Chapter 119
My Empire Chapter 119
2020-11-03
Chapter 119 119 Weak countries have no diplomacy"Huh!" Shaking his head, he sighed with regret: "I knew that this task can't be accomplished just by simply explaining it."
With a backhand "clang", he pulled out the long belt from his waist. Sword, his expression was calm and calm: "If you want to blame, you are too weak, mortals... move cleanly, don't stain the Alanhill king flag that you brought!"
"Fireball Technique !" A Dragon Knight behind him threw a backhand, and a huge Fireball enveloped the besieged guards of the Arrant Empire in flames. The slightly dim palace suddenly became brighter, illuminating everyone's turbid eyes.
"Magic Flame Sword!" A sharp fire swept across, and another army soldier fell in a pool of blood, their bodies were charred black, and their death attire was miserable, scaring the surrounding ministers to retreat frequently .
A soldier of the Arrant Empire slashed a Dragon Knight's armor with a sword from behind, and the Dragon Knight slowly turned his head back, watching the sneak attack himself as unharmed as the Demon King. The opponent, with a sneer, drew his long sword from the corpse of an Arrant Imperial soldier.
He turned around, twisted his neck, and grabbed the opponent's collar: "I can't even break the magic defense on my armor, I'm so weak and pitiful. May you be born again, You can bathe in the glory of magic, rest in peace!"
After he finished speaking, his long sword passed through the chest of the army soldier of the Arrant imperial guard, and cut him open like a cheese. The armor pierced out from behind the opponent. Then, he threw away the corpse and looked towards the Arrant Imperial Guards, who were too many to take a step forward.
"oh la la, oh la la." With the sound of the armor colliding with each other, the Great Knight raised his head step by step and stepped up the steps engraved with gorgeous patterns. At his feet were the fallen corpse, the twisted armor, and the warm blood that was flowing and spreading along the pattern.
Every time he went up a step, the ministers of the Arrant Empire who were surrounded by all kinds of vegetarian meals would subconsciously step back half a step. These timid superiors, in the face of absolute When it comes to strength, the weak are like quails.
"You..." Under the steps, Prime Minister Clark, who should have stood up the most, finally stood up. He pointed at the Great Knight of the Holy Demon Emperor Kingdom on the steps with trembling hands, and said angrily. : "We Arrant have never done anything wrong to the Holy Demon Emperor, how can you..."
"He ordered it just now, right? It's a pity, kill it." Stopped at the end On the Level 1 steps, I glanced at Clark, the Great Knight coldly instructed.
His tone barely fell, and two Dragon Knights bullied him with a long sword, resulting in Clark's life. The Prime Minister of the Empire, who was once unattainable, is now dead without even the courage to struggle.
Seeing the head of Prime Minister Clark wearing a gorgeous robe, the Great Knight withdrew his gaze, raised his feet to the last Level 1 steps, and stood in front of Arrant Hooker.
"I abdicate... I abdicate..." Hook, who stumbled a bit because of the obstruction of the throne, said nervously with a crying voice. Although the country left by his ancestors is valuable, his own life seems to be more important. Hu Ke knew that if he didn't obey, he would really die here today.
Unfortunately, what he didn't expect was that the Great Knight standing in front of him didn't want to give him another chance. I just heard the other party sneer and said, "It's too late, I gave you a chance..."
After finishing speaking, under the horrified eyes of the guards who were densely packed, the Great Knight grew a little longer. The sword pinned King Hook to the throne, then turned around and looked towards everyone in the great hall: "Go and hang the king's flag of Alanhill, and if anyone dares to stop it, feed it to the dragon!"
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"Uh...that's how you pay?" Chris didn't know whether to cry or laugh when Bakarov mentioned the "payment" he brought. looked towards Dez, a confidant on the side. They originally thought that the Holy Demon Emperor would bleed once because of this, but they didn't expect people to be embarrassed this time.
Have you ever seen such a purchase? After a meal in the restaurant, he reached out and grabbed the passerby sitting beside him, stabbed him to death with a knife, and then pointed to the body and said to the waiter, "Pay the bill, the wallet is in his pocket!"
This is a complete robber! Even if Chris's mind is full of civilization from Earth, he has never seen such shameless power politics - even when Britain and France ceded the Sudetenland, they didn't say they gave away Czechoslovakia for nothing...
