Chapter 1236 Defeating the Luolin Empire with Milk

Squeak, squeak...

The envoys of the Britannia Empire headed north and towards the Britannia Empire leisurely.

The wheels turned and made a "squeaking" sound.

Perhaps it was because of the great success of the mission that the atmosphere of the entire envoy group directly changed.

A relaxed and happy atmosphere enveloped the carriage and the guards.

Even the movement of the war horse seemed to become gentler when it landed.

As solemn as the atmosphere that enveloped the envoys was when they rushed south to the Luolin Empire, the atmosphere that enveloped them at this time was equally light.

In the carriage, Vivian let out a long sigh full of fatigue, then turned her head and looked at the scenery outside the window.

"Mr. Su, Your Majesty...you are fortunate to have lived up to your mission..."

As soon as Vivian's murmur fell, the translator sitting opposite her immediately said excitedly:

"Your Excellency! We did it! We really succeeded in convincing Queen Bella and maintaining peace between the two countries!"

"Yes." Vivian nodded with a look of relief on her face, "Yes...it's not easy...we are really lucky. That Bella is really a fool."

Before going to the Luolin Empire as an envoy, Vivian had a brief meeting with Ilsa.

At this meeting, Ilsa proposed to Vivian the price she could tolerate - 500 million pounds.

This means that as long as the peace between the two countries can be maintained and the security of the southern part of the empire can be maintained, Ilsa is willing to bear a maximum price of 500 million British pounds.

But now, Vivian has successfully completed the task with only milk worth 100 million British pounds.

Vivian could already imagine how wonderful Ilsa's expression would be when she heard that she only used a little milk to maintain peace in the southern part of the empire.

The "Milk Treaty" stipulates that the empire needs to give the Rollin Empire a large amount of milk with a total value of up to 100 million pounds for free every year.

At first glance, this regulation seems to be a disadvantage to the Britannia Empire.

Send Luo Lin Empire 100 million flowers every year,

In those 10 years, 1 billion will be sent, and there is no stipulated number of years in the treaty, which means that the Britannia Empire must send money every year and continuously.

But - this just looks like a loss.

The reason why Ilsa sent Vivian south was just to maintain the security of the southern part of the empire and prevent the war in the south from starting at this critical moment.

In other words - this "Milk Treaty" is just a temporary measure for the Britannia Empire.

After the empire survives the current crisis of national subjugation and recovers in the future, it will have enough time and energy to properly handle its relationship with its neighbor to the south and the "Milk Treaty"

The person who really suffered a loss, and suffered a big loss, was the Luo Lin Empire.

Vivian stuck her head out of the car window and looked north.

Although Vivian's eyes could only see the distant horizon, her mind could see far away.

Vivian's mind drifted slowly northward.

drifted to the border between the two countries.

It drifted to the military camp of the Luo Lin Army stationed on the border between the two countries.

It floated to the generals of the Luo Lin Army who were thinking of launching the Northern Expedition to take back their homeland.

"I feel a little bit sorry for them..."

Vivian whispered to herself.

"It's such a fatuous monarch."

"How angry and painful must they be after knowing that their emperor gave up the Northern Expedition and the opportunity to take back his homeland because of some milk..."

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The northern border of the Luolin Empire, the military camp of the Luolin Army, and the main tent of this formation.

The long table placed in the center of the main tent was filled with all the senior generals in the army.

The expressions on their faces were the same as those of Barr sitting in the main seat - full of astonishment, shock and other emotions.

Baal stood up from the long table with a "hoo" and asked sharply to a dusty messenger who was kneeling on one knee at the entrance of the tent:

"Can you say that again?!"

This envoy came from Tuli and was sent by Denis.

Perhaps because of nervousness, after hearing Barr's questioning, the envoy trembled first, and then said in a trembling voice:

"Yes Yes!"

"Your Majesty has signed a new peace treaty with the envoys of the Britannia Empire!"

"The two countries will continue to maintain a state of friendship! Continue all the items stipulated in the Treaty of Truva!"

"At the same time, each of the two countries has a new obligation!"

"The Britannia Empire is obliged to give free milk to the Rollin Empire with a total value of 100 million pounds every year!"

"And the Luolin Empire has an obligation to never accumulate more than 50,000 troops at the northern border!"

"Milk..." Barr's face turned pale, and his lips kept trembling.

Then, Baal gritted his teeth suddenly, pulled out the battle sword from his waist, and slashed at the long table in front of him.

Barr is old and weak, and he is not very good at fighting. According to common sense, Barr should be unable to cut through such a long and large table.

However - driven by anger at this time, Barr split the long table in half in one breath.

"His Majesty!!"

Barr's voice was hoarse, like roaring or howling.

"We are ready to fight to the death for our country!"

"Why are you doing this?!"

"As long as we can take back our homeland! The benefits we can get are beyond what mere milk can achieve?!"

"This is the best fighter plane we have seen in 10 years!"

"Why did you give up so lightly!"

After roaring like this, Barr, who buried his head low, seemed to have given up on himself and casually threw the long sword in his hand to the ground beside him.

Then he sat back on the chair with a dejected look on his face.

Although Barr's roar stopped. But the lingering sound still echoed in the hearts of the generals in the tent.

echoed over and over again.

At this moment, a burst of sobbing suddenly sounded.

The owner of this sob was sitting next to Gilles de Lisle.

Gil turned his head and looked at the owner of the sobs.

The owner of these sobs was a comrade who was about the same age as Jill and fought against Su Cheng side by side five years ago - Eugène de Muller.

At this time, Ou Ren was covering his face with his hands, sobbing softly.

Ou Ren is a man with a strong heart.

At this time, he actually covered his face and sobbed - one can imagine how sad and painful he felt at this time.

And Ou Ren's sobs one after another seemed to be contagious, slowly spreading.

Gradually, more and more people began to sob quietly.

In the big tent, sobbing could be heard one after another.

Those who were not sobbing—such as Jill, also had a heavy look on their face and clenched their fists.

Jill slowly moved her head and looked at the white tent ceiling.

A strange thought emerged in my mind for no reason:

——This country...maybe destroyed because of this stupid queen...

——Everyone is good... Come and save this country...

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