[Written at the beginning, I hope you can see: Due to the final exam of the freshman year, there will be a change today and tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. The power of advanced mathematics compels me to do so. Sorry for the clams. Currently owed: 10 chapters]

"Kromodo, with this group of troops in hand, I believe that even the Great Khan of Bakhchisarai will have to weigh it if he wants to attack Kaffa." Conrador was delighted to praise his good friend and commander.

In front of him, two hundred Genoese musketeers walked by with heavy arquebuses. They were armed with older heavy arquebuses, which had not yet been fitted with triggers; Then there were the Genoese gentlemen, a hundred and sixty-seven gentlemen, who were of higher standing in Genoa, such as merchants or usurers, who wore full-body or half-body plate armor of Lombardy origin, and in their hands were ostentatious two-handed swords; Then there were the Greek spearmen, numbering four hundred, who were in the service of the Genoese in the city of Kaffa. They are only qualified to wear the rudimentary leather armor or even no armor to fight for their masters. Their best treatment is a sparse iron helmet.

Then there were five chariots pulled by two oxen and filled with outward spikes.

Don't get me wrong, this is not the ancient Greek chariot that charged, but the organ cannons that are now popular in England, Burgundy, Lombardy, etc. The organ cannons were tightly bundled together with more than a dozen musket barrels and mounted on chariots with spear spikes. When dealing with cavalry, the organ cannon was an extremely advantageous weapon. It can be said that these little things may be the earliest forms of rocket artillery such as Katyusha.

As soon as the man pushing the organ cannon walked by, a large number of strange-shaped people came up behind him.

These people are slave catchers. Most of them were Genoese, Greek, Jewish, or Armenian. These merchants from all over the world gathered in the city of Kaffa in order to obtain the most valuable goods on the Black Sea, the Slavic slaves.

Their slave hunting teams consisted of all sorts, but they were mainly used to transport slaves bought from the Crimean Tatars rather than to go inland to hunt slaves. They don't have the skills, they don't have the guts.

Seeing a group of stinking slave hunters surround him, Conrad hid his face without a trace, trying to remove the disdain from his face.

"Good day, Governor!"

A chubby Jew squeezed through the crowd and was the first to hug in front of Conrado.

"Dear Governor Conrado! Hehe, I'm Opel from Bucharest! Hehe, the scenery at noon is infinitely beautiful, I wonder if the Governor can have lunch with us and ......"

Lunch? And slave catchers?

No kidding. It's not funny.

Conrado del Otto was a noble man of Genoa, a gentleman among gentlemen, a truly decent man. How can you have lunch with a bunch of vulgar slave catchers?

Although Catholic doctrine disdained human trafficking, the Italians were afraid to sell the Crusader population, so there was not much resistance to the slave trade in Kaffa. But there is always a need for face, right?

"Governor Conrado is not feeling well, and I am afraid that I will not be able to have lunch with you at noon. Well, tomorrow at noon, we will have another banquet to discuss the matter of sending troops to repel the Tatars who have crossed the border! As soon as Cromodo saw that the situation was not right, he immediately drove the annoying slave catchers away for Conrado.

"Wait here another day? Is it appropriate? Conrador was still selectively ignoring the slave catchers.

Cromodo sighed, "My dear Conrado, as a decent person, you certainly shouldn't be messing around with these lowly slave catchers. But ah, in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of nowhere, you need to learn to be flexible. Without these slave hunters, I'm afraid I wouldn't have the confidence to advance on the steppes of Kerch. A day's delay is not a problem, anyway, the Tatars will not know the news of our advance. The group of horse bandits has disappeared, and they must have run away with the money. ”

Conrador was silent. Cromodo had no choice but to turn around and take care of other military matters.

Conrado felt a silent sorrow for Cromodo.

Sure enough, different levels bring different things to thought. Conrador certainly knows this, but so what? Conrado was, after all, the one who was determined to return to Genoa and compete for the position of the most honorable consul. He wanted to reclaim his inheritance in Sardinia, he wanted to get his father's inheritance from a few waste brothers, and he even wanted to spread his own property all over the Mediterranean.

So for him, of course, everything now is very important for the future.

How will he face the Venerable Pope in the future? How to build a lean and bright image?

A wise man does not step on the mud.

Conrador must not allow himself to be equated with the slave hunters. In this way, he almost came to an end with distant Genoa.

"Sorry my friend......"

......

"What? The Italians asked to go to war? Qin Cang shouted in surprise!

That's right! While the army was nervously preparing for battle, I don't know where they learned the news of the start of the war, this group of poor sailors from Naples immediately stood up. They demanded to go to war in exchange for the abolition of the servitude imposed on them.

Italian.......

Even people who haven't read much history books know a thing.

The Italians are unreliable, the Italians sell their teammates. Consider that Italy was also an Allied power during World War I, and as a result, it became the victorious power after the war as an Entente power; During World War II, Italy was an Axis power, but after the war, it became the victorious power as an Allied power. Who would dare to believe such a country of old fritters, such a country where soldiers are so weak that they can't beat the natives of Ethiopia?

Qin Cang himself didn't believe it.

"Don't believe it!"

"Don't believe it!"

Everyone expressed their opinions. The Rus' and Tatars, in particular, were well aware of how they oppressed the Italian slaves in the mines. What if they go to war anyway?

Faced with everyone's fierce opposition, Qin Cang couldn't help but hesitate.

However, at night, Qiao Su suddenly broke into Qin Cang's room, who was still in a daze at his desk.

"The Italians need to say yes." Qiao Su stared at Qin Cang and said.

"Huh? Why? The reason? "Qin Cang was a little dazed, you suddenly broke into my house, just to say this?

Qiao Su stretched out his hand and pointed out the window and said, "Do you want to go out and have a look?" The Tatars and Rus' drank and reveled on the hill in the middle of the night. The wine was stolen from our warehouse! ”

"What?!"

Qin Cang was angry and calmed down.