The two looked at each other in silence, the blonde boy's face seemed drunk, but in Alexander's eyes it was just a disguise. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info for so many years. For the first time, he found himself unable to see a person, and the mystery of the teenager forced him to abandon his original plan.

"Of course not, I seem to be a little drunk, Your Highness, I am out of company." Alexander got up and stood up, but the excuse was so far-fetched that there was no drunkenness on his face at all.

"No problem! Thank you for your hospitality. The young man said indifferently, raising his glass and looking at it, but the corners of his mouth hooked up an imperceptible cold arc.

Alexander walked out of the carriage with a gloomy face, and outside the door, a heavily armed general saw the Grand Duke come out and hurriedly stepped forward. Alexander, on the other hand, waved his hand and told him not to speak.

The two hurried to the back of the carriage, which was full of murderous Moscow warriors.

They had firearms in their hands and curved knives at their waists, which was probably no more than the most elite Praetorian Guards in the East.

"Grand Duke?" The Moscow generals were waiting for Alexander's orders, and they had already prepared that these Moscow soldiers were one in a hundred Cossack warriors, and they would dismantle the young man named Bashils in eight pieces when their Grand Duke gave the order. However, at this moment, Alexander showed a rare hesitant look, he did not let his subordinates act rashly, as if he was thinking about something.

The soldiers were intended for Bashiles, and Alexander had originally wanted to end their cooperation on this train, but after talking to them, he changed his mind.

"It's not time for the Grand Duke to hesitate now, hurry up and give orders!" However, the Moscow generals sharpened their knives one by one, and for them, Bashiers's attempt to push Cons-Dante to the pinnacle of Rus' power was tantamount to touching their scales. Generations ago, the Grand Duke of Moscow had been working to unify Rus', and Muscovites believed that they would be the victors. In their view, Alexander had to get rid of this obstacle, otherwise the hopes and long-cherished hopes of Grand Duke Vasily would be lost.

They had already raised their weapons and waited for Alexander's order, believing that the Grand Duke would make a wise decision, and the soldiers were silent and loaded their bullets into their muskets, ready for their commander to give orders for battle.

Finally, after a long silence, Alexander, who had made a decision in his heart, suddenly raised his hand and pressed down the arm of a general holding a saber, and said in a deep voice: "End this battle plan, everyone retreats." ”

"Shish······ Is it? The stunned generals did not expect their Grand Duke to give such an order, it was not the Grand Duke of Alexander who had ordered them to ambush here, but now this man ordered them to abandon the ambush.

They can't understand it, and they can't accept it!

You know, after the death of the Grand Duke of Varyag, the only thing they can trust is the young son of the former Grand Duke, Moscow is actually now in internal and external troubles, although the Easterners are busy dealing with the crusade of the Crusaders, but the raid on the Moscow region has never ended, and more importantly, the internal power struggle is still continuing, and the two brothers of the Grand Duke Alexander are absolutely impossible to admit defeat so easily. At this time, he was cooperating with that kid, and it was like seeking skin with the tiger.

There's never been a better time to kill that dangerous being!

"It's not the time yet." Alexander shook his head and said, "That man is much more terrible than you think······"

At that moment, a soldier rushed in in a panic and hit a general in the chest, just like hitting a wall.

"Oh no, no!" The panting soldier's eyes were full of shock, and he couldn't catch his breath, and before he could speak, he was picked up by his own commander.

"Ahhhh The frightened soldiers shouted loudly.

"Bastard, how do I usually teach you? How panicked!" The general scolded in annoyance and said that the bear-like appearance of the soldiers he trained really made his face dull. "What happened?" It is clear that something has happened to make the Muscovite soldiers, who have always been first-class in combat and quality, so out of shape.

"I'm sorry, sir. But Rather, His Highness Bashils just ······ It's gone! The stammering soldier hurriedly told the astonishing news.

"What?!" When the general heard the news, not only did he not put his men down, but the strength of his hands increased many times, as if he wanted to strangle him.

"Your Excellency General, Your Excellency General!" The soldiers, who were almost out of breath, struggled and shouted before they were let go.

There was a dead silence among the generals who looked at each other, and they felt a chill on their backs.

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Inside the empty carriage, the curtains fluttered in the howling wind, like a ghost in the night. The cold came in from outside, causing even Muscovites, who were already plagued by fear, to shiver.

Originally, this was the place where Alexander and Bashils talked together, and the wine they hadn't finished before was still on the table.

The sound of hurried footsteps came, dozens of soldiers hurried up, and Alexander and his generals looked with ugly faces at a sharp dagger stuck in the table, and a piece of letterhead with writing on it was nailed to it.

"Report!"

"Speak!" The irritated general glanced at his subordinates and said. He wanted to know very much where Bashiles was, how could a big living person just disappear into thin air!

"We ······" Seeing that the look on the commander's face was so embarrassed, the soldiers hesitated, but still reported: "We have searched every corner of all the carriages, and we have found no target······

"Rubbish!" The general roared angrily and scolded with his head covered in the face.

"Forget it, Rykasev. If he had remained here, he would not have left this letter. Alexander calmly stopped his generals from letting their efforts continue in vain, and he smiled helplessly as he looked at what Bashiles had written on the letter.

"It's terrifying, Your Highness Bashires. You are indeed a dangerous being. Judging from the content of the farewell in the letter, it is obvious that the other party has known their intentions for a long time. And the departure of the other party was also premeditated, this kind of person is really as terrible as an ally and an enemy.

