Chapter 654 The Overall Situation Has Been Decided (the Whole Book Is Finished)

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Peter narrowed his eyes and his sharp eyes passed through the soldiers fighting in front of him, through the dust and mist. He could not help but smile.

This is the return of Yangku's army, and he is still holding Hashem's sword in his hand.

"Your leader is dead and won't surrender yet!"

Such shouts echoed on the battlefield, and the originally fierce fighting gradually subsided. The enemy soldiers looked at each other, and the weapons in their hands couldn't help but hang down. They looked in the direction of the flag flying, and saw Yangku riding on the war horse, holding Hashem's sword high, behind them was the mighty Romanian army.

"Put down your weapons, and the surrenderers will not kill them!" Yangku's voice was loud and majestic.

The morale of the enemy collapsed instantly, and the soldiers threw down their weapons and knelt down and begged for mercy. Peter breathed a sigh of relief, and the war that had lasted for several months was finally over.

But many people still insisted on resisting. It was almost dusk that the Arab army completely collapsed. The devout believers and some mercenaries fought to the end, and they were surrounded and unable to escape.

This battle caused Arab troops to suffer heavy damage. Generals and tribal leaders were either captured or killed in battle. Even Hashem was over. So what's the point of their resistance?

Some deserters ran back to Mecca. When they learned about the battlefield, the people inside knelt down to pray to the heavenly dynasty, begging Allah to bring down God to these pagans, but unfortunately it was useless.

After capturing the Arab army, the Romanian army immediately began to attack Mecca. The artillery bombed in turn, and Mecca, which was already weak in defense, seemed even more shaky.

Mecca's walls trembled in the artillery fire, and stones and dust kept peeling off the walls. The residents in the city were frightened, and the crying of women and children came one after another. The elders gathered in the mosque and anxiously discussed countermeasures.

"We must surrender," said an elder tremblingly, "or the whole city will be destroyed."

"No!" another elder retorted excitedly, "Mecca is a holy city, we cannot let it fall into the hands of pagans!"

Just as they were arguing, a shell hit the minaret of the mosque and the top of the tower collapsed. The elders lay on the ground in horror, dust filling the entire hall.

Outside the city, Peter and Yanku stood in front of the command tent, observing the situation in Mecca.

"If this continues, the entire city will be destroyed." said the person next to him.

Peter pondered for a moment, "Send orders and stop the shelling. Send people to the city to persuade them to surrender, telling them that as long as they surrender, we promise not to harm the civilians and respect their faith."

The subordinates immediately went to convey the order. Soon, the artillery fire stopped and an envoy walked towards the gate of Mecca with a white flag.

The elders in the city finally made up their minds when they saw the shelling stop and saw the Romanian messenger. They sent representatives to negotiate with the envoy and finally agreed to surrender.

The next day, Mecca's gate slowly opened. Peter led his army into the city, and the residents stood on both sides of the street, their eyes full of fear and anxiety.

Peter rode on the war horse and glanced over the crowds on both sides of the street. He could feel their fear and hostility, but he also saw a glimmer of hope mixed in it. He raised his hand and signaled the army to stop. Then, a translator who knew Arabic began to read the emperor's orders.

"The inhabitants of Mecca," Peter whispered in Arabic, "we are not here to destroy your homeland, but to end the war. From today on you will be protected by Romania. Your faith, your traditions , will be respected."

Whispers came from the crowd, and some people showed a look of suspicion, but many people breathed a sigh of relief. As long as you don't fight, you can do anything.

Peter came to the location of the Kamikaya, looked at the dark marble house, and lamented that he, an Orthodox, had entered their holy land, and things were really impermanent.

He wanted to hold a rally in front of the mosque. Faced with the gathering residents, the translation read out a series of policies:

"First, Mecca will have autonomy, and the daily affairs will be managed by the Presbyterian Church you elected yourself. Second, Kaaba and all religious places will be specially protected, and third, we will exempt Mecca from taxes for one year."

A burst of cheers rang out in the crowd. The other party continued: “We believe that through cooperation and understanding, the Romanian and Arab peoples can jointly create a prosperous and peaceful future.”

Peter stood on the platform, his eyes swept across the crowd. He saw the doubts in the eyes of some people, and also saw the hope in the faces of more people. He knew that these policies were just the beginning, and the real challenge was how to allow two completely different civilizations to coexist harmoniously.

An older elder stepped forward and bowed deeply to Peter, "Thank you for your kindness and wisdom. We believe this will have a peaceful and prosperous future."

After the rally, Peter visited the Kawara accompanied by the elders. Peter stood in front of the Black Rock, feeling the solemn atmosphere around him, his heart full of awe and incredibleness.

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"It's such a magical place," the general beside him whispered, "I can feel its power."

Peter nodded, "Yes, this is the power of faith. We need to remember that although our faith is different, the awe of divine arises."

In the days that followed, Peter was committed to strengthening Romania's rule in the Arabian Peninsula. They established a new administrative system and appointed local prestigious people to key positions. Meanwhile, Romania also helped improve local infrastructure and agricultural production. Jeddah was rebuilt and the construction of the local Romanian Avenue began.

Peter stood on the wall, looking at the bustling streets, and his heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment. He knew that this was just the beginning and there was still a long way to go in the future. He did what his predecessors had never done, but it was just the beginning. Next, we must ensure that this peace can continue so that future generations can live in a better world.

He continued to look at the horizon in the distance. There, the sun is slowly rising, heralding the beginning of a new day and symbolizing the new future he created.