In fact, there is a certain reason why Edi should mention this condition.

Originally, the Nisgorod region was an independent principality, a vassal state under the Golden Horde.

Just because this place is a bit chaotic, not only can it not collect much tax, but it has to send troops to suppress it frequently.

It was only when the Grand Duke of Moscow was so ambitious that he gave generous gifts to the officials of the Golden Horde, stating how much benefit he would have to gain from annexing the region, and the Golden Horde allowed him to annex the Nisgorod region.

When Dmiritjevich heard this, he immediately looked embarrassed.

"Lord Edi, it's not that the servant is unwilling to pay more taxes, but it's that when the servant attacked the Nisgorod region, he sacrificed a lot of soldiers and lost a lot of money."

"Now the region is only nominally owned by our Muscovy, but in reality it still goes its own way, and it is not obedient at all......"

Hearing this, he smiled meaningfully.

"Really?"

"General Kugroot, you can do this, I won't be involved......"

After saying this, Edija turned his horse's head and left, which frightened Dmiritjevich to his knees on the spot.

"Edi, please give us a way to live, woo woo woo ......"

"It's really not that the servant is unwilling to pay more taxes, but he really can't pay it, woo woo woo woo ......"

Dmiritjevich cried and clung to the leg of his trousers, for fear that the guy would run away.

Seeing this, Edicai glanced at Groot with a wry smile.

"General Kugroot, look at this......"

Seeing that Demiritjevich was so pitiful, Khuglut wanted to reduce his taxes by half on the spot. But before he could speak, he saw that Edi couldn't help but wink at him.

Hugroot understood, and immediately said with a straight face.

"General Ben doesn't care how difficult it is for you, General Ben is only responsible for the Great Horde Khan!"

"If you can't pay the full amount of taxes, the general can only order the soldiers to set foot on your country, and replace it with someone who can pay enough taxes to become the Grand Duke!"

"This ......"

Seeing that it was useless to cry poor, Dmiritjevich could only use procrastination.

"Since it is the order of the Great Tent Khan, even if the servant is desperate for his life, he must pay the full amount of taxes to the Khan."

"But the people of the principality are scattered, and it is not easy to collect money and food, can the envoy give a few days?"

Kugroot didn't expect that Dmiritjevic, who was still crying just now, would agree to the request to pay taxes so happily.

Therefore, it is necessary to agree on the spot.

However, as soon as he uttered a word, he saw that Edija gave him another look.

"......"

"No, you can't!"

"General Ben still wants to conquer Lithuania, there is no time to delay with you!"

"If you can't raise enough money and food within three days, General Ben can only order someone to rob it himself!"

"Uh-uh......"

Dmiritjevich sweated on his forehead when he heard this, and hurriedly nodded with a chick pecking rice.

"Good, good!"

"The servant will order someone to collect money and food, and it must be handed over to the envoy within three days!"

"Now please follow the servant into the castle and let the servant treat you for a few days......"

Hearing this, Hughroot refused on the spot.

"No!"

"I'm used to living in tents, but I'm not used to living in this kind of stone house!"

"You hurry back to collect money and food, if it's a day late, General Ben will order someone to kill you 10,000!"

After saying this, Hugroot turned his horse around and left, not giving Demiritjevich a chance to bargain at all.

It's just that not far after going out, Groot is a little weak-hearted.

"Eh, shouldn't I be too harsh just now, shouldn't I make that guy have any rebellious mentality?"

Edi, he should have heard the word of approval.

"Nope!"

"You can't be more correct in this way, to deal with a villain like Demilitjevic, you should be ruthless and domineering, so that he can cut off all thoughts of luck."

"It's just that as soon as the three days are up, this guy will definitely play tricks, drag it if he can, and rely on it if he can."

"Therefore, when the day comes, the general must not be merciful, and do what he has to do!"

"What can I do?"

Hugroot felt a chill in his heart and secretly made a decision.

If Demiritjevic dares to play tricks with himself, he will definitely raise the butcher's knife and give him an unforgettable memory!

Dmiritjevich returned to the castle and immediately gathered his ministers and men.

Don't look at him groveling before the emissaries of the Golden Horde, but in his own country he is a real king.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what should we do now that the Golden Horde is urging us to pay our taxes, along with the taxes of the Nisgorod region?"

As soon as Dmiritjevic said this, the knight generals below stood up angrily.

"Your Majesty, let's fight with them!"

"Why should the food we have worked so hard to grow be handed over to those parasites in vain!"

"Obviously we don't have enough to eat!"

The Minister in charge of the Finance also sighed when he saw this.

"Alas!"

"Don't look at our territory is getting bigger and bigger, but we have bitter cold here, and the grain production is too low, which can't satisfy the appetite of the Tatars at all!"

"If we pay the taxes in full, we will starve to death at least a few thousand this year......

Dmiritjevich listened to the speeches of the two ministers, and a trace of hesitation flashed on his face. For a moment, he really wanted to tear his face with the Golden Horde and to hell with the damned Tatars!

However, when he calmed down, he categorically shook off the unrealistic illusion he had just had.

Although the Golden Horde is now in decline, if they are forced to rush and let them use the strength of the country to deal with themselves, they can still destroy themselves.

What's more, Lithuania in the south has always been eyeing its own territory. Once he knew that he had broken with the Golden Horde, he would be able to attack him without any worries.

Therefore, even if it was to use the Golden Horde as a tiger skin banner, he had to pinch his nose and endure this breath.

"Forget it!"

"Now is not the time to tear your face, so try to raise as much money and food as you can, and satisfy the appetite of the Tatars as much as possible."

The knight leader said with hatred when he heard this.

"I'm afraid that the Tatars' appetite will grow bigger and bigger, and in the end, even if we feed the entire principality to him, it won't be enough!"

