"A horse, a bag of grain, a tael of gold?! Hell, is he crazy? Greedy and shameful Akito, how dare he?!

In the camp of the Rus' Army, the supreme commander of the Southern Expedition, Marquis Eno Pulitzer Tchaikovsky, slapped his palm on the table in front of him, and roared like thunder. The face was already a little burgundy, and it was even more purple as if it was about to drip blood.

Joseph, who was standing below, bowed his head and looked strangely at the Marquis, who was walking up and down like a roaring beast, pursed his lips and swallowed back what he wanted to say.

The Marquis in a rage was terrible, and he was very worried that if he continued, he would probably be pulled down directly by the Marquis. This did not die at the hands of the enemy, but was executed because he came back to report the news and angered the Marquis, that would be too unjust.

But if you don't say it...... He hesitated, his face growing pale. The words of the shameful Oriental before he left were still in his ears, and he couldn't help but feel furious when he thought about it: If I don't get what I want, or if you don't reciprocate it truthfully, then I will strip each one of them naked, pluck out the hair of their whole body, and cut off the dingin and stuff it into their mouths......

The spirit shuddered, and Joseph felt like vomiting again. Just leave it to fate. Otherwise, if he doesn't repay the truth because of his cowardice, once that kind of thing really happens, the entire Rus' Legion and the Marquis will have no face left. And once this shame is transmitted back to Moscow, I am afraid that even if I escape temporarily, I will definitely be hunted down to death by the family of the Marquis, and it will be.

Thinking so, he sighed sadly. Then he closed his eyes, no longer looked at the marquis who was still roaring above, and suddenly raised it and said loudly: "Your Excellency the Honorable Marquis, the Oriental man said that this is just the price of the most ordinary soldiers." And in order to redeem Colonel Giryev, it is necessary to first complete the transaction of ordinary soldiers. He also said......"

Let's go, let's go, Joseph, who was out of the way, poured all the news in one go, regardless of it.

And of course, after saying that, the expected anger that had been waiting for a long time did not come. On the contrary, the surroundings seemed to be surprisingly quiet, what was going on? Could it be that the Marquis had changed his sex?

He opened his eyes suspiciously, but as soon as he opened them, he was met with a pair of blood-colored eyes, which were full of cruelty and hideousness, like a beast to choose a man to devour. And the owner of these eyes is none other than Lord Marquis Eno.

At this time, the Marquis's demeanor seemed to be a little strange, his face seemed to be smiling instead of smiling, and his complexion was no longer purple and purple, but full of green energy. Well, if there was no blood in the corners of his eyes and mouth, Joseph would even fantasize about whether the Marquis would invite him to lunch.

Alas, the blood in the corners of the eyes and the corners of the mouth...... , This is clearly a precursor to the Marquis's madness, Joseph suddenly reacted, and his fantasy disappeared in an instant.

Really......

"Die, die, die! I must kill him, I must kill him! Come, come, call me all the horses, crush them! Crush them!"

With a bang, the table that had been slapped countless times, finally failed to survive this time, and the marquis, who was completely mad, kicked it over, and then pulled out his sword and slashed indiscriminately, and commanded loudly.

Joseph trembled with fright, and tried to shrink himself back, if he was also a traverser, he would now have recited the incantation: You can't see me, you can't see me......

It's a pity, I'm afraid of something, and with the marquis's roar and shouting order, there are guards outside who loudly agree. In the room, the Marquis's gaze finally fell on Joseph.

The look was crazy and tyrannical, and for a moment, Joseph had the illusion that he was not facing a human at all, but an ancient beast.

"You, damn it, why are you still alive? Your shameful defeat has tarnished the glory of Moscow, the glory of the Great Majesty. You are all sinners, and you should all die to wash away this shame. But you didn't, and not only did you flee in shame, but you also brought the enemy humiliation to me. You, superior soldier, you should die!" he said, raising his sword sharply, and was about to stab him mercilessly.

"No, it's not fair!" cried Joseph, and ducked backwards, and in his panic he fell backwards.

At this moment, he couldn't help but despair. In the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but sigh deeply when he saw the marquis chasing after him again with a hideous face.

"That's enough!

At this critical moment of life and death, suddenly the curtain of the big tent was lifted, and a figure strode in. Immediately, the sound of a long sword coming out of its sheath sounded, and with a slight wave in front of him, a dazzling cold light was drawn, blocking the marquis's attack.

"Your Excellency Kampal!" Joseph blurted out in surprise as he saw the visitor with frightened and desperate eyes.

Kampal Ivanovich, the second commander of the Southern Expeditionary Army, the owner and controller of Tver, and the top count of Muscovy.

He is also said to be a friend of the recently deported Princess Sophia, as well as a teacher of His Royal Highness Vasily in prison. With this noble earl here, it seems that his little life can finally be saved.

Joseph burst into tears of excitement, turned over and got up, bowed respectfully, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Excellency Kampal, I ......"

