Chapter 38 Breaking the Deadlock [2]

Some people are happy and some are worried, and there is no falsehood. When Emperor Nicholas I was stubborn and insisted that he must launch a two-line battlefield, he was doomed to a cup. No one can be invincible on the two-line battlefield, no. How can people's wisdom and perseverance surpass this era?

Of course, it's not that there is no one beyond the times, Tiger. House is such a guy.

A Norman army wandering on the northwest border of the Slavic Empire makes people restless. The news from the northwestern and northern provinces will obviously not make Nicholas I feel how beautiful the world will be. This road, if you come to the end, is just like that.

"Woo-hoo..." Although the weather is not cold, it runs very fast during the day, which also makes people feel bloated and hot. More than a dozen thousand captains under Gareth are extremely tired. This thing does have a sense of achievement in harassing the Slavs, but in any case, it is possible to suppress the Phillanders. The existence of resistance is the right way.

After the slaves are liberated, they will definitely repay their hatred, so things become extremely simple.

Slaves who have been promoted to great status are obviously more obedient than expected. Of course, it refers to being a lackey for the Normans, and many slaves are Vikings, so it is easier to win favor. After all, most of the Baltic Fleet are Vikings. Although, the Northern Kingdom has now been destroyed.

"The Slavic barbarians seem to have encountered some big trouble."

"What else can be done? It is estimated that there should be a war in the Simsk region at this time. As long as we win, they will have to divide their troops. However, I believe that we will win in the Simsk region.

"Have we ever lost?"

"That's right."

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Negotiation is a last resort. It is better to bow to the Normans than to the Roma. After all, to some extent, Nicholas I's ** is in the central plains, not in the west, and there are so many disobedient Western Slavs.

"General, can't we have a friendly discussion?" Wearing the count's red robe, wearing a silver crown and hat, the collar on the neck is naturally mink, and the cloak on the back is inlaid with gold coins. It is naturally wrong to use it magnificently on people, but the Norman soldiers still think that the Slavic count has such a temperament.

There are many upstarts in the Slavic Empire, which is naturally much worse than the Roman Empire. It's hard to believe that the times have come to this point. The arrogance of the Slavs is limited to their former martial arts and arrogance towards the surrounding small countries.

After flicking the dust on his body, it seemed to disdain the momentum of the Normans. He half-closed his eyes and walked arrogantly, while Sugaka stood in front, his eyes were calm, and his heart was disdainful: Is it this kind of incompetent fat pig again? I really can't figure it out. Nicholas I knew that things had reached an extremely bad point, so why did he guard such a mess?

However, there is no reason for Sugakane to think too much about this kind of problem. For him, it is enough to do what he is doing now. This guy who claims to be a poisonous snake is obviously much lower-key than the motor command, but in terms of the degree of danger, Sugakane is definitely among the top twelve commanders.

Similar to Totti and Gonilla, one is good at skills and the other is good at strength. The same is true of the performance on the battlefield, which makes many people know them very well, but for Sugakane, it seems that the best intelligence engineer will intentionally or unintentionally let his intelligence collection. This guy is really too low-key.

"Count Gorbachev, you seem to have forgotten one thing. Just the day before yesterday, we were still fighting. Of course, the result is not satisfactory to you. Our heroic soldiers have proved to you that the Slavic Empire is not the only one with warriors in this world."

Sugaka's tone almost choked Gorbachev, the messenger. In the Slavic Empire, if that bastard dared to talk to him like this, he would be very miserable. However, now it seems that even if he is a count, he can't disturb some kind of external environment that His Majesty needs.

When the loss of the western region has become a foreground, then we can only try to save some decent things. It is necessary to stabilize the domestic situation with this kind of decentness. Nicholas I did not hesitate to block the news of defeat and tried his best to treat Tugenevsky's defeat as a small friction at the border.

If the number of 20,000 people disappears, and the emperor ignores it, I have to say that Nicholas I is better competent to be an ostrich than the emperor.

He had a black face, but soon turned into a smiling face. Count Gorbachev was obviously deeply prepared for this situation and was very full.