After being shocked, Chris even had an envious mentality. He looked at Bakarov and felt that this was the real charm of an old-fashioned empire: what is power politics, this is power politics!
"Weak countries have no diplomacy." Chris looked towards the ministers around him with a wry smile, and said, "Since the other party has already paid, let's see how much they have to pay. ."
"You! Chris Your Majesty! Please don't be so greedy! A whole Arrant empire, isn't it enough?" Leaning forward, he asked.
"Of course it's not enough, the Arrant Empire is already the fat in my mouth. You push it into my mouth, it's just a little effort, do you want me to treat it as a favor?" Chris was surprised The expression looked at Bakarov, as if it was difficult to understand the logic of the other party.
"Okay! The Holy Demon Emperor has decided to issue another 10,000 Knowledge Magic Balls!" Bakarov suppressed the anger in his heart and offered another price.
He thinks he's gotten better every day since he's been dealing with Alanhill. Where had he spoken to people in such a low voice before? When I meet such a mortal, I chop it up and feed the dragon.
"50,000!" Chris extended the hand and said to Bakarov to bargain.
"You don't bully intolerably!" Bakarov glared, staring at Chris as if he was about to explode at any moment.
"You can buy less if you think it's too expensive." Dez cruelly added a Blade Dao at this time.
Bakarov felt that if he continued to chat with the other party, he might be hurt by his anger, he calmed down his mood, and after a while, he continued: "20,000 magic balls of knowledge! This is the limit we can give!"
Sometimes Chris thinks that this world's bargaining is a waste of time, you say one and I say five, you say two and I say four, In the end, everyone felt that three was a good number, and it was a sincere middle value...
Last time, he seemed to negotiate with Bakarov like this, and this time it seems to be the same - think about it There is really a kind of cycle taste. So Chris laughed, ready to break this vicious circle.
"Fifty thousand! I want 50,000!" Chris played the card with a nasty and disturbing routine, and Bakarov over there felt like he couldn't play - not a good idea Did everyone compromise with each other and settle to a pleasant value of 3? Why did you suddenly change your routine?
"30,000! I can only give you 20,000 at most!" Bakarov, who felt that life was boring for a while, still insisted on his own routine and refused to come out easily.
However, his insistence still did not bring the other party's sympathy. Since Chris has made up his mind not to continue playing cards according to the routine, naturally he will not agree to the number of 30,000, so he continued: "6 10,000! I think the Holy Demon Emperor must give this number!"
Hearing Chris suddenly talking more and more, Bakarov stared wide-eyed towards the other party in surprise, and then gave a big hand. He slapped hard on the table and stood up abruptly: "Alanhill Emperor Your Majesty! I'm not kidding you! We're discussing cooperation! Cooperation!"
"I suddenly felt that a A rifle requires 3 Knowledge Magic Balls, and now a machine gun costs 30, right?" Chris calculated it carefully, as if he was calculating the total cost of the arms.
"I gave you the entire Arrant Empire back!" Bakarov felt like he was about to explode, and if his divine ability was enough to kill, he had already beaten Chris into a sieve.
"Look, look, what are you excited about? I'm not counting... You want so much mechanical equipment, I didn't even ask you for money..." Chris sighed. He said with a smirk.
He already has tanks and planes, so naturally he doesn't take weapons such as machine guns and rifles seriously. Today's Alanhill has embarked on the road of full-scale industrialization. Looking at the surrounding countries, even the most progressive Holy Demon Emperor, is similar to the United States when it looked at the Republic of China.
Without a complete industrial reserve, without a complete accumulation of industrial technology, and simply arming your troops with foreign guns and cannons, it is just like the Qing Dynasty back then, it is nothing more than an alien version It is nothing more than the Westernization Movement, and there is no essential threat at all.
Thinking of this, Chris looked at each other, pressed his hand down and said, "At worst, I'll give you another 10,000 second-hand rifles. Although the accuracy is a little worse, it's still good enough to use. You can."
"I think you are simply embarrassing me now! You are not talking about a cooperative attitude!" Bakarov said with anger, gasping for breath.
"No way, weak countries have no diplomacy." Chris shook the head, and whispered regretfully.
"puchi..." Dez, who was sitting beside him drinking water, heard this muttering in a low voice, and couldn't hold back, spraying the water all over the table at once.
He put down the water glass in embarrassment, looked at Bakarov with a pale face, and said apologetically, "Sorry..."
(End of this chapter)
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