The next day, the night wind had not yet passed and dawn had just arrived.

At the gate of the legion camp, as yesterday, the soldiers and carriages were all ready. One by one, the nobles who were yawning, walked out of their tents, muttering in a low voice, cursing and waking up their guards, and the ignorant gray-clothed untouchables...

To be honest, they still disagree with these untouchables. But yesterday they were turned away because they exceeded the scheduled time. Today they didn’t dare to be too lazy. After all, no one dared to confirm whether the mob would really do something to kill...

As soon as I reached the entrance of the camp, I suddenly heard the complaints.

"Hey, hey. Dear old sirs, you're moving too slowly."

The old nobles were all stunned and looked at the luxurious horse carriage in front of them in disbelief.

In this camp, there are not many people who dare to speak so rudely to them. But the young man standing in front of the carriage door kept waving and greeting him, and was one of them.

"Philip, Philip?" The fat noble rubbed his eyes and confirmed again that his faint eyes were not wrong.

Several old nobles around looked at each other, why are these flower guys so active today...

Philip over there shrugged and spread his arms exaggeratedly: "No way, I haven't seen you for a whole night, don't you remember me? This... the prospect of negotiations is worrying!"

Uh... Does this mean Alzheimer's disease? Cough cough... the soldiers around him turned their eyes elsewhere.

"Hmph!" The old noble Cecil, with a gloomy face, made a sound of his nose and his mouth twitched, "You're still worried that you will die on a woman's belly one day!"

Obviously, he saw a woman in the unblocked carriage.

"Oh, thank you for your blessing!" Philip smiled happily and bowed in a standard manner, "This is my greatest wish in my life!"

...

The corners of the old nobles twitched, and the guy in front of him who was so mean and speechless. He simply brushed his sleeves and boarded his own carriage, making him feel unhappy.

"Okay, go, go!" Philip couldn't wait to urge the soldiers to move forward, then touched his chin and whispered to himself, "There are really beautiful women in the gray-clothed army? That guy isn't lying to me, well, it's hard to say, handsome birds come from the deep mountains and forests, and wild flowers on the roadside have a unique taste. Tsk tsk, I'm really looking forward to it..."

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Learned from the lessons from last time, the negotiation team arrived at the Grayclothed Army's garrison before seven o'clock this time.

The gray-clothed soldiers guarding the gate led the troop in, so naturally they could not get in. After all, there were all underground passages.

At this time, the gray-clothed army was having breakfast. The civilians in groups of three or three looked at the group of people dressed in bright clothes. Some children hid behind the adults, wondering why these old people had curly hair...

This time he led the team with Gary of the Cangyan Legion. He couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the ragged gray-clad soldiers and civilians around him.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, how could I believe that such a group of people had actually blocked the attack and pursuit of tens of thousands of armed soldiers of the three legions for nearly a month...

"Hey, what are they eating?" The hot woman leaning against Philip's body, pointed to the blue color in the rice bowl and asked.

"That's it, it's a wild vegetable on the roadside." Philip, who was scanning the surroundings, turned his head and said casually.

"Ah, that's just weeds. Can this be eaten? Why don't they eat meat?" the woman asked in confusion.

"Ah, uh..." Philip was stunned for a moment, then reached out and lifted the woman's chin: "Do you know? I just like your big breasts and brainless look."

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The tent in the middle of the garrison was the location of the negotiations. The noble negotiating team lifted the curtain and entered, with only simple tables and chairs inside.

"Not even a cup of tea..."

Someone muttered, and the negotiators sat down on the right side of the long table.

"Well, where are your people? Is it not until seven o'clock yet?" Cecil looked at the empty chair opposite and said to the gray-clothed soldier at the door in dissatisfaction.

"Sorry, I'll ask." The soldier bowed and left.

The language was very polite and the attitude was very correct. The old nobles didn't care and talked about each other about what they saw when they entered the garrison.

These nobles who have been staying in the bustling imperial capital had known this term before, but now they see the specific situation on the spot, they are even more disagreeable. They are just a bunch of poor and crazy mobs. Well, from this point of view, the conditions proposed later should be food...

After discussing this for more than ten minutes, a nobleman frowned and looked at the entrance of the tent. What happened? Why has the soldier not come back just now?

After the question was raised, another soldier guarding the gate nodded: "Let's do it, I'll go and have a look!"

After saying that, he ran to the distance. Then, there was nothing more...

The two gray-clothed gatekeepers ran away, and outside the gate were the Royal Guards and Legion soldiers. The nobles were shocked to find that they were abandoned here.

I don't know how long it took, bang!

Cecil slapped the long table and looked angry: "What do these damn untouchables want to do!"

"That's right, we arrived on time, they disappeared, and the country bumpkins just didn't know how to be polite!"

...

"Before you say that others are rude, do you think about your previous behavior first?"

Wow——The curtain was lifted, and Luosha, who had a calm face, walked in: "It's eight o'clock now, everyone, I'm Luosha, good morning!"

...

The tent was silent. To be honest, the name Luosha was still a bit famous. Especially after kidnapping the aristocratic young man this time, this name became a headache for many people. But after seeing it, this slightly thin and short figure and beautiful facial features were not outstanding under the reflection of the dull skin... If you abandon your unique temperament, I believe that in a small town in the south, there will be thousands of women who will die in this way.

