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The Empire has never had a divine renewal of the total [forbidden water]-

The Empire has never had a sacred [forbidden water]-

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At this moment, there are two other distribution centers for military supplies on the road connecting the Norman Empire with the Norman leased port of Kherson, and on the road connecting the city with the Norman Empire mainland, Kiev and Lviv are busy, with mules and horses and carts assembled in pieces, and the lively scene of transportation is different. In the rest of the Crimean peninsula, where the Cossack freedmen were still in the hands, it was a different story.

Or rather, it's always been like this.

The men were outside running horses and grazing, and the women were busy at home, tidying up, cooking, and sewing clothes. The cubs get together to play wildly, and the old people repair tools and weapons. Occasionally, businessmen from the Gang of Runners would come over. They would be warmly welcomed by the whole settlement, and the merchants were usually Normans.

Fights and brawls and even inter-tribe battles between entire tribes also occur from time to time. The purpose is usually to compete for water, pasture and livestock. Or maybe it's to settle old grudges that have been going on for years -- of course, the end result is just a new grudge.

It was like that of the vast majority of the steppe peoples, except that many were mercenaries in Turkey, in Constantine, in Norman, and even further afield...... Or it is not necessarily hired by the government [Shining God Slaughter Group] government, hired by private nobles and wealthy businessmen, and there are many who serve as private soldiers or bodyguards. The Cossacks, as a race of cavalry mercenaries, were also well-known in this part of the Black Sea. Although it is said that the pasture, the territory is not too much, and the population is the same. However, relying on the talent of cavalry and the fierce posture, the price obtained as a mercenary allowed the Cossacks to live a relatively wealthy life. And their chieftain, the chieftain or the boss as he is called "Hetman", can also live a life of superiority.

And the common boss of many Cossack tribes, Pugachev, who carried the name of a khan who had never been taken seriously. I've always been satisfied with this kind of life. Now in his forties, he doesn't have much ambition. And only that little bit. With the defeat against the Normans, and the strong rise of the Norman Empire in Eastern Europe, it disappeared - just kidding, against such a terrifying empire. Even if all the Cossacks were to be filled in, and then all the brothers who were mercenaries outside were called back, it would be absolutely useless. Serving this new master is the way to preserve wealth and nobility.

It's just that in recent times, the situation has changed a little...... Lust for profit. Pugachev, who had a hard time getting his old habits, wanted to do a little more good for himself - in fact, he had tried it several times before, and the emperor of the empire had very generously rewarded him as a lackey - but this time it was different. His Majesty the Emperor didn't know why he was angry. not only punched and kicked him, but also said that he wanted to find someone to replace him. This made Pugachev feel uncomfortable, and after returning to his own tribe, the largest of the Cossacks, with 20,000 tents, he hurriedly wrote a large number of letters and tributes to the important ministers of the empire, who he knew and did not know. They all sent generous gifts, hoping that they would help them speak.

Yet, these letters, tributes. Gifts and other things were all lost in the end. This made Pugachev feel very frightened and confused.

"Perhaps—perhaps the Emperor has made up his mind to get rid of me—and indeed I am not his confidant, but the one who surrendered after defeat. The strength is not strong. But occupy the Crimean peninsula, such an important place. It makes sense for the emperor to want to do something to me...... Oh my God, what the hell am I going to do?!"

If it was someone else, Pugachev couldn't say anything, and he rebelled with his men as soon as he gave the order. This time, however, the opponents were Normans. Fight the Normans who are invincible in Eastern Europe. It took just over a year to bring the whole of Eastern Europe, Moscow. Zaporozhye, Poland, Lithuania, Belarus, Ukraine...... These places were given to the conquered Normans. Such a terrible army, a genius emperor. Even if Pugachev was given ten more dares, he would not dare to rebel casually. But what if you don't rebel? Wait for the other party to send someone over, and say directly: "Your title of khan has been revoked." "Then he arrested himself. Spend the rest of your life locked up in a black kiln? ...,

In this way, it is different from the fatigue of Egil's recent period of state affairs, and it is also different from Saladin's calculation of gains and losses in recent times. Pugachev, however, was at a loss for what to do. You can't survive and you can't die. That kind of pain and depression made him almost lose weight. The once sturdy Cossack man now looks like a tuberculosis ghost. Scared the people around him enough. Ask him what the hell is going on. Pugachev did not dare to say either. When he was in a hurry, he made a big fuss -- the envoys who had gone with him to meet the emperor had already issued strict gag orders. Pugachev let out cruel words, and if the news spread, he would not check it, and directly killed all of them.

