"Although the Norman Empire is powerful in military terms, Ulster also has its advantages. If the same group of people ruled these two countries, it is hard to say who has the advantage." The young talent of the Seedlinz family, Alves Hawke Seedlinz, who is young and young, shifted the topic on the dining table from the null Iron Prison to the current situation. On the surface, the Norman army was as strong as the end of the force, while the Ulster army was in a retreat.

In the meantime, an unprecedented strong counterattack was launched, and the offensive and defensive trend of both sides reversed, but it was obviously too early to argue that the war had already taken a turn. Today, the Norman Empire has launched a full-scale domestic economy for arms production, and has also annexed the entire Fries, three quarters of Wessex and half a Ulster's resources, reaching an unprecedented peak in military terms. It is not easy to stop this full-speed war machine.

"If, I mean, if... if... if... if the actual ruler of the Ulster government and the army was a brave and dedicated person like Mr. Klumber Heisen, the North Fries crisis might not be out of control, and then the battle would not start at all." Alves' compliments were incredible on such occasions, but Weiss knew that such "praising" was to slowly dispel his resistance. After all, he wanted to recruit himself for their use.

If you can be attracted by the great figures of the Norman Empire, you will not say anything else, at least your ability will be recognized.

"I am just an ordinary Lorraine guardian, and the pros and cons of the national level are beyond my consideration." Weiss tactfully expressed his position.

Alves cut the tender meat chops from the plate slowly: "It seems that Mr. Klumber Heisen does not have a clear understanding of himself... In my opinion, both of you have a very accurate grasp of the situation on the battlefield. This is a natural obstacle for ordinary people to become senior commanders, and you seem to have an innate talent in this regard. Our baron Scala, who has shown unparalleled military talent from North Fries, has chosen the right object of allegiance in the complex Norman Empire. I dare say that in the Norman Empire, no one except His Highness would give such unwavering trust to an outsider with a doubtful position."

When Alves said this, Weiss noticed that Prince Balas had a faint smile on his face, which was a gesture of calm acceptance of praise. At the same time, Ze stopped all movements and looked at Alves with concentration. The expression on his face seemed to be simple pride, but the gloss in his eyes might not be able to explain it clearly.

"And you, Clumber Heisen, little, not to mention the kung fu on the sand table, I have the honor to read the article you published in the internal journal of the Baston Military Academy. It is very thoughtful and insightful, and is one of the few knowledgeable people in the Ulster army. Although we lack understanding of your performance in the early stages of the war, just from your actions in Lorraine is enough to make us look forward to you." Alves finally expressed the true intention of this dinner.

If it weren't for Ze's reasons, Weiss would have flatly refused to recruit the enemy, even if he was thrown out of the window by the Norman crew the next second. Now, he not only had to estimate Ze's situation, but also had to consider more than 2,000 hometown elders who had just been captured by the Normans. These heavy burdens forced him to adopt a more tactful way: he was buried in delicious food, without saying or expressing his opinion.

Seeing Weiss's silence, Prince Balas put down his tableware and said, "It seems that the recent performance of the Ulster army has caused you to doubt the prospects of the Norman Empire in this war. Well, this is understandable. In fact, in recent times, even some people within us have been shaken and have begun to prepare for their own way of retreat... How ridiculous!"

The highest-ranking man at the dining table put down his tableware and talked to him. Weiss couldn't continue to pretend to be deaf and dumb. He raised his head and looked at the other party: "Through history, few wars ended with one side's complete defeat, and most wars ended with a negotiated truce. When most people hope that the war would end, the truce in peacetime may be the most decent result for both sides!"

"You are right. The war ended with the defeat of one side only exists in distant history. Since modern times, no war has been to completely eliminate the other side. No matter what the process is, the ending of this war must be the signing of an armistice agreement between the two sides. However, the armistice negotiations require not only military opportunities, but political factors are also indispensable. As for the current conditions, both military and political, the requirements for a truce cannot be met, so this war should last for a long time." Balas gave his own analysis and judgment.

In fact, whether the warring parties can reach a truce depends not only on the current situation, but also on whether the conditions for the truce can be reached. If the Norman Empire is determined to ask for a large tract of Ulster and Wessex, especially those natural barriers with important national defense significance, these two countries would rather fight to the death than accept it. Now, the Norman army has just turned from attack to defense, and the occupied area is basically at its maximum, and the psychological expectations of the truce will definitely be unbearable to the other party. Weiss knows this very well that what he said just was just a futile prayer. Unless a miracle happens, it is impossible for both sides to reach a truce at this point.