"Kampal, you're going to stop me?!" cried the Marquis in a fit of rage, raising his sword and pointing at the incoming man.

Kampal gave him a cold look, then turned to look at Joseph, changed his face to a gentle face, and smiled: "Okay, private, you go down." You've done a great job, so we'll take care of the rest. Go, go, go, good boy. ”

Joseph was overjoyed, gave a deep bow again, and then slowly withdrew.

In the big tent, Kampal and Ino faced each other for tat, looking at each other coldly, their eyes invisibly clashing in the air, and there seemed to be a faint sound of gold and iron resonating.

"Your Excellency, you should not be angry with your army, and you, as an outstanding general, should know this. After a long time, Kampal first broke the silence and opened his mouth to speak slowly.

Marquis Eno looked at him coldly, and only after half a sound did he slowly withdraw his sword. With a snort, he turned around and walked to the front of his seat, kicked open the collapsed table, and sat down with a blushing face.

With this buffer, he had also calmed down at this time. And in front of this Count of Tver, he can't help himself to act arbitrarily. Otherwise, once this person makes a ghost out of it, he will definitely fall into himself and passivity.

Now because of the dispute over the heir of the Grand Duke, there has long been an undercurrent in the country, and all forces are using all their forces to play the game, once he is caught, it will inevitably affect the whole body, and he doesn't want to bury himself in it.

"Those greedy and arrogant Orientals, they insulted me, insulted the glory of Moscow. He said coldly. "I think we have to teach them a lesson, otherwise why go back and face the countrymen and explain to Your Majesty?"

"So, what about the soldiers? The lads have done their best, and they don't deserve to be abandoned. If you ruthlessly abandoned them just because of your anger, I don't know how you will explain it when you go back?"

Kampal retorted without hesitation. Then, a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, and he said: "What's more, don't forget, there is also Colonel Giryev, a dignified baron of the principality, a real nobleman." If something really happens to him, is your Excellency ready to accept the wrath of the Nikolai family? Could it be that Your Excellency is ready to provoke the entire aristocracy into infighting? Is that so?"

Marquis Ino suffocated, his face instantly turned iron-blue, and his fists on the armrests clenched tightly.

"Then, according to Your Excellency, we should ignore the glory of Moscow and submit humiliating to the blackmail of those Orientals? Who bears the responsibility for this loss of national identity? you, or me?" he asked coldly, holding his breath for a while.

Kampal suddenly smiled, picked up a chair from the side, and the old god sat down, then shook his head and said, "Your Excellency, I'm afraid it's not a misunderstanding." When did I say I was going to compromise? It's just that I think it should be done in a more thoughtful way, rather than rushing headlong into it. ”

"You!" Marquis Ino slammed his chest and glared at him angrily and gritted his teeth. After half a sound, he let out a long breath and said indifferently: "Oh, I don't know if Your Excellency Kampal will come out?"

Kampal smiled and shrugged, "I'm sorry, Your Excellency, but I'm just the second commander. You should know that I am a prosecutor, and it is not my duty to command the army in battle, and to achieve victory, it should be your responsibility, right?"

Ino was almost mad, glaring angrily at the shameful guy in front of him, and the corners of his previously cracked eyes were tearing again.

In that case, then what kind of mouth and fart are you putting on here? You are quick to buy people's hearts, but once it comes to business, your uncle shrinks shamefully, and completely irresponsibly comes to say that it is none of your business? Damn pigs! It's just too deceitful!

As if he knew what he was thinking, before he was about to break out, Kampal smiled mildly and said first: "You shouldn't blame me for talking too much, you should know, my duties as the so-called second commander and prosecutor are to pick up the gaps and advise." If you feel that something is wrong and don't say anything, then you are really derelict in your duty. Of course, I would like to apologize if this has caused you any discomfort. With that, he stood up and bowed politely to Ino.

Eno's hand on the chair couldn't help but tremble slightly, looking at the guy in front of him with a fake face, and he couldn't wait to punch him hard in that hateful face. It's just that this kind of thought can only be an idea after all, unless he wants to completely tear the faces of both sides.

He closed his eyes slightly, trying to suppress the anger in his chest, but his face was silent. And Kampal was not in a hurry, just bowed slightly, maintaining a polite posture. The slightly raised head was tilted towards him, although there was a smile on his face, and the disdain and mockery in the smile was no longer half hidden.

There was a sudden silence in the tent. After a long time, Ino slowly opened his eyes, looked straight at Kampal, nodded and raised his hand slightly, but he completely calmed down.

Kampal frowned slightly, straightened up and sat down again, when a bad premonition suddenly rose. And the next moment, the words that Ino spat out coldly finally verified this premonition.

"Then, Second Commander, Prosecutor, Your Excellency Count Tver, I, in my capacity as the First Commander of the Legion, order you to serve as the emissary of this negotiation with the Orientals, and I hope that you will live up to your mission, and receive our brave soldiers safe and sound, and ......"