we just wait now?"

Tai Shici sighed when he heard the words, looked at Zhuge Liang and Pan Feng with the light in his eyes, and said: "Commander-in-Chief, Chief of Staff, why don't we send troops to fight for a while!"

"inappropriate!"

Pan Feng didn't speak, Zhuge Liang spoke, he shook his head, and said calmly: "Once the war starts again, the consequences may be death and destruction. Of course, we may enter Syria, but the first theater in the west may also be completely defeated. The gains outweigh the losses!"

In late November, the imperial court far away in the Central Plains had issued an imperial edict.

Enough is enough, since the two provinces of Armenia and Mesopotamia have been won, a peace must be negotiated.

After all, the Roman Empire is so huge that it is difficult to eat it in one bite.

Sun Quan never thought of directly eating the Roman Empire with the power of a single battle. This super overlord who can dominate Western Europe for thousands of years is not so easy to eat.

Regarding the negotiation of peace, Sun Quan ordered that Zhuge Liang, the chief of the general staff of the Western First War Zone, should be respected.

"Can you let the soldiers and horses in the second war zone go south!"

Chen Gong spoke suddenly and made a proposal.

"The troops in the second theater have been cleaning up Armenia!"

Pan Feng shook her head: "I'm afraid it will not be easy for them to go south. Lu Bu is anxious to establish the Lu Kingdom now, but the people of Armenia are in disarray, and his troops are definitely not willing to move!"

"Wait!"

Zhuge Liang shook the feather fan in his hand, his eyes were deep, and he said: "Within five days, the Romans will definitely come to us to negotiate a peace!"

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Roman camp.

"we lose!"

"How could the great Roman Empire lose to the devil?"

"Why don't our valiant knights continue to fight to the death?"

"It's all the Apollo Legion's fault. If it wasn't for the Apollo Legion's cowardice, how could we have ended up in this situation!"

"The chief generals of your Germanic Legion were killed by the Eastern Demon King. What right do you have to hate our Apollo Legion?"

"Your Apollo Legion is no better than that!"

"The Crusaders are brave, but they are defeated by the Eastern Devils!"

"The Iron-Blooded Legion still dares to claim the title of the strongest legion, but in the end it was defeated miserably!"

In the big camp, the soldiers of the various legions gathered together again, but the atmosphere was a little depressed. After the successive defeats, the morale of the army had dropped below freezing point, and they even began to complain about the soldiers of other legions.

main account.

Olvelli was still wearing the bright red cassock, but his spirit was less arrogant and sharp than it was a few months ago, and more gloomy. He listened to the voices outside the camp and the lowered door curtain, and felt a little bit in his heart. sighed.

"Al, you don't need to look at it, the morale of the army has collapsed, this battle has been lost, we have nothing to fight!"