"What are you talking about, who are you?" Pugachev panicked when he heard what the fat man said. However, he didn't feel angry at all. It felt like I had fallen into the abyss. In front of me was pitch black. My head was buzzing, and I didn't know what to do......

"Who am I, Khan, can't you guess? Naturally, my master, the king of the desert, the sultan of Egypt, the Sunni caliph, the messenger of Allah, the servant of Saladin, the greatest hero of all Arabia. ”

“...... Sure enough, it was the pagan devil's servant. Pugachev snorted coldly: "It seems that I should really hand you over to His Majesty the Emperor." ”

"To this day, Khan, do you still believe in that insidious viper, and the Norman emperor is worried that there is no reason to punish you, and if you send me up, he will surely say: Oh, it turns out that the Cossacks have already colluded with the Egyptians. This is the proof - you have been in contact with that emperor. You should know if you can believe what I'm saying. ”

Pugachev sighed and thought to himself, if the emperor really wanted to deal with him, then he would do it.

"And what do you have in mind, Messenger of Saladin?

"The Messenger of Allah will naturally be blessed by Allah. The fate of my master does not need to be feared by you, Khan. But you, Khan, the situation is really worrying - of course, if you follow my advice, Khan, you will not only be able to turn the situation around, but even go further. It's not impossible to ......"

"Well, sure enough—I'll tell you now. If you want me to take refuge in your master, don't think about it."

"No, no, no, how can you say that, it's not like taking refuge or surrendering. It's a friend, an ally, a close friend who shares weal and woe...... You see, there is a vendetta between you and the Norman Empire, and there will inevitably be a war between this horrible and conquering and insatiable empire and my master. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Isn't that so, and you are a hero, Khan, and my master loves to associate with such heroic men as you. And there are great friends like the owner, and characters who can help you get through it. Presumably the Khan will be happy too. ”

"......" Pugachev breathed a sigh of relief, if not surrender. He didn't want another master like Egil who controlled his life and death. In addition, there is no need to be objected by the Cossacks of the Orthodox Christianity that they have defected to a heretic.

"So, tell me why you're here. Pugachev's tone softened considerably. Then he said.

"That's right. This time I am here on behalf of my master because I have a big deal to do with you. This is my token. When the eloquent fat man had finished speaking, he took out a gold ring encrusted with precious stones from the compartment of his garment: "You see, this is the treasure that my master Saladin gave me before my mission. It's the ring he wears on his hand all the time. ”

Pugachev took it and looked at it. Sure enough, on the inside of the ring, you can see a circle of intricately carved Arabic letters, as well as a crescent moon emblem representing Islam......

"Eighty percent is true, isn't it? not a lot of words," Pugachev thought to himself, looking at the precious ring set with exquisitely carved stones and fine workmanship, and was reluctant to return it to the messenger. After that, his attitude became more polite: "So, what big deal do you want me to do?"

At this time, the messenger smiled and did not say anything, did not pay attention to Pugachev, but looked in both directions. Pugachev frowned. He dispersed a group of henchmen around him, and only Pugachev was left in the tent, along with the man who claimed to be an Arab envoy, and a few retinues dressed as Arab warriors wearing pointed helmets and scale armor and fat trousers. The messenger looked left and right, nodded in satisfaction, and Pugachev said: "Can you say it now?

The envoy nodded in satisfaction, and then lowered his voice: "Is the head of the Norman Emperor, and even the kings of most kingdoms in the entire continent, a big deal?"

Pugachev had already relented by this time. Hearing this envoy's bold words, he just felt funny, so he laughed and said: "How can I have the head of so many big people?

"That's not the case, Khan, please listen to what I have to say......"

So, the messenger further explained: This holy war. Our Egyptian army will be victorious. However, the losses are bound to be heavy. So Saladin came up with a clever plan. You can wipe out a million-strong army of Crusaders without bloodshed. The strategy was to cut off the Crusaders' logistical supplies after they entered Syria in the Near East. Let them die of misery.

