Marshal Urodi didn't think this was bragging. The "old friend" he knew was indeed a heroic figure of this type. But why were there no such heroes among the Circassians?
He closed his thick lips and awkwardly uttered a few onomatopoeias of unknown meaning. Then he closed his mouth, as if even the thick muscles on his cheeks were twitching with struggle and bitterness.
After a while, he finally spoke, his voice still bitter: "Yes, Mr. Tan, you are right. He is a hero, and the soldiers and civilians of the community are also heroes. You and the empire have already stood firm.
For a year, those Dragon Kings have never been able to take any advantage. But we, a country that prides itself on being the frontline fighter against the empire, have not been able to hold on even for a day..."
In fact, it didn't even last two hours. From the arrival of the Barbarossa in Catun to the king's surrender, it only took less than a hundred minutes. The Galactic Empire always seems to want to use this extreme time to reflect their
strength.
"When we joined the army, we were educated, trained, and fought to hate the Khaiyars and the imperial people behind them. Then, the Cherk fleet did not fire a single shot and allowed our country to change its color.
"A coward like me only dares to hide in his own turtle shell. How can I evaluate a true brave man?"
He opened his big mouth, and his two round eyes clearly shone with a desolate and humble aura.
But this time, Tan Jize did not pursue the victory. He even suppressed his smile and said seriously: "You did not surrender, and neither did the Cirke people."
"Mr. Tan, if you are comforting me, I would be very grateful, but..."
Tan Jize waved his hand with a smile: "We are not talking about business. I don't need to say such polite words to you. Although Cherk has opened up the border with Feimo and allowed the imperial fleet to enter the country, as far as I know, the hand
The powerful local factions with military power sent people to guard military key points and did not allow the empire to enter their defense zones."
This was actually an act of warlords taking advantage of the chaos to seize territory, but the other party interpreted it as a patriot spirit.
Marshal Wuluoji was not sure for a while whether the other party was being arrogant. However, he had to admit that he was indeed very useful, so he quickly waved his hand and said calmly:
"But that's all. Mr. Tan, I can only go so far. The current one who is the new Prime Minister, His Royal Highness... Hahaha, who knows if he will become the new king one day?
What? But whether he is the prime minister or the king, he has little prestige, so how can he convince us military commanders to obey the orders of the new government? Mr. Tan, we are just a group of Catun pike who died on the back of a maned snapping turtle.
We are just working together to take advantage of the chaos to draw up territory in the pool."
"I understand that what you are afraid of is only the empire, not the so-called Prime Minister of Katun who became a traitor." Tan Jize said.
"You can actually use the word 'fear'." The marshal still looked magnanimous, even to the point of giving up on himself:
"We have been taught to hate the Empire, but we are afraid of him, and even worship him to the core. It is ridiculous. Without the support of the Alliance, why would a group of snapping turtles bar their teeth at a dragon? But we also know that the Empire cannot
To completely annex Cirke. The worst case scenario is to imitate the likes of Ketai and Bakwei. They will always look for powerful people in Cirke to cooperate. So, why can't it be me?"
"I understand. The reason why the military commanders and provincial governors of the Circassian Kingdom guard the passes and expand their territory is to negotiate with the empire in disguise." Tan Jize added.
The marshal nodded and placed his arm, which looked like a rock, on the table:
"You see, Mr. Tan, once a soldier abandons his bottom line and becomes a so-called warlord, he will soon degenerate into a despicable hawker."
"But, you are still different. As far as I know, since the Empire occupied Katun, you are the only military commander who has opened fire on the Empire."
This happened last week, that is, on May 28th. The main purpose of the imperial fleet coming from the Fermo Starfield was of course the Chero Fortress where Brunhilt was located, but they were marching
Sometimes, it is inevitable that we will deviate from the main channel controlled by our own side and approach some important pass systems.
This is of course to test the reactions of the various Cirke warlords and prepare for the next step.
In most cases, the Cherk warlords' troops just stared at the imperial fleet and flew with them. But only Marshal Urodi directly ordered to open fire. Although this attack was basically intimidating, it also
There were no casualties, but it was indeed a rare act of courage.
After the bombardment, the Imperial fleet did leave the line of fire, as if it was truly intimidated.
"Your actions are an example and will surely inspire others." Tan Jize said.
"I don't have such hope." The marshal forced a smile.
