On the hill south of the abandoned airport, compared to the afternoon before yesterday, there has been a big change.

The flowers and trees were bulldozed by the Qin army, and an open space that could accommodate thousands of people was sorted out, tables and chairs were placed in the middle, and the warning area was pulled up with a cordon, and reporters could only take pictures and videos outside the warning area.

A lot of reporters came, plus more than 100 reporters who were detained by Ying Lingyun the day before yesterday, a total of more than 400.

Western mainstream news media, newspapers, and magazines all sent reporters to Chang'an to film and record the "negotiations of the century."

"This nuclear bomb silo is really underground!".

On the side facing the abandoned airfield, Truman, Charles de Gaulle, Churchill, Oriol Stalin, and a group of people carefully observed the nuclear bomb silo with binoculars, but they did not see the reason.

Because you can see nothing but 24 wellheads with a diameter of 7 meters and a protrusion of 1 meter above the ground.

But they can all feel a strong sense of oppression and crisis, as if there is a demon from hell imprisoned in the well, and it may rush out to destroy the world at any time.

Nuclear bombs are indeed demons, more terrible than demons.

The casualty figures of the nuclear explosion in New York were calculated half an hour ago, about 1.8 million people died on the spot, 520,000 were severely burned, and the possibility of healing was unlikely, and 1.22 million people suffered burns of varying degrees.

The economic damage is even more severe because Manhattan Island, where Wall Street, the financial center of the United States, is located, is located at the center of the nuclear bombing!

The stock market crashed, the economy collapsed, and the whole country panicked and became a mess!

Truman's face was sad, he had not closed his eyes for two days and two nights, and his mental state was extremely poor.

Thinking that he was about to be "blackmailed" by Ying Lingyun, his heart was bleeding.

He already knew the content of George VI's negotiations with Ying Lingyun yesterday afternoon, and his jaw almost dropped, and he was silent for a long, long time before he came to his senses, and his mood became even more anxious.

"Mr. Churchill, did your king really agree to Ying Lingyun's harsh demands?"

Secretary of Defense Marshall, who came to Chang'an with Truman, asked again.

Marshall still can't believe that Great Britain would be so spineless, and he didn't even have the courage to resist.

In the next 10 years, half of the annual fiscal revenue will be compensated to Daqin.

12,400 tonnes of gold, £38 billion in indemnity + £2 billion in interest, for a total of £40 billion, to be paid off in 30 years.

One-third of the country's machinery and equipment will be returned to the Lizhou Islands...... Suez Canal Ownership and Management ...... Six oil fields ...... in the Middle East

The signing of this reparations agreement means that Great Britain will completely lose its status as a great power and fall into a second-rate or even third-rate small country.

It's too ruthless, it's too ruthless, it's really too vicious.

Churchill looked lonely, and at today's five-nation meeting, Great Britain came to go through the motions, because the reconciliation agreement was signed last night.

The King, the Prime Minister, the Minister of Defence, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, the Chief of the General Staff of the Navy, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer all signed it.

Want to regret it? It's too late!

If you dare to tear up the agreement, Ying Lingyun will definitely launch a nuclear bomb at London.

"Well, General, you don't think you should compromise?".

“......"

Marshall frowned and asked, "Should I compromise? You don't know the consequences of signing this agreement?"

Churchill and De Gaulle, Truman, Stalin, and the Oriole chatted secretly for a while, knowing that they did not want to compromise, and did not want to be slaughtered by Lingyun, because the price of compromise was too heavy.

Bet, they want to bet, bet that there is only 1 ICBM to win Lingyun, and bet that 23 of the 24 nuclear bomb silos are empty.

Take a step back, even if Ying Lingyun has two, what if he gets another nuclear bomb.

After knowing the settlement agreement signed by Great Britain and Ying Lingyun, they didn't want to compromise anymore, and they would rather suffer a nuclear bomb than sky-high compensation.

"I know, but our majesty the king doesn't dare to bet, what if Ying Lingyun really has the 2nd nuclear missile, the 2nd, the 3rd, the 24th, or even the 108th?".

"He said it himself yesterday, in addition to the 24 nuclear bomb silos in Chang'an, there are 84 in other places!"

Churchill recalled the mocking and teasing look in Ying Lingyun's eyes when he spoke yesterday, and he couldn't help but feel palpitations.

With his ability to read words and feelings, he couldn't tell if Ying Lingyun was lying.

"I don't believe it!".

Marshall shook his head, his eyes extremely determined.

"Unless Ying Lingyun is a god, it is impossible to come up with 108 nuclear missiles, at most only 2. "

“......"

Churchill did not speak.

You bet, you win, we in Great Britain sit back and take advantage of the fisherman's profits, and directly tear up the settlement agreement.

Lost the bet...... We have signed a settlement agreement with Ying Lingyun, and the nuclear bomb will not fall on Great Britain.

I hope you can win!

Stomp and tread.

The sound of dull footsteps came, followed by the exclamations of journalists and the sound of camera shutters.

Truman, Starlin, De Gaulle, and Marshall turned their heads to look at it, their pupils shrank suddenly, and the painful memory of being beaten and beaten by the Qin Emperor and the generals of the Qin army during World War II came to their minds.

If it weren't for the sneak attack of the United States and the joint alliance to fight together, it would be really difficult to defeat Daqin.

On the mountain road ahead, Ying Lingyun walked in front with his head held high, followed by dozens of marshals and cabinet ministers.

Ying Lingyun, who has a net height of 1.87 meters, put on long cowhide military boots, and he is 1.9 meters.

The body of the super soldier after the transformation of the serum is tall and majestic, with a well-fitting and gorgeous black military uniform, and the Qin Emperor Sword with a length of one meter and thirty-nine meters hanging from his waist, his aura is very powerful.

As the saying goes, if a soldier is a bear, there will be a nest of bears, and the emperor is so confident and high-spirited, and the generals and ministers are naturally full of energy and proud of everything.

The group walked over, full of oppression, and the Western reporters on both sides of the road subconsciously took a step back, and they didn't dare to breathe.

"Meet Your Majesty!".

The soldiers of the Qin army who were in charge of the vigilance saluted with their guns, and Ying Lingyun nodded in greeting.

Walking to the venue and seeing Truman, Starlin, De Gaulle, Marshall, and other old acquaintances, Ying Lingyun was unusually calm.

He originally thought that the enemy would be extremely red when they met, and the grievances and anger that had accumulated for three years would completely erupt, and he would severely humiliate these culprits who ordered the cruelty of Great Qin.

As a result, there is no wave in the heart.

It seems that my state of mind has evolved, which is quite good.

As the Emperor of Great Qin, an emperor who is determined to dominate the world, of course he can't swear like a shrew.

A really ruthless person will restrain and control his emotions, and don't make noise if he can do it.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Ying Lingyun showed a smile of "nuclear goodness" on his face, and said amiably.

"Long time no see, please take a seat!".

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