"Well, you are right. Once the coalition forces gather, it will be when the Fez rebels and the Kingdom of Portugal are destroyed, and it will be when my Kingdom of Morocco returns to a first-class power, hahaha." Mohammed II smiled quite comfortably.

The people below also quickly followed him to death, which made Muhammad II laugh.

"Report, Your Majesty's major affairs are not good, and the emergency battle report is reported in the front." Just when the king and his ministers were happy, there were always some invisible soldiers coming over to destroy the good things.

Mohammed II smiled and said, "What kind of battle report is there ahead? Is our army victorious?"

The soldier shook his head dullly: "On the contrary, our army has been defeated continuously. Now the Fez rebel forces have come to the capital. Your Majesty quickly makes an idea and see whether to resist or escape."

After hearing the soldiers' reports, Mohammed II was completely stunned, but his mouth was so big that he couldn't say a word, and he sat on the throne in a daze without moving.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty?" The nobles and ministers below were frightened, and they shouted carefully.

"Bastard." Muhammad II came to his senses amid the noise: "What the hell is going on? Didn't you say that our war was going well a few days ago? Why are you now being beaten to the capital by the Fez rebels? Cough..."

As he spoke, it was difficult for Mohammed II to control his emotions. In the end, he coughed violently and was out of breath.

The ministers below dared not say anything more, and they all knelt on the ground and bowed their heads without saying a word.

"Tell me, how to solve it." Looking at the posture of these people, Mohammed II became even more angry. He raised his hand and grabbed several wine glasses and smashed them into the crowd.

Even if the person who was hit hurts, he can only admit his bad luck without saying a word. If he dares to scream now, it will not be as simple as being beaten, but being moved by the head.

The ministers didn't say anything, and the breath in Muhammad II was blocked. In addition, it was difficult to adapt from the great joy to the great sorrow. He was breathing heavily, and he didn't know why his eyes turned dark and he fell from the throne.

The nobles quickly ordered people to carry the king into the bedroom, and then the successor asked the doctor to treat the king.

After a long period of treatment, Muhammad II woke up from his coma. Perhaps because of this stimulation, his whole heart was extremely clear at this moment.

When he woke up, the imperial doctor around him had already reported the real situation on the battlefield truthfully. When he heard that the Fez people held a powerful killing weapon unique to the Kingdom of Portugal, Mohammed II felt nervous.

When he heard that the Fez people easily destroyed the solid castle of the Kingdom of Morocco with these killing weapons, Mohammed II knew that the situation was gone and he was powerless to turn the world back.

Even though Mohammed II was so arrogant, he had to bow his head and retreat in the face of such a cruel reality.

Soon, in a few breaths, Mohammed II had the idea of ​​surrendering and peace talks. No matter what, let’s stop the war first.

After this idea, Muhammad II immediately ordered people to call the nobles in.

Turning to look at the nobles, Mohammed II said weakly: "Send an envoy to negotiate peace immediately. No matter what the price you pay, the war must be over."

"Your Majesty, the coalition forces will come soon!" a nobleman said in a hurry.

After hearing this, Muhammad II was furious: "It's a question whether our capital can be saved now. Where can we wait for the coalition forces to rescue? No matter what, the capital must be saved. As for other situations, we will talk about it later."

In the heart of Muhammad II, the capital was the property left by his ancestors to him, and it was the foundation and guarantee of the rule of the Kingdom of Morocco. Therefore, no matter what, we must preserve the efforts of our ancestors and the foundation of the royal family.

After hearing this, the nobles and ministers nodded quickly: "Your Majesty said very much that the capital is the foundation of the country. If the capital is lost, it is probably not a good omen. Let's do this now, you can rest assured."

In the hearts of these ministers, as long as the country does not fight and the king is not angry, anything else can be done. So after pretending to refuse, they quickly agreed to the king's proposal, and then quickly selected representatives to meet with the Kingdom of Fez to discuss peace.

In the Lisbon royal palace, Tim was listing the bad habits of the country at this moment, and Warren Groot hurriedly ran in.

"Your Majesty, good news. The military operations of the Kingdom of Fez in North Africa have been very smooth. They have successfully reached the capital of the Kingdom of Morocco. The Kingdom of Morocco was forced to negotiate peace with the Kingdom of Fez under pressure. This result is really surprising." Warren Groot couldn't help but sigh when he said this.

Tim gave him a blank look: "What's the surprise? This war can win. I'm not surprised at all. After the loss of Tangier, the Kingdom of Morocco was seriously injured. There were sharp class and religious conflicts in its country. Its power was already consumed in internal struggles. In addition, it was a sharp lack of food in its country, and there were quite a few people who starved to death. Under such circumstances, how could it defeat the Kingdom of Fez, which is blessed with iron cannon weapons? By the way, what level has the matter been going on now?"

"The two sides entered the negotiation stage and finally reached an agreement. The land occupied by the Kingdom of Fez through military means will belong to the Kingdom of Fez from now on. The Kingdom of Morocco must compensate the Kingdom of Fez for a large amount of gold, sugar and salt. In the next three years, the Kingdom of Fez will not attack the Kingdom of Morocco again." Warren Groot reported to Tim excitedly: "The people of Fez have transported a large amount of spoils to Lisbon. In addition, these Fez people are also very eye-catching and expressed their willingness to share these lands with us. I wonder what His Majesty meant?"

Tim shook his head and said, "I'm afraid this land will not be easily obtained by the Kingdom of Fez. Believe me, if I'm not wrong, the Ottoman Turks and Tunisians will soon interfere with the Kingdom of Fez and force them to return their occupied territory to the Kingdom of Morocco."
Chapter completed!