Pugachev was afraid that such news would get out as soon as it spread. The Cossack tribes were so flustered that before the Normans could do anything, their own people would take the lead and cut off his head and send it to the Norman emperor as a tribute......

However, this is not the same thing either. Even those few of their own subordinates are tight-lipped. But it wasn't just the Cossacks who saw this half-mother that day - there were many pedestrians and merchants on both sides of the Kherson Palace. Sooner or later, this will have to get out...... Or is it getting out now......

As soon as he thought of this, Pugachev couldn't help but want to cry. Crying with a sad face, it is even sadder than the death of my father and mother. Then he slapped himself in the face twice.

"Confused, confused...... Knowing that the Norman Emperor was a miser, he valued money the most. But they still want to get benefits from him. Damn, damn it......"

And at this moment, outside his tent, the voice of a confidant shouted: "Khan!

"Who?!" Pugachev was angry. "No one will be seen—unless a Norman envoy comes—no!

"You'd better meet each other...... The man was dressed up in an unusual way. Maybe there will be a way to solve the Khan's troubles. The henchman went into the tent. Regardless of why Pugachev's face was flushed, he said so.

“...... Well, let's see each other. Pugachev was stunned for a moment when he heard him say this, and then waved his hand and said so.

So, after a few moments, the guest walked straight in. Pugachev saw at that time that his [Shining's slaughter] mother was indeed dressed unusually! The white veil, the wide white robe, and the veil was fixed with a circle of black cloth. The mud horse is an Arab! Look at his fleshy face, yellow skin, dark eyes, big eyes, short nose, thick lips. A big broom-like beard on his chin -- this is an Arab -- my God, the Normans are on a crusade, they're at war with each other -- this and this, in case the Normans know that they have such an embarrassing person here. I can't tell if I'm covered with mouths!

"How did you let such a person in?!Get rid of it quickly -- to Kherson, to the Emperor?!" Pugachev shouted hoarsely -- thinking to himself that the only way to do this was to send this guy to Kherson as quickly as possible to show his loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor. That's it!

However, Pugachev did not expect that hearing him say this, the fat Arab man laughed out loud. Doesn't seem to be scared at all.

"What are you laughing at?!" Pugachev asked curiously.

"I laugh at you - Pugachev, the chief of the Cossacks. You have lived for more than forty years, and you have been crisscrossing Eastern Europe for decades, but you are so stupid. Bow your eyebrows at the tiger that wants to eat you, but you want to give it a benefactor who can save your life. ”

The big fat man smiled. So to speak.

"You?!" Pugachev was angry. He shouted loudly: "Lao Tzu looks down on you as a person who tells the truth! Pull it out and chop it up! Give your head to Your Majesty, and you can still show your heart!"

Immediately after, the left and right henchmen dragged the man out. The fat man looked like he was dying, but he still laughed, which made Pugachev's heart even more troubled.

"Come back!"

Eventually, Pugachev shouted and asked his henchmen to bring the Arab back. Take a closer look. The fat man was still calm. Looks like it's all right. couldn't help but secretly admire: "It's a person who is not afraid of death." Then he asked, "Then you are so willing to come to me and die." Why exactly?"...,

"If it falls into the hands of the Normans, it will naturally suffer endless torture, and it will not be able to escape death. However, in the hands of the Khan, it was different. The fat man said.

"Hmph, Ben Khan is a vassal of the Empire, a loyal vassal of His Majesty Egil. What will happen to me in my hands and what will happen to your majesty!" Pugachev sighed in his heart. Knowing that the other party was really an Arab envoy, he couldn't help but have a different mind. However, the tone was still very harsh. So to speak.

"Loyal ministers, I'm afraid it may not be. The fat man snorted lightly, and then said with relief: "But the emperor is not virtuous, and the courtiers are not loyal." But it's not Khan's fault......"

Hearing this man say this, Pugachev's heart sank again: "What kind of identity are you?! What do you want to do here?!"

The fat man laughed again, much to Pugachev's great discomfort. The heart is even more bottomless.

"In such a situation, can't the Khan guess what I am doing?" the fat man asked rhetorically.

"Ben Khan only knows allegiance to His Majesty Egil, and nothing else!"

When the fat man heard this, he leaned back and fell back even more with laughter, and the laughing Pugachev's eyes turned cold, and his murderous intent suddenly appeared—but the fat man's words made Pugachev's murderous intent suddenly disappear and turn into a chill......

"On the same day, the khan was thrown out of the Kherson palace by the knights of the guards. Black. It was rumored that the Norman Emperor intended to annex the entire Cossack race. There was a lot of noise. Doesn't the Khan himself know?!It's funny!". ）