Chapter 36
My Empire Chapter 36
2020-11-03
Chapter 36 36 PrairieChris is going to sit in Serris City and some people will have to travel far. A newly emerging country naturally has many diplomatic chores to deal with.
Stryd, who became Alanhill dukedom's foreign secretary, has now fully entered his role. He took the goods all the way north, and entered the steppe empire on the day the earthen fort became the land of Alanhill dukedom.
Now, he has come to the king's tent of the steppe empire. Among a group of warriors as strong as calves, he slowly walked into the great hall of the Khan of the steppe empire.
Although the world still calls the capital of the grassland empire the king's tent, in fact it has long since become a city, where the most powerful warriors in the grasslands live, and the most plump cattle and sheep in the grasslands are kept in captivity.
Actually, for a long time no envoys from the south came to negotiate with the king's tent of the Prairie Empire - after the Arrant Empire became the henchman of the Magic Empire, the Prairie Empire would no longer be able to harass the Arrant Empire in the south. .
They can only loot some things in Hanhai and Beijun, etc., and then return to their own grasslands - the barren grasslands have no magic concentrate to provide to the Holy Demon Emperor, so they They can only live in despair in the north.
The reason why the Arrant Empire did not go north to destroy the grassland empire is actually the same as the reason why the Holy Demon Emperor did not destroy the Arrant Empire: it was too poor to despise the barren land.
However, Chris doesn't think the grassland empire is useless. He feels that at least it can provide him with animal power and raw materials such as cotton. It is a good natural ally to form an alliance with!
So he sent Stryd in the hope that he could complete the covenant between Alanhill and the Prairie Empire, to form a strategic partnership between the two countries - Alanhill could use the Prairie Empire as a dumping ground for commodities, and the Prairie Empire would Raw materials can be exported to Alanhill in exchange for more living supplies.
It's definitely a win-win business, so Chris doesn't think the other side would reject such an alliance at all. Because Alanhill really holds too many necessities of life in the Prairie Empire.
Not to mention, in the past two months, the salt that Alanhill exported to the Prairie Empire made the Prairie Empire extremely dependent. Adding iron and other things, Alanhill has more economic intrusion and control over the Prairie Empire than at any time in history.
Nicholas Weiss leaned back in his chair and looked down at Stryd who walked in in front of him, as if he didn't seem to want to speak.
Beside him, a minister in a robe looked at Stryd and asked with a long voice, pretending to be majestic, "You, the envoy from the south, what exactly are you here for?"
"I'm here to make a covenant with the Prairie Empire." Stryd opened his mouth to introduce himself: "On behalf of Alanhill dukedom, convey the will of everlasting peace."
"We have always been at peace." On the other side, a general with a saber on his waist teased with a very disgusting opening.
The surrounding prairie empire generals all followed laughed heartily. They went south several times a year, and their main target was the northernmost Hanhai.
"I'm here on behalf of Archduke Alanhill Chris, and I'm here with great sincerity. If the Prairie Empire doesn't want to live peacefully with us, then I can leave immediately." Stryd contemptuously Looking at the generals of the grassland empire, he said coldly.
His words made many fierce generals look angry, but before they could speak to counterattack, the robe-clad minister on the other side took the lead and said: "We have always abided by the covenant, and peace is also ours. Desire... However, our treaty seems to be with Arrant, not Alanhill."
"Alanhill, the dukedom that the Arrant Emperor Your Majesty himself seceded..." Stryd argued with reason.
"In the treaty of the year, although our grassland empire was defeated, there are still hundreds of thousands of cavalry soldiers waiting for the battle. The six castles in the northeast were originally the hunting grounds that Arrant left us back then..." The minister showed off His own martial power, threatened Stryd.
To him, the wealthy Alanhill was a perfect target for looting. The other party has salt and cloth, iron and all kinds of other wonderful things. Snatching these things will greatly ease the poverty of the grassland empire.
Stryd smiled slightly and asked back: "Then, if one day, Alanhill goes hunting on the grassland, will your grassland empire welcome you?"
"Bold!" A The general wanted to get out of the line with the long knife, but was stopped by the minister with his eyes. Other generals who wanted to step forward saw the minister's face, and they all suppressed the urge to be violent.
