On the way out of the Fortress of Sedang, Napoleon III was in a very heavy mood. Outside the wall were farmlands and forests, and the road was lined with the bodies of the dead.

As the bloody battle had only passed one night, the enemy and us had no time to carefully clean up the battlefield. The Prussians simply collected the remains of the victims on their own side, and no one cared about the corpses of the French soldiers.

All kinds of French soldiers lie in every corner of the battlefield, with guns, ammunition and military flags scattered all over the ground.

Looking at the pair of eyes dying with eyes, the Emperor of the Dharma had a great denial of his own people for the first time. The pride of the past has disappeared at this moment.

Member Raul saw the sadness in His Majesty's eyes, and he quickly whispered, "Raise the speed, let's leave here quickly..."

The imperial military flag fluttered in the hands of the cavalry, and Prussian soldiers were watching the fun on both sides of the road. Although these soldiers hated the Emperor of Pharma, the emperor's aristocratic status in that era still had a serious pressure on ordinary people.

The soldiers did not clamor or mocked, but just watched the carriage walk over quietly, and they were witnessing history!

Xiao Letian was very confident in his promise. Since he promised that Besmai would not disturb the situation yesterday, he did not even let his soldiers out of the camp today.

Two thousand Chinese warriors were stationed at their resting places, which was also considered the last bit of face Xiao Letian gave the French Emperor, and this little face was given to the Vietnamese colony.

On the tall Zeppelin, Xiao Letian used a telescope to watch the Emperor's cavalry team approaching the north. He said lonelyly, "Oh... I'm really unwilling to accept that I was unable to witness such a historical moment with my own eyes..."

"Zepplin... leaned over there, I watched the fun with my telescope, no one cares about me, right?"

The place where the French Emperor and Besmai met was in a mill five kilometers north of Sedang City. This is a hilly area outside Sedang City. It is a good place to see the scenery from a high place. The hills are full of ancient trees, and many of them are lush and green, with trees of more than a hundred years old.

When the emperor's carriage arrived here, he saw the Prussian Imperial Guards densely packed on the hills. These solemn soldiers saluted the emperor on both sides of the road. Even the defeated emperor gave them full respect.

Bypassing a big tree, the Emperor finally saw the Besmai riding a war horse!

Today, the Besmer is wearing military uniform, with over-the-knee horse boots polished shiny. On top of his head is a standard Prussian spire metal helmet with extremely cumbersome patterns on it!

The navy blue military uniform is embroidered with gold thread, and an iron cross is hung on the collar to shine!

The carefully trimmed beard trembled slightly with the wind, as if he had something to say. What was even more exaggerated was the sword around his waist, which was given to him by William I. It was one meter five long and almost mopped the floor when hanging on the side of the horse's scabbard.

The Prime Minister who has not slept all night is full of energy at this moment. Years of hard work have finally come to the moment of reward!

Seeing the Emperor's carriage appear, Besmai urged him to walk to the Emperor's side. He turned over and jumped off his war horse and saluted the Emperor.

"See Your Majesty! I wish you peace and prosperity!"

There must be high and low status in the upper and lower levels. Even if the defeated emperor in the hierarchy society is also an emperor, this is not something that a minister like Beismai can humiliate.

Napoleon III looked at Pisme for half a minute, "Hey... how long has it been since we met?"

"Back to your Majesty, in 1862, I visited London and Paris, and we haven't met for eight years since then!"

"Eight years! There has been such a big change... In the past, you were my guest, but today I have become your prisoner..."

Pesme, standing attentively saluted, reached out and opened the carriage door. "No matter how things develop, you are the emperor of France, and this will be recorded in history forever!"

Napoleon III struggled to get off the carriage and sighed, "Forever be recorded in history? But history will also open a new page. My page is over!"

The two walked shoulder to shoulder on the dirt road in the forest and headed towards the mill in front. The people around them subconsciously stayed away ten steps away.

"When will I see my brother William?" the emperor asked, looking into Bisme's eyes.

Beismai smiled and said, "His Majesty the King is currently recuperating in Luxembourg. I think you will see him soon..."

"Haha... I'm going to see you very soon? I'm afraid I'll never see you. An emperor who has stepped down is useless..."

"Okay, let's not talk about this. Please hand over this sword to the king of Prussia! I lost this war..."

Napoleon III held the family's sword in both hands and raised it high. Bisme did not dare to neglect and quickly took it with both hands. At this time, the adjutant not far away trotted all the way, holding a wooden box covered with velvet in his hand.

The Prime Minister respectfully placed the sword of the Emperor in the wooden box "Take the horse to His Majesty, go..."

"Yes..." The adjutant turned around and left. Soon a team of imperial guards surrounded the adjutant and ran northeastward!

"Your Majesty, please sit..." Walking to the entrance of the mill, the warm sunshine of the Bersmai and the Francisco sat side by side on two chairs. The Francisco squinted his eyes slightly at the scene of freedom in front of him.

"Are I being imprisoned from now on? Where are I going to imprison me?"

"Your Majesty! It's not imprisonment, we just hope you can temporarily rest under our protection for a while... Fort William in Gassel is beautiful and suitable for your cultivation!"

"You can rest assured that you will enjoy a certain amount of freedom wherever you are. We provide you with the best living treatment. You can even use the telegram and postal system..."

"Of course, I believe you won't stay there for too long. After the war is over, you will naturally reunite with the Queen and His Highness the Crown Prince!"

This is the best ending, and the Emperor could not say anything, because he surrendered unconditionally yesterday with a white flag, so he could only let the Prussians arrange it at this moment.

"Where is my legion? What kind of treatment will they be treated?"

Bisme sat upright, "Before my adjutant went to see Your Majesty, I will bring your sword into Seandang City... If there is no accident, the French army in Seandang City should have seen His Majesty's sword..."

"As long as they don't resist, calmly put down their weapons and accept our reorganization... Then we will arrange their food and accommodation immediately and treat the wounded!"

"I can assure you that all prisoners of war will not be abused, and of course their freedom will not be given until we reach a ceasefire agreement with the French government..."

The French Emperor smiled bitterly and said, "This may disappoint you. This government I was captured will surely fall. The Republic will restore it... Those people may not admit my promise!"

"Hahaha...Pesmai smiled proudly, Your Majesty, I don't expect you to promise anything. All you can do now is to make these legions loyal to you surrender!"
Chapter completed!