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"Can we go now?" Isder asked calmly, while the mercenary manhunt in the distance was approaching.

"Let's go, Father." Although he couldn't understand what they were saying, Chuikov knew that if he didn't leave, it would be too late. After saying that, Chuikov didn't care about the three seven twenty-one and left the Grand Imam of Isder on his back and continued to run towards the mountains.

Even if this scene is embarrassing and funny, no one has the heart to think about it now.

Hannes gritted his teeth, and finally followed.

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"Find their footprints!" In the dense woods, the mercenaries still found clues, and the footprints left by Hannes and his party made it impossible for these people to wander around like headless flies.

"Tell the fourth team, and the third team tells them to intercept the mountain pass in front of them, and the target wants to hide in the mountain." Worthy of being a leader-level figure in the [Ice Skull] mercenaries, Count Pol immediately guessed the intentions of Hannes and the others.

"Yes!" The herald immediately sent a telegram to the soldiers on the periphery.

"The others continue to search and narrow the encirclement!" Count Pol manipulated the mecha like a barber to cut the earth's hair, only to see rows of towering trees being violently toppled down, and nothing could be escaped and hidden.

"It's a mecha that has been modified by the Holy See, and it feels different." Although the man's face was expressionless when he spoke, he did not hide the excitement in his heart at all.

Although it was the first time to cooperate with the Holy See, it also made Count Pohl truly realize the strength of the West and the current backwardness of the Rus' state, since the defeat of the new Roman Empire and the invasion of the Normans, both Novgorodros and Kievan Rus' have been completely weakened.

Maybe it's better to join the Teutonic Knights than to die for these stupid nobles! Count Pol thought absentmindedly. Completely forgot about his title of nobility.

The entire Rus' state was already on the verge of collapse, and while the West was trying to catch up, even by any means, the Slavs, who had once made the empire tremble, were fighting each other for wealth. As the roaring steelclad ships sailed into their seas, as the heavy mechs turned into torrents and galloped across their land. The aristocracy is vying for power, squeezing the commoners to know the last drop of blood and sweat.

No one estimated the life or death of their country, and this gave the Teutonic Knights the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Deep in the woods, weary Chuikov and Hannes had to stop and rest.

"I didn't expect the Rus to do things for the Raustins now, even at the cost of killing their compatriots." The Grand Imam sighed slightly, in the past ten years, even in this poor country, he could feel the aura of decay, from the Grand Duke to the lords below to the servants, all of them were eroded by violence. All of them are deceived by money.

A once-fierce nation is now reduced to chewing on the glory of the past and flaunting the titles bestowed by the new Roman Emperor to soothe the wounds of the empire.

"What's so strange about that?" But Hannes beside him let out a piercing sneer, "If this were not the case, the country would be even more decaying than you think, and the nobles of the entire Rus' did not want to end the war but to enslave the peasants of the whole country into their slaves." Because of this, commoners sought ways to swear allegiance to multiple lords, causing friction among the nobles. In order to live in the middle of the cracks. Even if it's torn apart, that's where Ross is. Those aristocrats will only push the country to its demise. Hannes's mouth was filled with disgust for the old nobles, and because of this, he preferred to become a mercenary whom everyone spited upon.

"Perhaps." The Grand Imam sighed softly, as if he remembered the unbearable memories of the past, how similar the current Rus was to the empire of the past. The outside is not enough to retreat from the strong enemy outside the country, and there is a big trouble inside and cannot be stopped. And the plot is in the state.

"If it weren't for the fact that those people wouldn't have let me go, I'd have run away by now. You're willing to carry this old guy on his back all the time. Hannes looked at Chuikov and said, only then did he notice that the rude man was obviously just a country dweller.

But it's really unfortunate that I went to prayer and worship and encountered such a thing.

Chuikov just glanced at the other party. Didn't speak.

"He's a villager from a nearby fishing village, and I'm the one who has caused him a problem." Isdell muttered, a full ten years, ten years of seclusion, and that was the end of it. Those people in Rome really don't die!

"Oh—" Hannes raised his eyebrows meaningfully, if he had gone to ransack the little fishing village as Romanloff had requested, he probably wouldn't have done so!

What a greedy killing! Hannes scratched his head wryly, the words were now meaningless.

Suddenly, Chuikov fell to the ground, causing Hannes and Isdell to be stunned at the same time.

I saw Chuikov pressing his ears to the ground, frowning slightly.

"Father Misoor, they're almost catching up with us!" Chuikov has not changed back, and is still accustomed to calling the Grand Imam Father Misor.

So fast!

Hannes and Isdell were shocked at the same time, they didn't expect the other party to chase so closely.

"Maybe they found our footprints. After a little further mile, we will be able to reach the mountain pass. Looks like we're going to have to hurry. Chuikov said that he was familiar with this place, and that was why Hannes had been following them.

Now it's just a matter of luck.

However, Lady Luck doesn't seem to favor them, and the other party is ready to intercept them.

"This time, Hannes, you lone wolf is completely out of control!" The enchanting Countess Boll said slightly in the cockpit of the mecha. The entire pass was surrounded, and as soon as Hannes and the others came out, they were greeted by numerous rifles spewing buckshots.

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At this time in the city of Minsk, a man rode back, and the people in the city hurriedly opened the city gates.

"Are you back, Ivanovich! Lord Earl has been waiting for you for a long time! The soldiers at the head of the city greeted the bearded man and said, bearded Ivan, this is the most trusted retainer of the Grand Duke of Vladimir, even the Count of Romanlov, the younger brother of the Grand Duke is also very important.

And as soon as Ivan entered the city, he felt a hostile gaze.

"It's you! Nicholas. Ivan narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to the source of the gaze, the crooked-necked servant. Crooked Neck Nikolai, a retainer of Count Romanlov and the sworn enemy of the bearded Ivan, is already a well-known thing.

And these days, Ivan was not there, so his affairs were handed over to Nikolai.

"I'm not here these days, but I'm bothering you." Ivan sneered and mocked, "Now that I'm back, I don't think you have to work so hard." ”

But Nikolai's face did not show too much hope for Ivanovic, on the contrary, it was a gloomy face.

"It's an honor, Your Excellency Ivan. I think you would be happier later to learn that little fishing village had been punished by His Highness the Earl. Nikolai sneered in return.

That fishing village was Ivan's birthplace, and in the past few years, he has been favoritism for this village, which is not the most ambitious thing for this guy. Nicholass was written all over his face.

“！”

Seeing Ivan's suddenly stunned expression, Nikolai patted the other party's shoulder and laughed heartily.

"You don't need to thank me, after all, this is my chance to rehabilitate those untouchables, and it may be too late for you to go to the earl now." With that, Nikolai walked away, leaving Ivan, who was panicked, standing alone.

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