"Wow!" Nian Gengyao listened to Li Xiao's instructions and opened the Pope's handcuffs himself.

"Sit!" Li Xiao pointed to the sofa next to him, and the speaker immediately translated his words into Italian.

The Pope was not polite and sat directly on the sofa, separated from Li Xiao by a large coffee table.

There are some fruits and two snacks placed on the coffee table.

This was originally prepared for Li Xiao. The Pope was not even a fool here and did not prepare food for him.

"Look at the tea!" Li Xiao waved his hand, and a guard brought the Pope a cup of tea.

The Pope was not very interested in tea, but he was very interested in the bananas on the table.

Pick up a banana, peel it open and bite it like a monkey.

Li Xiao didn't speak, just watched the Pope wolfing down the banana.

It's strange that he only eats bananas and doesn't move at all other fruits.

He didn't even take a sip of the tea, and he didn't even look at the pastries.

Could it be that he loves bananas?

After all, he is also the Pope of Christianity, so he shouldn't be so arrogant.

"This old bastard is afraid that we will poison him and kill him.

I really don’t know how this pope was chosen.

Could it be said that bananas cannot be poisoned?" Li Xiao said with a smile.

"It turns out that the Pope is so timid." Nian Gengyao looked at the Pope like a wolf and smiled evilly.

His smile was so scary that the helpless Pope put down the banana peel under Nian Gengyao's gaze.

However, there were too many bananas in his mouth, all piled up in his cheeks, and he looked no different from a large prairie dog.

Naturally, the tongue-tied person would not be so stupid as to translate Li Xiao’s words to the Pope!

Therefore, the Pope looked at the group of Ming people surrounding him in confusion.

"I heard that you asked someone to bring you a message to see me? Then I'm here. What do you want to tell me?" After Li Xiao finished speaking, he gestured to the tongue-taker.

The speaker immediately translated the words into Italian!

"Are you the Generalissimo?" After hearing what the gossip said, the Pope was obviously taken aback.

He did not expect that the Ming Marshal would be so young.

Looking at him like this, he must be less than forty years old.

The speaker translated the Pope's words to Li Xiao!

Li Xiao nodded, indicating that he was the general marshal of the Ming Dynasty.

"Your Majesty, Generalissimo, I didn't expect that we would meet under such circumstances." The Pope blushed a little.

He originally wanted to have an equal negotiation with Daming.

He even imagined that he proposed to meet in Mosina, and the time and place would be decided by Ming Dynasty.

The Pope also discussed with the captain of the Swiss Guard how the security should be arranged at that time so as not to lose the prestige of Christ the Pope.

But now it seems that this is just wishful thinking on his part.

Daming was not prepared to have an equal dialogue with him at all.

"Oh, I've thought about it a long time ago. So, I sent our Captain Nian to invite you over.

We are all soldiers, and our methods are a bit rough, so please be more patient."

Li Xiao's words once again caused a burst of laughter.

At this time, the Christian Emperor had no dignity at all, and the people of Ming Dynasty did not even give him basic respect.

The Pope was extremely angry, but there was nothing he could do.

Now, he is no different than a sheep among wolves.

"Okay, I want to talk to the Grand Marshal about the current war." The Pope composed himself.

After all, he is Christ the Pope, a man in his sixties. Although he has not experienced such a scene, he can be regarded as someone who has experienced storms.

In any case, there is still some foundation for this.

"Haha, the current war. Okay, how to talk, what you want to talk about, speak freely!" Li Xiao looked magnanimous and open-minded.

"Your Majesty, Generalissimo, the war has been going on for a year, and many people on both sides have died.

War is too cruel, and the Lord does not like to see such tragedies in the world.

God loves peace, and we want to bring equality, freedom and fraternity to the world instead of war."

The pope's tone was full of twists and turns. Although he sounded like a duck with a short tongue, his demeanor was still very dignified.

Li Xiao was furious when he saw the old guy bringing up the magic stick with a bit of flair.

Damn it, here comes my sermon!

"I'll correct you, you killed a lot of people.

Last year alone, we killed more than 683,000 coalition forces.

Moreover, there were more than 900,000 prisoners serving hard labor in the Ming Dynasty.

As for the war going on this year, last month alone we killed more than 197,000 coalition troops.

According to the current casualty rate of the coalition forces, you will not have any troops in two or three years.

Or maybe you don’t have many adult men in Europe.”

Li Xiao said proudly to the Pope.

People who are very good on the battlefield have the capital to make noise.

What cannot be obtained on the battlefield will not be easily obtained at the negotiation table.

This can also be said conversely, that is, what is obtained on the battlefield will not be easily lost at the negotiation table.

Li Xiao is like this now. His military victory makes him feel very confident when speaking.

Although the coalition forces still have an absolute advantage in terms of numbers.

However, under the attack of the Ming army, this absolutely superior coalition force could only hide in trench bunkers that were hot and humid and full of mosquitoes, flies, bedbugs.

As for the Ming army, they are in no hurry to advance the front line.

Push forward thirty or forty kilometers during the day, and retreat thirty or forty kilometers at night.

Pulled back and forth, the coalition forces were cut off one after another like leeks.

"Also, don't tell me what you preach.

Negotiation is about interests, don’t talk to me about equality, fraternity, and freedom!

We are all foxes of thousands of years, don’t talk to me about idle chatter.”

When Li Xiao saw the speaker finished translating, he added another sentence.

"Uh...!" The tongue-talker was a little helpless. How the hell do you ask me to translate it? The tongue-tonguer is most afraid of translating this kind of words.

Everyone in the Ming Dynasty can understand this, but for the Pope to understand it, it requires a very high level and the ability to react on the spot.

It took me a long time to translate in a hushed tone before the Pope finally understood what a thousand-year-old fox is and what a liao zhai is.

Li Xiao doesn't care about this. This is an unfair negotiation. As a strong person, you have to get something at the negotiation table that you can't get on the battlefield.

Isn't it to reduce the casualties of my soldiers that I'm going to bother talking to you?

Li Xiao’s words left the Pope speechless!

He knew that the situation on the battlefield was not good and that the coalition forces were very passive now.

But he didn't know that the losses of the coalition forces would be so great.

There are reasons why the coalition forces deliberately concealed casualties, and there are also reasons why the coalition forces did not carefully count casualties at all.

According to the statistics of the coalition forces, only those whose bodies are found and confirmed dead by their comrades are considered dead.

The remaining people are all listed as missing.

But the problem is that many coalition troops were annihilated in their organic form.

What about witnesses?

Therefore, there are many casualties here in the coalition forces, and they are all treated as missing.

This resulted in the casualty figures calculated by the coalition forces being very different from the actual figures.

"We have suffered so many casualties, so there must be some casualties among the general's men.

Although not as many as us, it is true that many people died." The Pope still wanted to stick to his point of view!

"Last month was the month when we killed almost 200,000 of you.
To be continued...