Chapter 102: Life Never Ends, No Struggle Stops

Shahamera, who had fled far enough, suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, and then suddenly found herself back where she had been a few seconds ago.

This time, however, the situation was very different, and there were no other defeated soldiers around her who could cover her, only the Marquis of Bazin who was ready to attack and the female knight of Deverich, who had outflanked her.

The swords of both of them were handed to Shahamera at the same time.

With this fully accumulating attack, it is difficult for any warrior below the protector level to retreat with his whole body, even Shahamela in his heyday is very lucky, not to mention that she only has the last bit of strength left.

The dagger she had tried to raise could not stop the attack of the Lady Knight de Vellich, who split her dagger directly, slicing the large veins in her arm.

Shahamera, who had long since died, fell to the ground.

The female knight of Devlich continued to pursue the wanderer, who had taken her prisoner, and she pounced on Shahamela and continued to attack her with her teeth.

The Marquis of Bazin had just not made a move, and his rich experience had told him that Shahamela was no longer good, so he just gathered momentum and maintained his resilience.

Of course, at this time, he had already put down the sword that was ready to be attacked, after all, he was also in a bad state, and Wu Xin saw that he had several big wounds on his body.

Although Wu Xin wanted to, they no longer had the strength to continue the pursuit of Amin, and the Spanish sailors brought by the Marquis of Bazin were also paralyzed on their camels one by one, and they did not even actively capture the prisoners.

The two women rolled on the ground two more times, and finally it was the knight de Vrerich who held down her opponent, and then she did something that surprised the Marquis of Bazin.

The knight Devrich bit open Shahamera's cheek, first ripped out her eyes with her teeth, and then swallowed it in one gulp.

As if that weren't enough, she tore the throat of her enemy and drank her blood.

The Marquis of Bazin rebuked the female knight Deverich: "Enough, stop! She is still useful to the Kingdom of Spain. โ€

"What's the use." Wu Xin leaned sideways in front of the Marquis of Bazin to buy her a little time, at the same time. He looked at the face of the female knight of Dverrich, a face full of longing and anger.

Wu Xin could even feel her desperate mood.

"She is the man of Sultan Xurem, the eyes of Suleiman the Magnificent in this team." The Marquis of Bazin tried to stop the female knight of Deverich, but Wu Xin gave Cassano a look. Let him come over and stop the Marquis of Bazin from approaching. "She is an extremely valuable captive, and we can trade her back for an important spy who was captured in Istanbul."

At this moment, Marquis Bazin's eyes suddenly widened.

Under the attack of the female knight of Devrich, Shahamera, who was already dying, had some strange changes.

Beneath this woman who has always lived in an ogre, the blood she flows out is very strange. A pair of small things that look like bat wings are faintly drawn, and there are curved horns like goats on their heads.

"Demons?!" Wu Xin recognized Shahmara's true identity, this is an evil demon from the abyss of chaos, no wonder she can perform illusions, and she can hold on to a bunch of half-ogres for so many years, which can be explained by more than a little blood relationship.

"It's not a demon, it's just a demon heart." Marquis Bazin is more knowledgeable, he has dealt with Barbary pirates for half his life, "The price of a real demon staying in this world is too great, and his status in the Ottoman Empire will not be low." It is impossible to be sent to carry out such a secondary task. โ€

In any case, the Marquis of Bazin did not have the intention of continuing to stop the female knight of Deverich, it was not impossible to guard such a demon reformer, but without the cooperation of a mage who specializes in dealing with demons, it would be too dangerous to carry this thing on the ship after all.

Who knows if the guards can resist her corrosion, there are quite a few degenerate souls corrupted among the sailors.

The Marquis of Bazin was well aware of this.

"Knight Cassano, please go and control the nomads, and their captives will be handed over to us." Wu Xin saw that the Marquis of Bazin was no longer interfering, so he let Cassano go to fight for the spoils of war. "And the camels and the horses, they must all be given to us."

The Knight of Cassano nodded and left. These nomads have limited strength and are good targets for bullying.

The Marquis of Bazin was observing the female knight of Deverich, who had drunk the blood of Shahamera, and her face was still so horrible, mixed with the excitement of sucking blood. It's terrifying.

"This is my men, my trophies." Wu Xin saw that the Marquis of Ha Bazan did not allow him to come near the female knight Deverich.

"I don't want to interfere with anything, Your Excellency." Wu Xin had thought that his attitude would be extremely bad, but Marquis Bazin's tone was very subtle. "It doesn't seem normal, but it's a necessary means to fight the demons."

Is he exculpating the female knight Deverich?

Is he exculpating me?

Wu Xin and the female knight Deverichy were a little strange. However, Wu Xin quickly thought of an explanation, which was a kind of physical injury.

He didn't dwell on the issue any longer, and the female knight Devlich looked at Wu Xin who was standing in front of her and felt a sense of relief.

"Marquis Bazin, you're too late." Compared with Spain, Wu Xin's strength is more limited, and in order not to be bullied, he has to show a little momentum and means. "In another hour's night, we'll be crushed by these half-ogres."

"It's not easy to land on a hostile stronghold in the dark of night, and then run in a row without a map and take part in another battle." Although he had just said a good word for the knight de Vrerich, the Marquis of Bazin clearly did not intend to continue to be polite in other respects, and he knew very well that this was a prelude to the struggle over the division of the spoils. "And most importantly, didn't I arrive in time and save you?"

