The Three Kingdoms

In a partial camp of Wu Jun's barracks.

Friedrich was also looking at a book by Da Wu. He couldn't understand the words on it, but he could see a lot of things in it.

For example, the Romans could only use leather and silk to write and carry text.

But what Wu Jun used was simple paper.

"Rockefeller, what kind of world do you think the East is?" He asked in a deep voice.

"A magical world!"

This interpreter is an old Roman man who came into contact with Orientals in the Silk Age. His name is Rockefeller. He once set out from Antioch, traveled the Silk Road, and went to Chang'an. He is more familiar with Eastern languages, including Parthian languages. Frost language, and Chinese.

"A magical world?"

A sneer rose from the corner of Friedrich's mouth: "In my opinion, this is a world where demons are born!"

In the windy and snowy weather, another two days passed.

Two days later, the Roman mission living in the Wu army camp finally became a little impatient. The Roman messenger Friedrich once again asked Zhuge Liang and Kong Ming to start the second peace negotiation between them.

The peace negotiation this time was very simple. Except for Zhuge Liang and the Roman envoy Friedrich, with the presence of translators from both sides, the atmosphere of the peace negotiation this time was much more harmonious than before.

Perhaps both sides thought they had touched the bottom line of both sides, so naturally began serious negotiations.

After a day of negotiations, there was no result, but the general conditions were almost agreed.

A good start, the negotiations continue.

Two more days passed.

When the negotiation between them entered the tenth time, a preliminary agreement had been reached between the two parties, and the result of the peace negotiation had been announced. (To be continued.)

[Text Chapter [-] Army Expansion]

Mediterranean.

Near an island, there are warships moored one after another. These battlefields are huge in scale. The most important thing is that the battle flags erected on them are golden dragon battle flags representing the Great Wu court and blue dragon flags representing the Sea Eagle Legion. color flying eagle flag.

This is the Seahawks.

It entered Syria from Mesopotamia, and then entered the Mediterranean from the waterways of Syria. The Sea Eagle Legion was the first army of the Wu army to enter the territory of the Roman Empire.

Of course, the Seahawks also suffered a lot of resistance.

The Roman navy was powerful.

Especially the Italian Legion recently appeared. Their warships and sailors are all first-class elites, even if they are not as good as them, they are not in a hurry, and they are familiar with the sea here, but they have given them a few troubles.

Of course, this can't stop them from going straight in. Although they can't sweep the Roman sea, they still have the ability to gain a firm foothold here.

On this day, the weather is very cold.

Sea Eagle building ship.

command cabin.

Zhou Tai's burly body stood upright, his eyes full of spirit, looking down at a map of the Roman sea area drawn by the latest scout ship: "The recent battles have become more and more difficult to fight, and the Roman navy has also learned to be smart. It collided with us head-on, but started a guerrilla war with us. After all, we have entered this sea area for too short a time, and it is difficult to explore clearer terrain, which is not good for us!"

"Commander, there is another problem, there is not much food!" Lu Meng said: "The cities around the coast are strictly defending us, and it is difficult for us to get any more food. If this continues, we don't need to fight, we will collapse! "

"It's time to withdraw our troops!" Zhou Tai sighed, and said, "It's just that I don't know how the peace talks are going. If the talks fail, we still have to resist. After all, the victory we finally won cannot be made just because we can't bear it. The Roman Empire turned over in negotiations!"

"Report!"

"Come in!"

"Report to the commander, a secret letter from the commander-in-chief of the Western First Theater!"

"Submit it immediately!"

Zhou Tai held the secret letter, opened it and glanced at it, first heaved a sigh of relief, then frowned, and became hesitant.

"Commander, what's the situation?"

"The peace negotiation was successful!" Zhou Tai handed the secret letter to Lu Meng, and said, "We can withdraw our troops, but the general headquarters of the theater has given us a mission, you can take a look!"

"The war zone means that we will leave some small troops and establish a foothold in the Roman sea in the form of pirates?"

Lu Meng looked at it, with a wry smile on his face, and scratched his head: "Isn't this just nonsense?"

"The war zone's thinking is correct. We withdrew our troops this time, and we will definitely come back next time. Is it the same as this time, like a headless chicken flying around?" Zhou Tai said.

"But it's hard to gain a foothold in Roman waters based on our battlefield. Although there are some pirates here, those robbers are all Romans. We are Wu people. It's too easy to distinguish. If they find out, we will become street rats. They can't stand still!" Lu Meng said.

"It's a tough job, but I think it has to be done!"

Zhou Tai decided: "This time we have suffered too much from being unfamiliar with the place, and we must leave a force here!"

"Since the commander's decision is so, then a certain family asks to stay and open up the Roman sea area, and build the strongest bridgehead here, so that the commander can drive straight in in the future!" Lu Meng begged for orders.

"Ziming, you have a bright future, why take this risk, you know, I can't leave too many troops, at most half a division, only a few thousand people, if there are too many, it will attract the attention of the Roman Empire, this is a mission of a narrow escape !"

"Things have to be done by someone, and I believe that no one is more qualified than me to take on this important task!"

Lu Mengdao: "I, Lu Ziming, graduated from the martial arts hall and was promoted by His Majesty. I am deeply favored by the emperor and have risen to the top. I have been in charge of commanding thousands of troops in less than [-] years. What a gift, since I have dedicated myself to the court and died. !"

"Since you are so determined, this commander will not stop you!" Zhou Tai looked at Lu Meng: "Promise me, live at any cost, and when we come in again, I will definitely see you!"

"Don't worry, commander, how can a mere Roman kill me!"

Lu Meng said with a big laugh.

The next day, when the sun rose, Zhou Tai led the main force of the Sea Eagle Legion to return from the Syrian River to the Euphadela River in Mesopotamia.

But at this moment, seven or eight buildings and dozens of battleships broke away from the large force, erasing all the marks on the warships, and the battle flags on the landed warships disappeared into the Roman sea...

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Time is like flowing water, passing bit by bit, never stopping because of anything, in a blink of an eye, the last few days of Tianquan's three years are left.

end of December.

In Jinling City, the streets and alleys have been decorated with lights, and the atmosphere of the New Year is very strong. Under the light snow, children are wearing new clothes, holding new toys, walking in the snowflakes on the street, laughing and laughing. Filled the entire Jinling City.

The child's laughter is the best expression of the prosperity of a dynasty.

The adult's smile may be a little hypocritical.