Belch...... I was stunned when I heard these terms, but judging from his serious expression and rigorous logical analysis, this was a plan planned by an international militarist clique to drive a wedge between the two countries and then take advantage of the fire to rob them.

Its interlocking rigor and step-by-step steadiness are beyond my imagination. If the enemy's strategy really succeeded, Poland would become a bridgehead to contain the Germans and a tool for the Byzantines to control Eastern Europe.

It was not just the loss of Poland, Germany would also be overstretched by the constant wars, and eventually lose the supremacy that it has now gradually established.

But the question is......

What does this TMD concern me?

I am a Chinese in the 21st century, not a German in the true sense, I have no feelings for the country of Germany, and the few people I know either want to kill me or turn me into a pawn between applause, if I still have the only sense of identity with this country, it is that I rely on the German title to obtain the fiefdom, so as to be able to feed myself who are not diligent and do not divide the grain.

I kind of understand what the bulls said to me at that time, it's not that I can't fight, I just need a reason to do it.

Oh, yes! What is the reason for me to fight hard?

Even if the German Empire declines, I will be comfortable as my lord, and the whole family will not be hungry if one person eats enough, and the knightly honor of the rise and fall of any country is not as tempting to me as a bowl of stewed broth.

"Please help me, I must return to my father and prevent Poland from being dragged into the abyss from which it will never return, I beg you, noble knight, from the cunning you attacked us in the middle of the night, and from the resourcefulness of your ambushes, I can see that you are not comparable to those simple-minded knights who only know how to fight and kill."

Misenov said to me with tears in his eyes, as if the bittersweet acceptance speech on the talent show was played with the means of foreshadowing first and then wearing a top hat.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in your proposal." In his astonishment, I shrugged my shoulders and said I couldn't accept it at all.

"Didn't you accept the order to escort me safely to my father? Although there is a situation halfway now, your mission has not been completed, and if you go back like this, you will be punished by His Majesty the Emperor. ”

Seeing my indifference, Msenov explained to me: "Even if I go back with you, Poland will definitely become a pawn of Byzantium at that time, Germany will be plunged into continuous wars, and your emperor will still hold you responsible. ”

"People in your time are really strange, always thinking about swaying others to work for you, and always thinking about gambling to change your fate, are you cats, you have nine lives and are not afraid of losing?"

"If you don't gamble, you can't even live your only life, and besides, haven't you been following me all the time? Judging by the current distance, we will soon be at my father's camp. ”

The white fat man finally recovered his son's cynical nature, and smiled at me: "Don't tell me that you don't know the road to follow my ......"

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The camp of the Grand Duke of Poland, Mieszko, was set up in an open meadow, far from the woods that had begun to shed their leaves, so that there was no need to worry about fire or sneak attacks, because the enemy would be exposed in the open with nowhere to hide as soon as he appeared.

There was a strange flag beside the tent, on which was a dove with a crown, and its wings were spread in horror.

"Why did you put a pigeon on the national flag, your ancestors sold yellow clay roasted pigeons?" I pointed to the banner waving in the wind, saying that it was difficult for me to understand the post-modern design style.

"That's an eagle!" Mishenov said furiously, I guess a large part of it was because he didn't know what the yellow mud roasted pigeon was.

"On its head is the crown of the Polish Hero Bosikin, which signifies the glory and sanctity of Greater Poland."

I pouted, their artistic expression is too abstract, obviously it is a fat fat pigeon, how nondescript it looks to wear a crown, or the family crest of the small RB is relatively simple, with some geometric figures and copper coins to match randomly, anyway, it is different from others, practical oriental philosophy!

I admire my aesthetics from the future, I really don't understand why to make a flag so complicated, I guess the main reason is that there is no TV newspaper QQ in this era, everyone has never met, and it is easy to recognize people with a fashionable flag.

Mishenov led me into the camp, and when the soldiers saw him return, they all hid in horror, and the fat white man turned to me and said: "You see, these people must think that I can't come back, and now my father is surrounded by my brother's ears and eyes, and my father has been almost overthrown by him." ”

I was not interested in these intrigues for power, but the white fat man just said that his father had gradually become a puppet, so will our lives be in danger after we go in for a while, and the old man king is easy to be taken advantage of, because they refuse to admit that their old eyes are dizzy, and they often go all the way to the dark.

When we reached the door of the tent, the people inside were waiting for us respectfully, and Mishenov slowly regained his elegant aristocratic image, and walked in with his head held high.

The tent had no windows, and was heated and lit by a fire pit in the middle, and on a throne covered with white fox skins sat an old man with gray hair, and nine times out of ten I had heard Mieszko, the Duke of Polanda, whose ears had been calloused for the past few days.

"Father, the child was incompetent, lost on the battlefield, and was captured by the Germans."

When Misenov came up, he tearfully admitted his mistake, and his choked and crying language style deeply touched everyone in the camp.

Except for standing next to his father, a strong man with a beard, to be exact.

"You still have the face to come back!"

The bearded man pointed at the white fat man viciously and scolded: "Originally, we were going to hide behind the scenes and take the sheep, but after you were captured, we exposed our purpose, so that Poland had to stand in the forefront of the confrontation with Germany, you are really stupid!" ”

"That's it!"

The old fellow, who was trapped in the throne, finally spoke, and he held out his hand to Misenov and motioned for his youngest son to come to him.

"Let's talk about it, what negotiation conditions did the German child emperor bring?"