The next morning at ten o'clock, on the banks of the Arumas River.
According to the agreement, General Mod Amon sent his chief of staff and several accompanying officers. Santos also sent his chief of staff, together with Fei Pingsheng and others, to meet again in the previous tent and begin to discuss the specific details of the peace talks.
The atmosphere in the tent was much better than yesterday. The Chief of Staff of Mod Amon's side put his hands together, glanced at everyone, and said slowly: "Now that everyone is here, let's get started."
"OK."
The meeting officially began. Representatives from both sides sat upright, and the chief of staff on Mod Amon's side took out the prepared clauses with a very serious expression, and said one by one: "In order to achieve win-win cooperation, we have put forward three requirements in total. First, our Xinlai region supports the Lao Mexican official military government and is willing to accept the leadership of Minister Santos. However, we must have absolute autonomy, including military sovereignty, administrative sovereignty, and the national and cultural sovereignty of the Xinlai region. In terms of major political orders, we support the Santos government, but in terms of local administrative orders, we will also have our own system. If the two sides have different opinions on administrative orders, they must be resolved through consultation, and at the same time, they must fully respect our opinions."
This first piece of news was already shocking, but the people on Santos' side did not show any change in expression.
The other side's chief of staff took a sip of water and continued, "Second, since our troops are willing to accept the highest leadership, the military expenses of the troops should be distributed by the official military headquarters. The specific amount will be determined by negotiation between the two parties. Third, in terms of supporting the cooperation position of the Chinese region, our Xinlai region has independent and autonomous negotiation power. At the same time, as the second representative of the Laomo region, we enjoy the same cooperation rights and interests as the Santos government."
After saying that, the other party picked up the cup and drank water again.
The officers on the Mexican side looked increasingly solemn and began to discuss in low voices.
Fei Pingsheng was listening at the side, and he didn't say a word the whole time. After hearing these three proposals, he was no longer speechless, and even felt that Mod Amon's side was a bit dreamy.
If these three points are realized, it will not be as simple as two different administrative systems in one region. Not only do they not want to pay tribute, they will even have to suck the blood of Santos.
This kind of thing is even more exaggerated than the vassal kings of Pingxi King Wu Sangui. It is completely a country within a country! General Mod Amon can no longer be described as greedy. He just wants to be the emperor of this country within a country!
But precisely because the other party made such an absurd and outrageous proposal, Fei Pingsheng knew that if Santos could agree to such a request, it would mean that Mod Amon would not rebel again.
However, from the perspective of a ruler, such conditions of splitting the regime are absolutely unacceptable.
Lao Fei just muttered to himself but didn't say it out loud and continued to remain silent.
The government troops also finished their discussion quickly. Santos' Chief of Staff looked at the other side and said solemnly: "We have fully understood your conditions. Now we have to go back and report to the Chief. But we can promise that we will give a final response to the proposal by this afternoon at the latest."
The other party nodded, stood up and said, "Okay, I hope we can cooperate."
Both sides stood up and shook hands, then left the neutral area and returned to their original places.
…
At around noon, the Chief of General Staff returned to Santos' office and explained the situation.
After listening to this, Santos sat at his desk and fell into deep thought.
The Chief of Staff spoke first and said bluntly: "Mr. Chief, this condition is almost impossible to accept. As you know, we are an alliance country. In addition to the old fox Mod Amon, there are also warlords of all sizes. If we give them this special right, other warlords are likely to follow suit. Then, won't our country, which we have worked so hard to build, be torn apart?"
Santos still sat there, silent.
The Chief of General Staff paused, looked at Santos' expression, and continued: "Once this happens, who should we collect taxes from? How many troops will obey our orders? We will become a puppet government in name only and will lose our due ruling power. Therefore, this proposal should not be accepted, especially in the current environment. Once this loophole is opened, the consequences will be disastrous!"
Santos held his chin, thought for a long time, and said, "Well, when we go back this afternoon, you must agree to their terms first."
"Chief General!" The Chief of General Staff was very surprised.
"Listen to me." Santos waved his hand, interrupting the Chief of Staff, and continued, "But there is one thing that is not negotiable. You replied to the other side like this. First of all, we can accept your conditions. However, the issue of independent sovereignty must be announced to the public after the war is over. It is absolutely not possible now. We must stabilize other troops first, so we must ensure the confidentiality of the negotiations. At the same time, some time ago, with the help of the Chinese District, we purchased 80 million worth of arms from Bana City, which are currently being stockpiled in our 72nd Brigade. I can give them to General Mod Amon as a gift for this negotiation, and tell the other party that this is our sincerity in the negotiation."
"yes… "
After listening to this, the Chief of General Staff thought for a long time, finally nodded and left the office.
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Half an hour later, at the Western Expedition Army Headquarters.
Zhao Weihu, Wang Dingyuan and Fei Pingsheng were sitting in the office, waiting for news.
After a while, the office door was pushed open, and an intelligence officer stepped in, saluted everyone, and then said: "Report, Santos has agreed."
Zhao Weihu was a little surprised: "Agreed?!"
Wang Dingyuan, who was sitting next to him, grinned and said, "Our little commander has finally come to his senses."
…
On an unknown island, the man with the plastic surgery face sat in a tent and took out two photos and handed them to Yuan Biao who was sitting opposite him. He also instructed: "The general attack will take place the day after tomorrow. These are photos of the main shooters and our internal supporters. Take a look and remember to burn them afterward."
Yuan Biao took the photo, glanced at it, and nodded slowly: "I see, you go ahead, I'll get ready."
"good."
The man with the plastic surgery face said nothing, stood up, lifted the door curtain and walked out.
“Ding ding!”
While Yuan Biao was looking at the photos, the laptop on the table next to him suddenly rang twice.
Yuan Biao walked over and opened his private social software, and found that it was a message from Xiao Yan. He quickly clicked it and saw a photo of her wearing sexy underwear and showing her thighs.
Yuan Biao was stunned at the time. He couldn't help but scratching his crotch. His fingers were trembling a little, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
“Ding ding!”
Xiaoyan sent another message: "Are you there?"
At this moment, a ripple suddenly appeared in Yuan Biao's dim heart.