"And if you want to do that, you'll have to ask the Khan for your help. The messenger bowed: "If the Khan can send troops to attack Kherson after the Crusader army has been dispatched." Destroy their logistical supply bases. Then the crusaders will have no food and grass, and they will surely collapse without a fight. When the time comes, our Arab army will follow and attack fiercely, which will certainly cause heavy casualties on the other side. Take advantage of this opportunity to take the life of the Norman Emperor"

When Pugachev heard what the messenger said, he couldn't help but think......

"If that's what he says...... Indeed, if there was no food and grass, then even if the Norman emperor had great ability, he would have to be defeated—no"

Pugachev snorted: "Then, if you Arabs do not pursue when the other side withdraws its troops." Then wait for the emperor to return. Isn't it me who is unlucky?"

"How so?" the messenger hurriedly advised: "The crusaders are the great enemies of our country, and the two sides fight to the death. How could my master be so short-sighted, and if so, then wouldn't the Crusaders come back to rest and recuperate, and after they have gathered up the khan, they will still come to attack Egypt?"

"You have a point...... Pugachev nodded, and began to think again.

"The Norman Emperor has won all battles, and he is a genius, if I want to fight against him. Then definitely no. If the other side takes advantage of this war with Saladin, I will attack his rear...... That's a good idea...... It's just that if that person doesn't die in Syria, he will run back...... He's still going to kill me...... But what can I do if I don't? Even if I beg for mercy, the other party will not let me go. All he wants is Crimea. Unless I surrender all my possessions, tribes, and rights, he will still kill me - how can I do that...... It's just that fighting that emperor is too dangerous......"

The messenger looked at Pugachev and knew that he was already moved. couldn't help but add another fire: "Of course, this matter will not let you do it in vain." Since the Cossacks were born as mercenaries, then my master was willing to pay a lot of money to hire Cossack warriors to serve him. Khan, look at this-"

When the messenger had finished speaking, he took out another bill from his bosom, and Pugachev took it and looked at it—but he recognized it, but it was the bill that began to come out of the largest and most reputable branch of Damascus, and the branches of the branch as far as Chengdu, in the east, and the cabinet of the capital. Anyone, even a beggar, can get a full amount of gold for this...... And the number above written in Arabic characters and Arabic numerals is.

"Fifty thousand florins?" Pugachev was a little surprised—that was a lot of money. In the heyday of the Cossacks, they were not able to get such a large order......

"That's right, it's just a deposit. After the deed is completed, the host will send another 150,000 florin gold coins. Khan, how?"

With such a combination of sound-sounding plans, large sums of money, and a desperate desire to retain his power, Pugachev finally overcame his fears of the Norman Empire and the Emperor Egir. Nodding: "I've already thought about it - I'm going to give that mean tyrant a little color to see who is coming, and I'm going to give a banquet to our most honored guest."

Then the messenger laughed again. At this moment, Pugachev listened to his slightly hoarse laughter, but he no longer felt unpleasant, but laughed along.

The banquet was set up in no time. Pugachev drank with the fat messenger for fun, and several of the envoy's attendants also drank wine and ate meat, and were very happy. In the evening, Pugachev sent women to both the messenger and his retinue. The envoy stayed here for one night, and the next day during the day he bid farewell to Pugachev -- and the two sides negotiated the matter again and signed a secret treaty. Each of them took one in his hand, and then the messenger departed.

"From today onwards, keep a good eye on Kherson's movements - when all the main forces of the other side have left, we will assemble and attack Kherson" Pugachev, who had already made up his mind, immediately ordered his henchmen to prepare to break with the Norman Empire.

And two days later, the Arab emissary, completely out of the Cossack sphere of influence, found a secluded place. The messenger took out the potion and wiped it on his face, and then removed a mask of human skin. A featureless, Caucasian face was revealed. Then he took off his robe and changed into the style of a steppe nomad. And the entourage around him also changed their costumes. Make them look like regular caravanserais.

"The mission is complete. Presumably, the sovereign will look down on our intelligence department in the future. In the future, it will not be the spy system, and the Nemulis family will be dominant. The messenger sneered and addressed several of his companions. His companions nodded silently, all looking a little excited.

- These people are all Norman spies under Sonia from the Intelligence Section of the Norman Advisory Bureau...... ，