"Well, I believe there must be a misunderstanding between the two countries. After all, Tiger. His Majesty House has become king, and the Duchy of Norman has also become the Norman Kingdom. I have to say that this is a very pleasant thing. Therefore, to express my apologies and respect, I have prepared some generous gifts for you. With a smile, Count Gorbachev clapped his hands. The big count at this level was much better than the little count of a small country like the Count of Lake Chud.

The applause sounded, and the purling wheels sounded. Then several carriages slowly pulled over, but how could the Norman camp enter? They waved the handle of the knife powerfully, and several centurioners held machetes in their hands, stared at the people who were pushing the car fiercely and roared, "Stop! Otherwise, let's kill!"

The centurion of the Normans are all extremely fierce characters. Although his strength is not as exaggerated as that of Gonilla, he is absolutely first-class fierce. The combat achievements can be accumulated to the centurion, so the enemies killed by that guy are at least four digits. How horrible this number is!

"Hahahaha... General, your soldiers seem to be too nervous. These are just some small greeting gifts, and the people who deliver the goods are all ordinary people in the imperial city of Morsk. For the empire, it is just a group of dispensable serfs. They have not even taken knives. How can it be? Is there a threat?"

Count Gorbachev's words made Sugakane frown slightly. Obviously, although this kind of old politician is fat, he plays tricks one after another, which is disgusting.

Sugakane smiled gloomyly and whispered, "We Normans can get to such a point, that is, unity and extremely cruelty to the enemy. As long as there is no confirmed human kindness, then we usually speak with butcher knives, and, Very, very resolute."

Looking at this so-called viper bastard, Sugakane's image is obviously very bad. The corners of Count Gorbachev's mouth twitched, and he could only curl his lips and laugh at himself without a trace. Then he said, "Okay, okay, in order to show respect and sincerity, I can open the carriage directly outside the barracks."

"No need! In my sight of Sugaka, no danger can escape. We Normans are never afraid of death and danger, but we don't want to die without any value. You know, every soldier among us is extremely excited about harvesting the enemy's head.

He turned the wrench on his finger, which was only used when Sugakane shot arrows. His eyes floated and motioned to a few centurions. The enemy at the gate of the barracks immediately let those pale-faced people in.

There are nine big cars. These cars are extremely heavy. The left and right soldiers helped to get them down, clicked and opened the box. A large piece of gold is white, real gold and silver, which is so scary.

Sugakane looked slightly. It's not that he hasn't seen so much money. You know, Tiger. House once piled up a lot of gold coins in the hall, making people say to everyone, "Gentlemen, one day, there will be so much money in your warehouse!"

This is the real situation, so when Count Gorbachev saw that Sugakane was just slightly stunned, he was shocked and really didn't know how to express it. He even felt that Normans were born murderers who only knew war and killing? This is an extreme butcher! Even if it is a butcher, I'm afraid he will be ashamed to see these Normans.

The most exaggerated thing is that the soldiers around them, although their eyes flashed with envy and greedy eyes, their bodies did not move at all. Although occasionally someone's eyes turned, their straight body stood there, which formed a strong contrast with the pearly spirit. At this moment, the back of Count Gorbachev's neck slipped. With a drop of cold sweat, he could feel the cold sweat sliding on his back. Yes, it's terrible.

If it's just one person, it's not terrible, but what he sees seems to be hundreds of thousands of such terrible people. These people are more terrible than the purest warriors of the Slavic Empire. These people are real soldiers.

How could Gorbachev know that in the land of the Normans, there is a kind of person called a professional soldier. These people are Tiger. The pride of King House I is also the glory of the whole country. No one can hesitate for honor. No one will flinch. It seems that the people in the huge Slavic Empire are not clear about this.

Professional soldiers, their purpose is war. Only with war can they reflect their value. Maybe one day they will die, but at least, they don't want to die at home like this.

"Your Excellency, your generous gift is really surprising, but you may not know one of the Norman's rules, that is, when the officer gets a trophy, he will definitely divide this trophy into many parts. Half of it is given to the state, and half of it is left, a quarter of which is the welfare of officers, and the remaining three-quarters are subsidies for soldiers.

Sugakane stood up and ignored Count Gorbachev's stunnedness. He walked over slowly, copied the gold coins, then smiled and said, "Thank you, Count, for your gift."