"You also intercepted the Imperial Army's supplies. This batch of supplies shipped from the Sanqi Star Region was originally prepared for the Empire." "Anyway, they are energy blocks, electromagnets and artillery shells. Which ship wouldn't be used? Okay.
Well, I don’t want to find a way to add some trouble to the empire, but I’m really upset, old turtle.” Marshal Wuluoji retracted his sturdy and huge body back to the sofa, and slowly spit out a hoarse voice from his nasal cavity.
:
"But you really don't have to expect much from me, Mr. Tan. I don't know how long I can maintain this bottom line. I don't know when I will have to accept the price offered by the empire. Mr. Tan, the empire's lobbyist
In fact, I have already been here once. I said that the last border crossing was a misunderstanding and that I used an expired star map. Those supplies were also given to me. I still need to be more involved in the future affairs of the Circassian state. What kind of Prime Minister or Minister of Defense?
Regent, I can choose whatever you want. If I am interested, there will be a seat for me in the Heraldry Courtyard in Tianyu."
Tan Jize smiled and said a truly sarcastic remark: "In the Imperial Heraldry Academy, there are indeed non-human hereditary nobles, but none of them can be passed down for more than five hundred years."
The marshal smiled bitterly and said: "Yes, that's it. I also said this to the empire's lobbyists, but they said that the Cirke King over Katun can also change his master at the appropriate time."
Tan Jize smiled and said something fair: "This is indeed a price that is hard to refuse!"
"Oh, the empire does look down on the world's heroes. I have been studying, training, fighting, and learning to hate the empire all my life. I can't say that my ancestors have been loyal and good for generations, but they have always been responsible for their duties. I will not be reduced to Cathay.
The orang-maned ones... However, I can only do this." Marshal Wuluoji did not feel proud at all, but felt guilty and did not even dare to look into Tan Jize's eyes;
"Mr. Tan, go tell General Yu that I am indeed sorry for my old friend. The most I can do is protect one side of Sangzhi, but it is absolutely impossible to actively attack the empire and cooperate with him in fighting. And..."
"And?" Even when he was asking, Tan Jize didn't show too much aggression, it was more like he was joking along with the other party.
Faced with such communication, the Circassian marshal could only sigh helplessly: "...and, if something unspeakable really happens, in order to survive with the more than 30 billion soldiers and civilians in the military region,
Maybe I will make some choices that are sensible of current affairs. But these high-sounding words I said today are all scolding myself."
The so-called "unbearable thing", of course, refers to the demise of the community. In fact, when the imperial fleet came to Chiero, normal people could see that the strategic situation of the community was already in an extremely disadvantageous situation.
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Tan Jize's eyes were still kind, he nodded slightly, and his attitude was still sincere: "I understand. Doing your best, even if it means sacrificing your reputation, is just to protect a country, and you are still the most amazing hero. Marshal, the education I have received tells me that
, first of all, we must learn to understand and communicate, and never force others to do anything. Please believe that I am not the lobbyist of Commander Yu Company. He doesn’t even know that I am here."
Marshal Wuluoji naturally didn't believe it, but after thinking about it for a while, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be talking to himself from the moment they met, like a garrulous old man.
"Then you still say you are his subordinates?"
"I am a member of the Pioneer Party, and he is the founder of the Pioneer Party. Rounding it off, he can be considered a subordinate."
The Circassian marshal was stunned for a long time, and then he laughed dumbly: "I have been fooled."
"I am indeed here for the fugitives who are traveling with me. They have rented a field in Sanqi for farming."
"You don't want me to protect them, do you?"
Tan Jize was noncommittal and opened the small iron box he carried with him, revealing the green grass dumplings inside: "They grow blue-scale grass in Sanqi to make grass dumplings, and the seeds are brought from the empire. I hope you can purchase them.
products.”
Bluegrass is a unique forage containing protein. Grass dumplings made from this plant are a very favorite snack and field ration for the Circassians. However, the cultivation and planting of this grass species are all technical tasks.
, basically controlled by the Empire and the Alliance.
A veteran like Marshal Wuluoji would of course know that the dumplings brought by Tan Jize were of the highest quality. If the price was moderate, it would be great to have another purchasing channel.
...However, even if the price is slightly expensive, it still has a reputation.
Of course, this kind of business is too trivial for the mighty Cirke warlord.
Marshal Wuluoji said: "Mr. Tan, if you are doing the job of a salesman, the standards are too high."