Chapter 587: Chapter 365: Victory Parade_2

The Siamese National Flag on all government buildings in Manchester was lowered, and the Chan Country military flag was hoisted, fluttering in the wind.

The Siam Grand Palace and the Parliament Building were both adorned with new slogans “Jieke Group is invincible,” and the television station was broadcasting the parade ceremoniously entering the city. The high-rise buildings lowered their colorful flags, fireworks exploded in the sky, and giant advertising screens displayed life-size images of Su Jie.

The entire city was bustling yet sorrowful, the bustle belonged to the Jieke Group, and the sorrow came from those Siamese people who wept for their country’s defeat.

A convoy slowly approached from behind the military formations, with Su Jie seated in the rear of a convertible, alongside Baiya, the new King of Siam.

In the vehicles behind them, there were negotiation representatives from Zhenla, Lancang, and the An Nan Three Countries.

Su Jie’s eyes were sharp as his gaze swept over the neatly arranged troops waiting for inspection. Standing up in the convertible, he raised his right hand, “Victory.”

“Must win!”

“Must win!”

“Must win!”

The sound of roaring cheers came through, the representatives from several Southeast Asian countries turned pale, startled by this finely-tuned and imposing army of victory. The solemnity and majesty sent chills down their spines.

This army before them had indeed been unbeatable throughout Southeast Asia, and the conquest of small countries could indeed be done in the blink of an eye.

“The military force of the Jieke Group is truly irresistible, an awe-inspiring sight, worthy of being the force that even the Beautiful Country steps aside for.”

Baiya, with a sycophantic smile plastered on his face, did not mind praising the very army that had caused catastrophic casualties to the Siamese Army.

The convoy slowly progressed to the front of the Siam Grand Palace, the former residence of the Royal Family, which was the location for the war negotiations.

A red carpet was laid out in front of the Imperial Palace, flanked by towering Spider Mecha with raised main guns and exposed machine guns, forming a Mecha honor guard.

Representatives from Zhenla, An Nan, and Lancang walked past the ranks of Mecha, their arms covered in goosebumps, legs weak with fear.

“Let’s take a photo together.”

In front of the Grand Palace’s gate, Su Jie stood firmly, with Liu Yingying on his left and Baiya on his right, and the representatives from the three countries beside him.

Nearby, a large number of domestic and international media reporters waited, each of them lifting their cameras to capture the scene.

“Salute!”

The Spider Mecha honor guard suddenly sprang into action, each raising a metallic leg in a salute.

From a distance, additional Spider Mecha fired salutes, exactly 51 shots, symbolizing that Jieke Group had conquered Siam, Zhenla, Lancang, and An Nan had surrendered and sought peace within 51 days.

The sudden activity made the delegates from various countries let out screams of alarm, their steps retreating unconsciously, revealing their disgrace.

Once they recovered, shame colored their faces, having lost face to the demonstration of power by the Jieke Group.

From the Beautiful Country, the journalist Du Jia Sayifei, looking through the camera lens at the boastful and frenzied Su Jie, had already thought of the headline for the next day’s news: “The Bragging Emperor, the Ravaged Angel City, Southeast Asia Subdued by Fierce Might.”

Entering the Grand Palace, Baiya confidently led the way, momentarily turning tour guide, offering everyone a quick tour.

This was his home, but stepping inside, he voluntarily stayed half a step behind Su Jie.

Because here, in this country, Su Jie was the true master.

After the tour concluded, the five countries of Southeast Asia, Chan Country, Siam, Zhenla, Lancang, and An Nan officially began negotiations regarding the war.

Liu Yingying, representing Chan Country, first laid out their demands, stating righteously, “Considering the military casualties and economic losses brought to our country by this war, we demand Siam, Zhenla, An Nan, and Lancang, to declare unconditional surrender, and then to compensate us 12.831 trillion US Dollars in war reparations, to be paid off over 25 years, with tariffs, railways, and mines as collateral until the debt is settled.”

Siam, Zhenla, Lancang, and An Nan must cede the following territories and their islands to our country, and open the following cities for visa-free entry and as ports for trade.

