Chris is going to be in the city of Seris, and some people are going to have to travel far away. As a newly rising country, there are naturally many diplomatic chores to deal with.

Stereed, who became the Foreign Minister of the Duchy of Irlanhill, has now fully stepped into his role. He took his goods all the way north, and entered the Steppe Empire on the very day that the earthen fort became the territory of the Duchy of Irlanhill.

Now, he has come to the royal tent of the steppe empire, and in the middle of a group of warriors as strong as calves, he slowly walked into the palace of the khan of the steppe empire.

Although the world still calls the capital of the Steppe Empire the King's Tent, in fact, it has long become a city, inhabited by the strongest warriors of the grassland, and the fattest cattle and sheep in the grassland.

In fact, it has not been a long time since an envoy from the south has come to the royal tent of the Prairie Empire to negotiate - after the Arrant Empire became the dog leg of the Magic Empire, the Prairie Empire no longer has the ability to harass the Arrant Empire in the south.

They could only loot some things in places like Hanhai and Beijun, and then return north to their own grasslands - the barren grasslands had no magic essence to provide to the Holy Demon Empire, so they could only live in the north.

The reason why the Arrant Empire did not go north to destroy the Prairie Empire is actually the same as the reason why the Holy Demon Empire did not destroy the Arrant Empire: because it was too poor to look down on that barren land.

However, Chris doesn't feel that the Steppe Empire is useless, he thinks that at least this place can provide him with animal power, as well as raw materials such as cotton, and is a good natural ally to form an alliance with!

So he sent Steed in the hope that he could fulfill the alliance between Irlanhill and the Steppe Empire and form a strategic partnership between the two countries - Iran Hill could use the Steppe Empire as a dumping ground for goods, and the Steppe Empire could export raw materials to Iran Hill in exchange for more living supplies.

It's definitely a win-win business, so Chris doesn't think the other side will turn down such an alliance at all. Because Iran Hill really holds too many necessities of life in the Prairie Empire.

Not to mention, in just these two months, the salt exported by Elanhill to the Grassland Empire has made the Grassland Empire extremely dependent. Counting iron tools and other things, Iran Hill has invaded and controlled the Prairie Empire more economically than at any time in history.

Nicholas Weiss leaned back in his chair and looked down at Stred as he walked in front of him, as if he didn't want to speak.

Beside him, a minister in a robe looked at Steed, and asked in a long voice pretending to be majestic, "You, the envoy from the south, what are you here for?" ”

"I'm here to make an alliance with the Prairie Empire." Steed opened his mouth to introduce himself: "On behalf of the Duchy of Irlanhill, to convey the will of eternal peace." ”

"We have always been at peace." On the other side, a military general with a saber at his waist teased in a very disgusting opening.

The surrounding generals of the Grassland Empire all laughed along, they had to go south several times a year, and the main target of attack was the northernmost Hanhai.

"I have come here on behalf of Archduke Iran Hill Chris, and with great sincerity. If the Steppe Empire is not willing to live peacefully with us, then I can leave immediately. Stred looked at the generals of the Prairie Empire with contempt and said in a cold voice.

His words made many fierce generals angry, but before they could open their mouths to fight back, the minister in the robe on the other side was the first to speak: "We have always kept the covenant, and peace is what we desire...... However, our treaty seems to have been with the Arant, not with Alan Hill. ”

"Ellan Hill is a duchy that His Majesty the Emperor of the Arrant Empire has personally divided......" Stred said.

"In the treaty of that year, although our steppe empire was defeated, there were still hundreds of thousands of cavalry waiting for it. The six castles in the northeast were originally the hunting grounds left to us by the Arantes......" the minister flaunted his force and threatened Stred.

In his opinion, the wealthy Iran Hill is simply the best target for plunder. They had salt and cloth, iron and all sorts of other wonderful things. Grabbing these things will greatly alleviate the poverty of the Steppe Empire.

Stred smiled slightly, and asked rhetorically, "So, if one day, Iran Hill comes to the steppe to hunt, and your steppe empire will welcome it?" ”

"Bold!" A military general pressed his long knife and tried to get out of the ranks, but was stopped by the minister with his eyes. The other generals who wanted to step forward saw the minister's face, and they all suppressed the urge to burst out.