But this is Luosha, who led the Gray-Clothed Army to fight against the powerful class of the Bran Empire for more than ten years and will continue to fight!

Amid the shock of these nobles, the senior general Oumeng, Bosco and other senior leaders of the gray-clothed army walked in one after another. Next, a black shadow flashed at the door, and Joshia, with a cold expression on her face, walked in.

...

The noble who had just recovered was shocked again, this...

In fact, these nobles are in the prosperous imperial capital, and of course they have seen many of them, and there are naturally some more beautiful people than Joshia. But sometimes, in specific environments, some beautiful things will be added to the mysterious light, such as looking at beauties under the lamp, and the current situation.

They had seen the images of people in the gray-clothed army before, mostly dusty and simple clothes. Now, at first glance, the infinitely gorgeous and cool Joshia in front of her was naturally shocked... At this moment,

Bang! A loud bang.

Everyone was stunned. When they looked at the end of the right, they saw a chair overturning, and Philip, who was completely unprepared, fell to the ground in a panic.

As for the reason, you will know the woman next to you who looked angry and jealous.

"Ahem..." Bolett's eyes twitched, he stood up and cleared his throat, and introduced the staff on his side slightly. As for the woman, he responded vaguely.

Luosha also briefly introduced the people here. Seeing that the other party had no questions, he would announce the start of the negotiations.

"etc!"

Philip, who was back on the chair, suddenly raised his right hand, "I have a problem."

Uh... everyone looked at the surprised eyes. Now that was the beginning, what questions could they have?

"You said!" Luosha spread his hands.

Philip stood up and quickly tidied up his clothes. His charming face smiled and greeted Joshia, who was sitting in front of him: "Hi, Hello, beautiful Miss Joshia, my name is Philip, unmarried, lives in Blue Crystal District, Bran City..."

The tent was completely silent, and everyone's expressions were frozen, and those quick and clear words kept rolling out of Philip's mouth.

"...Your beauty is comparable to the holiest flower in the world! Please allow me to take the liberty to express the stunningness of the first meeting to you, and please give me the opportunity to pursue this admiration who loves you at first sight, please!"

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After about three minutes of silence!

"Bored!" Joshia turned her head, and her face was covered with ice.

Of course, her heart was far from being as calm as it appeared. At this moment, there was a storm, almost shaking down her tight face.

"Don't do this, at least give me a chance...Oh," Philip, who looked depressed, suddenly screamed, and then his face was tangled, and his left hand kept pulling the fingers of the woman beside him pinching his thigh.

"Well, can the negotiation begin?" Bollet asked expressionlessly.

"……Can!"

After this episode, the negotiations began to return to normal track.

Because Joshia's direct opponent was Philip, the two of them had a natural and inevitable contact. And the latter kept staring at him with infatuated eyes... Of course, he also used his hands to constantly protect the muscles on his legs and waist.

Joshia didn't want to look at this guy who was a little confused, but thinking about the domineering aura of Tang En's explanation, he tried hard to adjust his mood and shifted his cold gaze over.

You are a toad, you are a toad...

Uh...Phillip was delighted at first, then he was stunned.

Contempt, sarcasm, ridicule... Being stared at by a beautiful woman with this kind of eyes, I believe any man would feel uncomfortable. Philip couldn't help but touch the corner of his mouth, there was no rice grain... He looked down at his outfit, well, his crotch was not open...

The negotiations took place in this strange atmosphere until Losha took out several exchange orders and handed them over.

Bang! After Bolett finished reading it, he slapped the paper sheet on the desktop with a look of white expression: "Are you sure you're not kidding?"

"Of course!" Luosha took a leisurely sip of tea.

"Damn it, you are blackmailing, blackmail!" Bolet's face turned red, "Twenty-hundred thousand kilograms of grain, fifty thousand kilograms of flour, thirty thousand sets of standard regular soldiers' armor, fifty thousand weapons... Well, there are still one hundred Thor's hammers? This... is too bullying, too bullying!"

"Nonsense, do you think you are the Bran reorganized legion?"

"I can't talk about it anymore. You guys are robbery!"

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After the exchange order was handed over, the noble negotiating group was naturally furious.

The Empire sent them to negotiate, naturally because these people had experience in this regard. But even so, they were shocked by the big deal in front of them. In fact, both sides had a ruler in their hearts, and the difficulty was to achieve a balance that both sides could accept through constant combat. But the exchange order with dense words in front of them obviously had increased the ruler infinitely, and bargaining was no longer necessary.

"Oh, is that?" Luosha sneered, put down the teacup and looked at Joshia.

Joshia nodded understandingly and stood up to pick up a list: "As of three days ago, a total of 13,456 soldiers in the gray-clothed army died, and 732 civilians died innocently."

"In these three days, because of your stupid actions, another 1,141 soldiers and civilians died."

Taking a deep breath, Joshia's face was covered in frost: "You said that it's too much to deceive people, so how should I calculate these innocent dead people? What is their value? In my opinion, their value is much more valuable than this exchange order! If this is blackmail! It's blackmail! Then I will use these to blackmail you today!"

The tent returned to silence again, and the ground-breaking accusations kept hovering inside.

Bolett swallowed and said with a little difficulty: "I'm sorry, but it's a war..."

"Yes, this is a war!" Joshia cut off the other party's words, "Anyone can start a war, but to end the war, the consent of the winner must be obtained."
Chapter completed!