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Justinian nodded very attentively: "Commander, okay. Our previous treaty ceded territory to our Charlemagne Empire and opened ports for trade. Can this compensation be..."

Yuchi Baoqi said with a clear look: "Oh~, you said this, of course it is okay. Let's just say that there is only one number for how many people you have in Charlemagne's empire."

Patrick was William's associate minister before he became the commander-in-chief. He knew the population and resources of the entire Charlemagne Empire, but he had no intention of speaking at this time.

Justinian touched Patrick beside him with his thigh, and then Patrick spoke reluctantly.

"No less than 20 million, no more than 23 million."

Yuchi Baoqi tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically: "Since you have signed the treaty with such cooperation, then I will assume that there are only 20 million people in Charlemagne's empire, and each person will pay one hundred taels of silver or equivalent gold to the Tang Dynasty."

Justinian and Patrick were shocked. They couldn't even write down this number.

Yuchi Baoqi crossed his fingers and said, "Is it difficult to calculate? I will help you calculate the two hundred million."

Justinian's face looked a little ugly at this time: "It's not that it can't be calculated, it's that this number is really...too much."

Yuchi Baoqi snorted coldly: "The military expenses caused by the Tianwei Army sending troops, the bullets and artillery shells fired, the upkeep and maintenance of the vehicles, the power source of the vehicles, gasoline and diesel, the express roads and railways needed for the army's logistics support, these twenty Is it too much? If it’s too much for you, it’s too little for me!”

After listening to Yuchi Baoqi's words, both Justinian and Patrick had pale faces, but Patrick was keenly aware that the Tianwei Army spent a lot of money and supplies to fight in Charlemagne's Empire, so it might be an opportunity.

Patrick slapped the table: "Okay! If our Charlemagne Empire can't afford so much silver and gold, then our Charlemagne Empire will give it to you, the Tang Empire, to continue fighting! Even the last person left will not agree to your compensation terms!" "

Yuchi Baoqi narrowed his eyes slightly: "A negotiation is a negotiation. Are you sure you want to continue the war?"

Justinian sighed: "Captain, it's not that we don't want to pay compensation, it's just that the compensation is too much. Can it be less?"

Yuchi Baoqi pretended to be angry: "Okay, if it's less, then it's less. If you have anything else to say after that, don't blame me for the shortcomings of the Tianwei Army's cannonballs! The price is 450 million taels of gold and silver equivalent. ."

It was nearly five times less at once, Patrick's expression softened, and Justinian was still a little embarrassed.

"We can't take out so much at once, can we?"

Yuchi Baoqi snapped his fingers: "No problem, repay it in thirty-nine years, with an annual interest of 39%. Within years, the principal and interest to be paid total million taels of gold and silver equivalent."

"If you are still not satisfied, then we have to meet on the battlefield. The imperial army is on the way. I want to see how you face the 200,000 strong warriors of the Tang Empire!"

Justinian and Patrick could only compromise. Thirty-nine years was the time they bought for Charlemagne's empire, hoping that future generations would work hard and regain the territory.

The "Treaty of Coventry: Appendix Clause 1: War Reparations" was officially signed. From this year to the 39th year, the Charlemagne Empire will need to pay 980 million taels of gold and silver equivalent to the Tang Empire as war reparations.

Yuchi Baoqi looked at the two people who were about to cry and said: "Don't panic, the negotiation is not over yet, the next step is the main event, military and political aspects."

Patrick took a deep breath: "The hospitality of the Tang Empire should not be so rude. We are tired and hungry, can you?"

Yuchi Baoqi sneered: "Of course you can. I hope Mr. Commander-in-Chief will not be frightened after going to the military camp."

Yuchi Jingde gave an order, and the car immediately came to the negotiating table. Patrick and Justinian sat in the same car. When they entered the car, they were surprised by the exquisiteness and humanity of the internal structure.

When the driver started the car and set off, the two of them clung to the armrests on both sides and witnessed with their own eyes this giant steel beast that could move on its own. There was no monster that could move without being pulled by livestock!

Arriving at the gate of the Tianwei Army camp and looking at the heavily armed soldiers inside, Patrick was desperate. He had been to military camps in his own empire. What was it like inside? It was several times dirtier than the dirtiest streets, but the camps here were clearly divided, the roads were clean and tidy, and the soldiers were all strong and powerful. Even the eyes of ordinary soldiers were full of intimidation when they looked at me.

Due to the admission of a large number of prisoners of war, the Logistics Department added a number of operating areas for the Hutou Camp outside the newly opened prisoner of war camp, including an open-air canteen that could accommodate 10,000 people for meals at the same time.

Yuchi Baoqi and Yuchi Jingde took the two of them to the dining area of ​​the canteen. Since the two of them had neither prisoner of war cards nor Tianwei Army military cards, Yuchi Baoqi found someone to get more than two thousand temporary food bags. Give them the menu.

It was meal time, and Patrick secretly observed them and discovered that many blond and blue-eyed prisoners of war were neatly arranged at the food intake port, which was completely different from when they were in their own camp.

Look at the soldiers of the Tianwei Army taking their meals. Each one of them stood upright like a stick behind their backs. After taking the meals, they did not leave in pieces. Instead, they lined up to wait for their comrades in the same class. Finally, they Line up together to the dining area.

Patrick could not imagine how terrifying the execution and resilience of such soldiers would be on the battlefield. His heart, which had been humiliated by Yuchi Baoqi, gradually softened. If an all-out war really started, could Charlemagne's empire withstand even one day?

Justinian pulled the distracted Patrick and whispered in his ear: "Anyway, the compensation has become a fact. How about we eat more to get back some money."

Patrick was not interested in Justinian's enjoyment of hardship: "Just eat more yourself."

Justinian shrugged at Patrick's humorless answer. He held the tray and looked inside the dining port. He couldn't understand the eight dishes. Looking at it, there should be four staple foods. Except for bread, he couldn't understand them. do not know.

Justinian directly ordered a portion of all eight dishes, as well as a portion of the staple food. The soldier from the Huotou Battalion who was responsible for serving the meal looked at the fair-skinned man with golden hair and blue eyes, smiled, shook his head and gave him a meal.

Carrying the heavy dinner plate, Justinian took every step carefully. He looked up and observed that it seemed that the prisoners of war and the Tianwei Army were sitting together. There was no area where prisoners of war were not allowed to sit, so he just looked for it. He took a seat and sat down.