Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 1748 1749 Forgotten Anger

"Let me remind you that there is not much time left for a ceasefire..." Ying An said impatiently, then stood up and walked towards the door.

In fact, he understood very well that several representatives really could not make the decision on such matters. They had to contact Binghan Yishi and wait for the other party to nod before they dared to sign the surrender document.

"We need time... General, you can see that we come here with sincerity and we are not trying to delay time... Please give us some time and don't let the dwarves shed more blood." The leading dwarf representative pleaded with Ying'an earnestly.

Ying An thought about it and decided that there was no need to push too hard on this matter, so he held up two fingers and made a small concession: "Then I'll give you another two hours! My patience is limited, so don't let me down."

Hearing that the ceasefire was extended for two hours, the three dwarf representatives breathed a sigh of relief: they only had more than three hours left, and now they had obtained a grace period, and the duration was extended back to about five hours.

Now, they can finally calm down their nervousness and wait patiently for Binghan Yishi's reply.

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"The ceasefire has been extended for another two hours..." Larbu breathed a sigh of relief. The defenders in Ironforge were basically on the verge of collapse. If they continued to fight, they would probably be defeated.

If they had been fighting at a high intensity all the time, perhaps the situation would be better than it is now, but the ceasefire of the previous few hours has given them hope of survival.

Seeing the hope of survival in a desperate situation, the soldiers who have a choice are unlikely to continue fighting desperately, so the dwarf chief of staff Larb does not want the war to restart.

Marshal Barov also meant this: his troops were actually very tired, whether it was the remnants of the 3rd Army or the remnants of the 13th Army, they could no longer fight.

During the short truce, the dwarves were not idle. They counted their supplies and redistributed the ammunition scientifically. After completing these tasks, Marshal Barov himself could not believe that his troops could still fight in such a state.

"Yes, in the current situation, we may be defeated at any time." Marshal Barov said this while standing on the other side of the telegraph machine. Everyone knew that he was speaking to Binghan Yishi who remained silent.

"At least this time it is not an unconditional surrender. They have guaranteed your Majesty's safety. In addition, the other party has promised to give the dwarves equal citizenship status." The prime minister felt that this condition was already very good. At least in some aspects, the dwarves were treated fairly.

As long as there is no discrimination and the dwarves can continue to live peacefully in the Tang Empire, then at least this race can continue to exist. For many dwarf leaders, this is definitely good news.

Moreover, the Tang Empire did not shy away from it and emphasized that the old dwarf nobles, old warlords, and old bureaucrats whose hands were soaked in blood must be punished.

  However, the dwarf leaders who had not committed many crimes were relieved: since the other party did not lie and deceived the dwarves to say that they would not hold the past responsible in order to appease the people, it proved that the other party really only wanted to punish the evildoers, and the relatively innocent people naturally did not have to worry about being implicated. Binghan Yishi did not speak, because his eyes were always fixed on the "Marquis" identity in the telegram that made him crazy. He was an emperor, how could he become a marquis after surrendering?

Isn't it customary that I should be at least a duke? Why did I only get the title of a marquis in the end? Isn't this a bit too much?

He did not explode, but just sat there, his mind full of messy thoughts. He was unwilling to accept such humiliation, and in his opinion, if he had to accept these terms, he might as well continue to resist to the end.

  In his opinion, it is better to surrender to the elves than to humans: even though he is surrounded, he can still save his life by disguising himself and escaping. If he disguises himself and escapes to the elves, he can at least become a duke, right?

But he couldn't make up his mind, because he didn't dare to risk his life... He also didn't dare to gamble that the elves could really withstand the attack of the Tang Empire.

If the elves also lost, could he continue to run south? Or would he still have a way out if he continued to run south? Thinking back... could he really escape from Ironforge? If he died on the way, wouldn't he not even be able to be a marquis?

In such a thought, he even forgot about his anger. He just kept silent while his subordinates discussed other terms.

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Lions City.

The Foreign Minister of the Lions Empire, Suomi, glanced at Paul, the Dorne ambassador to the Lions Empire, who hurried into his office, and handed him a telegram: "We are looking for you because of an emergency. We just received intelligence that the dwarves are negotiating unilaterally with the Tang Empire."

"Is the news accurate?" Paul, who rushed over after hearing the news, asked in shock.

"It came from Ironforge, very accurately. They seemed to have turned off the electromagnetic interference to facilitate communication, so our people sent this highest level encrypted telegram." Suomi assured worriedly.

"We have informed the Yangmu Empire...the situation is deteriorating rapidly..." said Suomi.

The level of spies planted by their intelligence department among the dwarves is definitely not very high. Due to racial reasons, humans can only rely on bribery to develop local people among the elves and dwarves to do intelligence work for them. Naturally, the efficiency is very low. Even the intelligence department of the Tang Empire cannot avoid this.

  The intelligence personnel recruited by this method of developing downlines are generally not of a very high level, so the intelligence they obtain is generally relatively delayed. To put it bluntly, if these people know about it, then this matter must have started for a long time!

"Indeed... The Admiration Empire will soon become the front line. I hope they can hold on." Paul, the Dorne ambassador, put down the telegram in his hand and said with a worried look on his face: "If they lose again, the coalition will..."

He was embarrassed to finish his words, but Suomi knew what he meant: if the elves failed again, the remaining countries would just be struggling to survive.

(End of this chapter)