Our country’s merchant ships and warships can freely navigate the internal waters such as the Mekong River, the Mekong River, the Red River, and canals.

The following locations are to be opened for our military bases, including 8 army bases, 3 naval bases, and 4 air force bases, with the required military expenses to be prepared and borne by the local side.

Meanwhile, Siam, An Nan, Zhenla, and Lancang need to open up their domestic economic restrictions to our country; we can freely operate all kinds of commercial projects, including industries such as energy, transportation, communications, finance, and military manufacturing.

Our country enjoys privileged treatment as the sovereign nation, receiving preferential treatment in trade, navigation, tariffs, and import-export within the four countries.

Within the territories of the four countries, our country possesses extraterritorial jurisdiction and the right to conduct judicial investigations, and our licensed military and police can enforce law across borders.

In the airspace and commercial flight routes of the four countries, our country…

Liu Yingying listed a plethora of terms, and as she spoke, the faces of the negotiators in attendance darkened.

Compared to the last negotiation at the United Nations Security Council, Liu Yingying’s demands had drastically increased; such a lion’s mouth opening was intolerable to the negotiating representatives present, all seething with rage, except for Baiya.

“I agree.”

No sooner had Liu Yingying finished speaking than Baiya immediately began clapping, nodding his head in agreement and approval.

“Miss Liu is both beautiful and kind-hearted. As a defeated country, the fact that we can still secure such generous treatment is something for which we are deeply grateful and to which we can hardly repay the kindness,” Baiya said with a face full of gratitude, nauseating the other negotiating representatives present.

We know you’re Jieke Group’s puppet, but do you have to be so excessively obsequious? Where does that leave the rest of us?

The representative from An Nan looked very dissatisfied and immediately spoke up, “Miss Liu, we cannot agree to such an unequal treaty. Our country, An Nan, has not yet been defeated, and it’s utterly impossible for you to collar us.”

As soon as the An Nan representative spoke up, the representatives from Zhenla and Lancang were about to speak, but at that moment, they caught Su Jie’s cold gaze and instantly shuddered.

Now, with their entire territory occupied, they had absolutely no bargaining power. Moreover, they understood Su Jie’s character; expressing opposition at this point might invite unpredictable retaliation from Jieke Group.

It’s no big deal, right? Just ceding territories, paying indemnities, and signing a series of unequal treaties?

If they didn’t agree now, their countries might be annexed.

Of course, the representatives from both countries were well aware that their impoverished and sparsely populated land was probably not very appealing to Jieke Group.

Su Jie’s gaze turned towards the outspoken representative from An Nan, his tone calm as he said, “So, An Nan wants to continue the war.”

“Ah! Of course not, our sincerity in stopping the war is significant, but shouldn’t the Jieke Group also show some sincerity?”

The representative from An Nan broke into cold sweat on his forehead. Of course, they did not want to continue fighting with Jieke Group; otherwise, why would they eagerly come to negotiate peace but worry about not being able to withstand Jieke Group’s mighty forces?

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“If you lose a war, there’s a price to pay; it’s a simple principle. If you are unwilling to sign on this treaty, then our army’s machine guns will do the talking until you do sign,” Su Jie said coldly, then gave Liu Yingying the following order: “Command the parade troops to immediately set off to the front line, cooperate with the troops on the border of An Nan to commence battle, and mobilize the armies of Siam, Zhenla, and Lancang to jointly invade An Nan.”

Su Jie’s tough stance terrified the representative from An Nan, who couldn’t believe Su Jie could be so unbending. Typically, such negotiations required back-and-forth haggling, but Su Jie was not playing by the rules.

Yet the current terms before him, he indeed could not sign them, because the higher-ups back home would never agree.

As for Su Jie, he was indifferent; if they did not agree, then the fight would continue until they did.

Seeing this turn of events, the representatives from Zhenla and Lancang all shrank back, glad for their earlier tact. With Su Jie’s dominance, if they had spoken out just moments ago, they might have faced another bloody purge of their lands.