Weiss was silent again. Regarding his cold reaction, these two great men of the Norman Empire were not impatient or impatient. This calmness and patience beyond his age made Weiss feel that they were truly terrible opponents.

Balas once again picked up the glass bottle in front of him: "After every battle, those who survived should pay tribute to those who died! Today, we should pay tribute to both the Norman soldiers who died in battle and the brave guerrilla soldiers!"

Weiss could not refuse this glass of wine, and the big shots drank the wine in the glass, so he could only do it.

The two attendants quickly added a glass of wine for them.

Then, Balas raised his glass to Weiss and said, "This cup will pay tribute to our tenacious opponents!"

The wine was very strong, and Weiss still drank it all in one go.

Balas's alcohol content seemed to be unusually good, and he immediately raised his glass to Ze and said, "This glass, to the heroic baron of Scala, you ended this cruel battle with the least cost, and did a great job!"

Ze quickly picked up the wine glass and responded to Balas. After the two drank the two, the third heir of the Norman Empire continued: "We have discussed it. Your suggestions are very good, but there is a problem. This group of workers has a special status. Without a suitable organizer and supervisor, the quality of technology will be difficult to guarantee. I wonder... can our little Mr. Clumber Heisen bravely take on this responsibility?"

"What does it mean?" Weiss turned his eyes to the other party.

"Unless otherwise agreed at the end of the war, the guerrillas and guerrilla supporters who surrendered to us today will be subject to at least three years of forced labor in the labor camps of the Norman army. Given that most of these people are Somsonas residents, have worked at the Klumber-Hisson factory, and are suitable for arms production, but the technical and quality requirements for arms production are very high and there is no negligence, so... Mr. Klumber-Hisson, just say it! I think only you can be competent for the general command of this special labor camp. If you refuse, then we are likely to consider taking other solutions."

Weiss thought for a while: "Is this the whole requirement?"

Balas suddenly laughed, and the laughter made Weis feel very uncomfortable.

At this time, Alves said: "A few days ago, I took the time to read the internal journals of the Baston Military Academy in recent years. I found that the people who defeated me in wargame exercises are not only very accomplished in military and political aspects, but also a very talented weapon designer. Unfortunately, your weapon technology achievements have not been valued by the Ulster Army. We have been tested by professional engineers. Two of the technical solutions can be used to improve the existing weapons and equipment of the Norman Army, and the new Klumber-Hisen Factory is fully qualified."

Improving weapons for the Norman army is no essential difference from joining the Norman army directly. Weiss certainly cannot accept the role of such a traitor. He gritted his teeth and said, "What if I refuse?"

Alves did not answer positively, but said calmly: "As far as I know, the supply of supplies in some special labor camps is not that stable. If you want them to be guaranteed in terms of living conditions, it is best to do it yourself and understand what I mean?"

The helplessness and sorrow of the success and defeat of the success and the defeat of the enemy is like the strong wine in this cup that has been knocked over the wound, heart-wrenching, but it can only endure it.

After some difficult trade-offs, Weiss sighed: "I can accept it, but there is a request...I hope to meet Nicholas Lebold, and if he wants, we can go to the labor camp together."

"He?" Balas keenly captured the personal pronoun used by Weiss, who looked at each other and smiled.

"Don't underestimate our intelligence capabilities," said Alves. "We know all the dirty things about Ulster's military and political leaders."

Weiss was confused.

Alves did not go into this topic, but said to Weiss: "Although your request is not too much, we cannot agree for some special reasons."

"What's wrong with him?" Weiss asked unwillingly.

Alves didn't say anything, this time it was Balas who replied: "She was very good. After returning from the Norman Empire parade, she figured out a lot of things. We believe that it won't take long to figure out everything and make the right choice."

Although alcohol had a slight impact on emotional stability, it did not hinder Weiss's mental concentration. He clearly captured several key points in this sentence: the Norman Empire parade, figured things out, and... she!

Surprised, Weiss tentatively said: "I always thought that war is a war between men and women should not join in."

"You think so, but you don't do it - there are many women among the rebels captured by us, right?" Alves threw the question to Ze.

Ze hesitated a little: "About three or four out of ten."

Alves then turned to Weiss: "As far as we know, there are many female pilots in the Federal Army's flight units. Speaking of which, on our side, there are no women in the front-line combat troops, and there are not many women in the auxiliary personnel."
Chapter completed!