I saw that the minister took two steps forward after stopping the general who came out, looked at Stryd and asked, "Actually, I really want to know, why do you dare... Cross the Arrant Empire and talk to us about the Covenant."
Stryd grinned when he heard that, and he looked at Nicholas Weiss, who was still sitting on the throne, and said The request said: "Since I want to see our strength, then I will first give the gift of our archduke to Your Majesty, and bring it up."
The minister frowned, then nodded, agreed to Stryd's request. Soon, two Alanhill soldiers came to Stryd's side carrying a not huge wooden box.
They opened the wooden box, revealing a long thing inside. None of the people present recognized this thing, but it has a big name in Alanhill: Mauser 98K!
As soon as he stretched out his hand, he took out the brand new Mauser 98K rifle from the box. Stryd unskilledly pulled the bolt, put a bullet into the chamber, and then aimed at the distance. pillar, casually pulled the trigger.
"Bah!" After a gunshot, all the guards and generals present were so frightened that they pulled out their waist knives and wanted to step forward to stop Stryd, who was holding a dangerous weapon.
However, Stryd put the weapon back in the box, and then looked at the generals of the Prairie Empire with contempt: "This is the Mauser rifle developed by Alanhill, the archduke asked me to To Your Majesty."
Stryd said, pointing to the Mauser 98K rifle in the box and saying, "If the Prairie Empire is willing to ally with us, then the iron will be fine, cloth and salt. And so on, we will supply enough and never skimp."
"If the steppe empire insists on going south and wants to fight with my Alanhill dukedom, then my Alanhill fifty thousand is equipped with this kind of equipment. Armed soldiers will welcome your warriors!" After saying this, Stryd waved his hand, and the two Alanhill soldiers put down the box, turned around and backed out, not even looking at the sharp-edged soldiers around them. A glance at the tip of the knife.
The mighty Nicholas Vis-Khan finally rose from his throne, his body as massive as a wall. He stepped on the fluffy wool rug and walked up to Stryd before he said, "You had a chance to kill me just now."
"If Your Majesty insists on fighting Alanhill, we in Alanhill are better than me. There are too many soldiers who can shoot accurately." Stryd countered by staring at the other party's eyes, holding back half a step.
Weiss Khan bent over himself, took the rifle out of the box, and handed it to Stryd: "Again, I was too far away and couldn't see clearly."
Taking the rifle from Khan's hand, Stryd pulled the bolt, reloaded a new round, and handed it back to Nicholas Weiss Khan.
The burly and unusually burly Nicholas Weiss took the rifle, heard Stryd's brief explanation, then took up the rifle and took a shooting posture, aiming at the station with the dark muzzle. Stryd in place: "Pull this thing called the trigger and you're dead?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, if you pull this trigger, I'm dead." Stryd nods. He felt a very dangerous aura, it was a shivering aura that the ruler exuded for a long time.
Nicholas Weiss succeeded to the throne when he was seven years old and became a great khan. In more than 20 years, he built the entire grassland empire into the strongest grassland empire in history. It's very ruthless and fighting.
Now, he has murderous intentions, so the shivering imposing manner he exudes is really dense and hard to breathe.
"Bah!" Weiss pulled the trigger, not aiming at Stryd. He hit the general who had been shouting to loot south with one shot, and the bullet with no difficulty pierced through the armor that the general was wearing, leaving a small hole in it that was far less traumatic than a bow and arrow.
However, the general was much worse than being shot by a bow and arrow. He stared wide-eyed to cover the wound on his chest, but found himself strong enough that he didn't even have an arm. The power is lifted.
He struggled to stay where he was, but staggered backwards. It wasn't until he lay on the ground, with blood soaking his back, that he realized how powerful the things in Great Khan's hands were.
"Uh..." He wanted to speak, but he made a dull hum and closed his eyes forever. And around him, the group of generals who didn't dare to move again, watched the corpse on the ground and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then stabilized their minds.
"The decision has been made! Prairie and Alanhill...peace!" Nicholas Weiss lowered the muzzle and pulled the bolt again, as skilled as a gunslinger who has been trained for a long time: "This stuff is good! I love it!"
(end of chapter)