Wu Xin immediately retorted: "It is not to save me, but to save the interests of Spain and the emperor in the Sultanate of Tunisia, I believe you must have found some letters from him and Istanbul in Zuwara." โ€

The Marquis of Bazin found a pile of documents in Amin's bedroom, which contained many key pieces of information, such as those of the middle and upper reaches of the Nile and the Tunisian court.

Most of them were disappointing, but they were far more disappointing than the optimism that the Marquis of Bazรกn had sent several large boxes of documents back to Madrid overnight.

But he did not admit it, as the emperor's spokesman in the Mediterranean, he was alone for a long time, not only a good general but also a qualified diplomat.

"To the great kingdom of Spain, Amin was just a very noisy mosquito who could make noise. It could even suck a drop of our blood and annoy the Great Emperor for five minutes, but that's all. "The words of the Marquis of Bazin are not nonsense either." For you, Amin is a mortal threat. For a day that this ogre army is here, your Tripoli will not be at peace for a day, so it is clear that it was the great Spanish Navy that saved you and your future. โ€

Marquis Bazin's words let Wu Xin know that he would not be able to get the result he wanted so easily on the issue of dividing the spoils of war, but he still had to continue to work hard: "You know very well that the real target of this army is the Sultanate of Tunisia. With his cooperation, Khareddin Pasha was able to seize the entire Sultanate of Tunisia. I want half of the booty from the Zuwara stronghold, plus all the captives here. โ€

After reading the plan in Amin's letter, the Marquis of Bazin knew that Wu Xin was very reasonable, and this army could make a big victory in Hayreddin at a critical moment in several key ports.

At that point, it is likely that the entire Sultanate of Tunisia will become the domain of Haireddin, and even if it can only control a few large ports, the rest of the Sultanate of Tunisia will be a springboard for the Ottoman Empire and Barbary pirates to enter and exit the Western Mediterranean. Keep the emperor awake at night.

But just like just now, he won't admit it at all, now is the time for strength to speak: "Hahaha, the emperor can shoot this mosquito to death with a wave of his hand!" All the booty of Zuwara is mine, and I will share a third of your captives here. โ€

Wu Xin was fierce and oppressive to the nomads, and the Marquis of Bazin was also unceremonious to him.

"Let's go to Zuwara first, and at least sell me some of the loot at a low price, and give me a good price for the horses and camels, and I think the tents that don't need them can always be given to me." Wu Xin resisted the urge to yell. Wisely fight for limited compensation for yourself. "And dead camels, don't count me in the money, the Spanish Navy's supply system is the best in the world, and there is a supply of salted meat everywhere."

"Every barrel of Spanish naval supplies comes from the anointing of the subjects of the kingdom. It's their blood and sweat, and if I don't try to collect supplies at the front, I'm committing a crime against my compatriots who have worked hard to pay their taxes. "Even this limited concession was not made by the Marquis of Bazin.

The negotiation left Mr. Wu feeling a nerve in the back of his left ear pounding for the first time in his life, in the decades that followed. He's going to have to fight that feeling all the time.

Wu Xin sighed and nodded to Cassano, he was going to use a strategy that made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Cassano, who had been silent, spoke: "Dear Marquis Bazin, do you really want to test?" โ€

"What? What did you say? The Marquis of Bazin did not hear Cassano.

"Ho-ho." Cassano coughed lightly and continued. "Test, test what is the relationship between your emperor and my master?"

This time, the Marquis of Bazin heard Cassano's words clearly, and he frowned slightly.

Cassano continued: "You see, Marquis of Bazin, if it were just a little money or something, we would never give the Supreme of Madrid any trouble and you. For Spain, it was really just a matter of money, but for the great Spanish navy, it was just a trivial matter of ordinary trophy distribution, but for those of us who struggled in the desert, it was a matter of life and death, and in order to survive, we had to give up a lot of things, such as unaffordable self-esteem, after all, without life, there would be nothing. โ€

This sentence made Cassano very painful, he coughed continuously, Wu Xin wanted to pat him, but he refused.

"Even if it is possible to be ridiculed by His Majesty the Emperor, or even ignored at all, I will try to write him a letter, and I think that after reading this letter, he will greatly appreciate your integrity, Marquis Bazin, your loyalty to him and Spain, but, Marquis Bazin, but." Wu Xin paused here as he spoke, and he repeated the last words again. "But are you really sure that in the depths of the emperor's heart, there will not be a small thorn left in the corner that he may not have noticed, ah, the Marquis of Bazin is so upright, so upright that he doesn't even give the Habsburgs any face."

The morning sun rose, Wu Xin slightly approached the still silent Marquis of Bazin, Wu Xin's tall figure pulled out a long shadow, and seemed to be participating in this negotiation.

Wu Xin stared at Marquis Bazin's eyes and said softly: "Maybe this thorn is my wishful thinking at all, maybe His Majesty the Emperor can't see anything else except your loyalty." But Marquis Bazin, do you really want to test this for the sake of something insignificant to the Kingdom of Spain, a few tattered linens, a few stinking dead camels? โ€

Looking at Wu Xin's handsome and dangerous face in front of him, Marquis Bazin remembered another similar face, and he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Now, it was the head of the Marquis of Bazin, which began to hurt. (To be continued.) )