"But if you jump off the train at such a speed, you will surely die. No matter what he is, he is still a human after all! "The generals couldn't accept it, they had spent so much effort preparing for this ambush, it was just a matter of being vetoed by the Grand Duke, and now the target had escaped under their noses, which was simply ironic!

"That kind of person, do you just think of him as a human being? No wonder you fail. Alexander shook his head, from the beginning his generals did not take their opponents lightly, which meant that the result was predestined. If you don't know your opponent, what qualifications do you have to talk about winning. This time it was not only them, but Alexander finally understood the gap between himself and that man.

Help Justine in his great work! His afterglow is enough to satisfy your desires!

In the letter, Bashiles's sarcastic words made Alexander feel deeply powerless in addition to anger, and it turned out that he was only a small character in the eyes of the other party. Even if he was unwilling to accept it in his heart, Alexander could only agree to the other party's "advice" at this time. It's just that as Alexander Neussky, he will definitely not be willing to be a supporting role.

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On the frozen snowfield, the galloping horse galloped past, and in such a harsh environment, the horse did not slow down at all with the person on its back, and finally approached, and the horse saw its destination. It was a camp, and several figures were faintly visible, and it seemed that these people had been waiting here for a long time, and when they saw the other party coming, they immediately came out of the tent and waited.

The man on the horse was Bashiles, who had left the train, and it was the horse he relied on, which was even much faster than the train, but it was also a crazy move to jump off the train and sit on horseback.

"Are they all?" The teenager answered the question but no one answered.

"Brown—" Bashils tugged at the reins to stop the horse, and the soldiers of the camp ran forward to take the horse.

"You're finally back, my master!" An Oriental man humbly saluted Bashils with a smile on his face and kissed his boots. 、

"Put away your set, Amberus. You're doing a good job, at least nothing has gone wrong. Looking at the flattering faces of the Oriental merchants, Bashiles was rarely so cold.

"Looks like I saved that Polish kid in Landenburg really came in handy." Ambirus smiled and rubbed his gloves. "Please rest assured, my hands and feet are not leaky, and they will not doubt it. It's just that you're still doing well? ”

"Of course." Bashils replied lightly.

In fact, Vivien and Berchis initially came to Ross only to visit Vladimir, hoping that they would be able to help in the war effort in Nicaea. However, the other party did not intend to make a move at all, but instead said that the new Roman Empire had long since fallen, and now the self-proclaimed remnants were only exiles and were not eligible for the power of Rus'.

Vivien and Bercys, who were coldly refused, were about to go back, but they met the Polish Allen, who was deliberately let go by Amberus.

Sure enough, they took the bait and saved Allen, and then they learned the news from Novgorod here, so they successfully guided these people to Novgorod to witness the scene of the night attack, a seamless performance.

"Well, that's good!" Bashiles nodded, "I'm tired today"

"It's just the master, what about the kid named Romanlov, it's just a failure, as a knight, it's really a mediocre existence, do we still have to take him?" Seeing Bashiles turn away to go back to the tent to rest, Ambirus asked, pointing to the steel coffin behind him.

"This is my business, and don't forget that you are not qualified to ask about these things. Otherwise, you know the consequences. The blonde boy's eyes were tyrannical, and there was no laughing or slightening of Alexander's eyes.

But Amberus was not frightened by this intimidating gaze, but was very calm.

"Yes, master, it's me who is too talkative." The smile on Amberus' face was natural, and he and his attendants retreated.

The people in these camps were all Ambirus' men, and they still had lingering fears about following their boss, and the boy was as if he had not come from the human world, and they really couldn't get along with him.

"It's horrible!" Although Amberus was not consumed by fear, the attendants were visibly almost frightened by the tyranny that flashed in the darkness of Bashiles' green eyes, and they could not understand that their boss should call this young man from hell as his master.

"Of course it's scary, but because of that, following him we get what we want. The world has been boring for too long! The man bared his defeated teeth in the dark night, and said gloomily, contrary to his own subordinates, the man's eyes were full of excitement.

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"Are you ready to leave?" Outside Novgorod at this time, no one slept in the night. The Poles, who had previously defended Novgorod, were leaving today, and many were thankful, even the noble parliament paid enough respect. Consitor Dante also arrived in person, and Princess Bonifazia was unable to come to see her off due to treatment.

"Her Royal Highness the princess will be handed over to you, I hope you can remember the instructions of Her Royal Highness the Queen." General Kurak whispered to Consdain, "The situation in the country is very complicated and I must go back, otherwise His Highness Advíca will be left alone." ”

"Yes, please rest assured that you and Queen Ardwiga will be reassured." Constance Dante replied as he made his promise.

"With your words, I am relieved. As long as this crisis can be overcome safely, Poland will inevitably recompense. I think you're also building up your strength now, I don't know why, but as the guardian of Princess Bonifazia, we'll be able to do our part then. General Kurak did not know the true identity of Cons, Dante said, as a matter of course.

And Constance Dante just smiled wryly and waved his hand, "Goodbye then!" ”

"Goodbye!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and General Kurak also looked at Vivien and Berthes behind Constance Dante and said, "Thank you for saving Alan, if it weren't for you, we really thought he would never be able to go back with us again." ”

"No thanks!" The two also nodded their heads, and under everyone's gaze, the Polish army finally left Novgorod, and with their departure, the story of the Far North could finally end, of course, only temporarily.

And a new day will begin! (To be continued.) )