I saw that after the minister stopped the general who came out, he took two steps forward, looked at Stred and asked, "Actually, I really want to know, why do you ...... Dare to cross the Arrant Empire and talk to us about the Covenant. ”

Hearing what the other party said, Steed grinned, he looked at Nicholas Weiss, who was still sitting on the throne, and asked, "Since you want to see our strength, then I will first give us the gift that our Grand Duke has given to His Majesty." ”

The minister frowned, then nodded, agreeing to Stred's request. Soon, two Ellan Hill soldiers walked up to Stred's side, carrying a wooden box that was not huge.

They opened the wooden box, revealing a long thing inside. None of the people present recognized the object, but it had a resounding name in Irlanhill: the Mauser 98K!

As soon as he reached out and pulled the brand-new Mauser 98K rifle from the box, Steed pulled the bolt unskillfully, pushed a bullet into the chamber, and then lightly pulled the trigger against the post in the distance.

"Phew!" After a gunshot, all the guards and generals present were so frightened that they drew their waist knives and tried to step forward to stop Stred, who was holding a dangerous weapon.

However, Stred 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 our Iran Hill, and the Grand Duke asked me to give it to Your Majesty." ”

As he spoke, Steed pointed to the Mauser 98K rifle in the box and said, "If the Prairie Empire is willing to ally with us, then whether it is iron tools, cloth and salt, etc., we will supply them in sufficient quantities, and we will not withhold them." ”

"If the Steppe Empire insists on going south and wants to meet with the Principality of Ranhill, then the 50,000 soldiers equipped with this weapon will welcome your warriors!" With that, Stryed waved his hand, and the two Ellan Hill soldiers put down their boxes, turned and retreated, not even glancing at the sharp knives that surrounded them.

The strong Nicholas Vis Khan finally rose from his throne, his body as big as a wall. He stepped on the fluffy woolen carpet until he walked to Steed's side before he spoke, "You had a chance to kill me just now." ”

"If Your Majesty insists on being the enemy of Iran Hill, we will shoot too many soldiers more accurately than I do." Stred didn't give in and stared back at the other man's eyes.

Vis Khan himself bent down, took the rifle out of the box, and handed it to Steed: "Again, I was far away just now and didn't see clearly. ”

Taking the rifle from the Great Khan's hand, Tryed pulled the bolt, reloaded it with a new bullet, and handed it back to Nicholas Weiss Khan.

The burly and abnormal Nicholas Weiss took the rifle, listened to Steed's simple explanation, and then picked up the rifle and put on a shooting pose, and aimed it at Stred who was standing in place with the black muzzle: "Pull this thing called the trigger, and you will die?" ”

"Yes, Your Majesty, if you pull this trigger, I'll die." Sterred nodded. He felt a very dangerous aura, a chilling aura emanating from a ruler.

Nicholas Weiss succeeded to the throne as the Great Khan at the age of seven, and in more than 20 years, he built the entire steppe empire into the strongest steppe empire in history, relying on ruthlessness and fighting.

Now, he has a murderous intent, so the trembling momentum he exudes is really dense and makes it difficult to breathe.

"Phew!" Vis pulled the trigger, but it wasn't Steed who was aiming for it. He struck the general, who had been clamoring to plunder south, and the bullet easily pierced through the armor he was wearing, leaving a small hole in it that was far inferior to the wound of a bow and arrow.

However, the general was much worse than being shot with a bow and arrow, and his eyes widened to cover the wound on his chest, but he found that he was so strong that he did not even have the strength to lift his arms.

He struggled to stand still, but staggered backwards. It wasn't until he lay on the ground, blood soaking his back, that he realized how powerful the things in Vis Khan's hands were.

"Uh......" He tried to speak, but he only let out a dull snort, and closed his eyes forever. And around him, the group of generals who didn't dare to move anymore looked at the corpses on the ground and swallowed a mouthful of saliva before stabilizing their minds.

"The decision has been made! Prairie and Iran Hill ...... Peace! Nicholas Weiss lowered the muzzle of the gun and pulled the bolt again, as skillfully as a long-trained gunner: "This thing is good!" I love it! ”