The Chancellor of the Exchequer said with a pained face.

"We've just started to improve a little in the past few years, and once we do our best to meet the Tatars' demands, we'll have no savings at all......"

A hint of hesitation flashed across Demilitjevich's face when he heard this.

"Why don't we give half first?"

The knight chief still pouted unhappily when he heard this, and the chancellor of the exchequer said happily.

"Your Majesty is wise!"

"If we only give half, not only do we not have to worry about starving to death in winter, but we can also have a small battle with Lithuania in the spring of next year!"

Demiritjevich was an ambitious king who dreamed of breaking free from the control of the Golden Horde and achieving true independence.

But if you want to get rid of the Golden Horde, you must first stabilize the rear, and you can't go to Lithuania to copy your own back road.

Therefore, as soon as he heard the Chancellor of the Exchequer say that he could have a small fight with Lithuania, he immediately made up his mind.

"Good!"

"That's it!"

Seeing that the king had made up his mind, the Chancellor of the Exchequer asked with some concern.

"Your Majesty, what if the Tatars are dissatisfied and angry with you?"

Dmiritjevic shrugged helplessly.

"What else can I do, of course, I am wronged......"

When the people in the castle heard this, they all fell to their knees and wept gratefully.

"Your Majesty, you are so great, woo woo woo ......"

On the other hand, when Hugroot returned to the barracks and wanted to rest, he was called out to him.

"General, you should first familiarize yourself with the map of Muscovy and prepare for war."

"Huh?"

Ugroot asked with a surprised face when he heard this.

"General Ben has already said so clearly, and Dmiritevich still dares to play tricks?"

Hearing this, Ediga sneered.

"Some people just don't see the butcher's knife and don't obey!"

"But we can't be careless, the strength of the Muscovy now should not be underestimated, and it can easily gather more than 50,000 elite soldiers, if you really fight with us, the people we bring may not be opponents!"

"If we lose, not only will we be guilty, but the prestige of the Golden Horde will also be greatly damaged!"

"This ......"

Igroot was stunned and nodded heavily.

"I see!"

"I'll order someone to repair the armor and weapons, and prepare to kill the enemy in three days!"

"The general is wise!"

Edicai took a sycophant, and then returned to his tent to wait for the show.

Three days passed in a flash, and when he saw the truckloads of grain and cloth being transported to the barracks, Hugroot grinned happily.

"Lord Edi, Dmiritjevic is quite obedient, hahaha......"

Hearing this, he smiled disdainfully.

"Let's wait until my subordinates finish counting!"

Hughroot said in confusion.

"Your Excellency, are you too prejudiced against Dmiritjevich?"

"Me?"

"Am I too prejudiced against him?"

Ediga sneered.

"You'll find out later!"

Three hours later, the clerk in charge of counting the grain wagons came forward to report it.

"Returning to the general, the 10,000 truckloads of grain handed over by the Moscow State have been counted, not many of them, and no more than one of them."

Hearing this, Hughroot laughed.

"Edi, this time you said it wrong, hahaha!"

Edi's unhurried way.

"Clerk, you go and order someone to unload the grain on the grain cart, and see how much grain is loaded in a cart!"

"Yes!"

After a while, the clerk came back with an ugly face.

"Back to the general, the inside of the cart is empty, and the damned Rus' deliberately stuffed grain in slender sacks, and then filled the outside of the carriage with nothing inside!"

"What!"

When he heard this, he angrily walked up to a grain cart, and without greeting his men, he pulled the bag of grain off the corner of the sack.

When a bag of grain is torn off, you immediately see the hollow area inside, and if it is all full, you can still put down at least two bags of grain.

"Damn it!"

"This group of damned Rus' people dare to play such a trick with General Ben!"

"Someone!"

"Kill the people who came to deliver the grain on the spot, and then pile their heads in the open space in front of Dmiritjevich Castle, and let him see what will happen to the deceived general!"

"Yes!"

The Mongols were never afraid to kill, and when they heard Hughroot's military order, they happily captured the people one by one, and then took them to Demilitjevich Castle and beheaded them.

Tens of thousands of people knelt on the ground, wailing, weeping, and pleading helplessly, but to no avail, the Mongols would not have mercy on them.

As the soldiers of the Golden Horde raised their swords and fell to the ground, the heads fell to the ground, and the necks of the lost heads suddenly spurted bright red blood, staining the large open space in front of Dmiritjevich Castle.

Dmiritjevich stood above the castle, looking at the tragic scene below, and his heart was about to explode.

These are his people, his people!

They migrated here from the far west, and it took a hundred years for them to make a certain improvement!

The knight behind Dmiritjevich was furious when he saw this.

"Your Majesty, let's fight the Tatars!"

"There are 20,000 people in our castle, as long as we hold out for five days, reinforcements from all over the country will be able to rush over, and then we will definitely be able to defeat this group of damned Tatars!"

When Demirit heard the advice of the knight chief, he only asked a rhetorical question.

"What if we are defeated?"

"Defeated?"

Dmiritjevich sighed heavily.

"Once we are defeated, all of our Rus' will be slaughtered by the butcher's knives of the Tatars!"

"We can't afford to lose!"

"This ......"

Even if there are 10,000 unwillingness in the heart of the knight leader, he can only forcibly suppress it at this time.

Your Majesty is right!

If they lose to Lithuania, they may have a chance to live. But if they were defeated by the Tatars, with their brutal disposition to slaughter cities at every turn, their Rus' tribe would be exterminated.

"Your Majesty, do you just watch them ......?"

Dmiritjevic said coldly.

"They're just lustful and inward-looking, using this group of unarmed people to stand up for power!"

"If it had been the Tatars a hundred years ago, they would have ordered the siege of the city and slaughtered us all!"

"Oooh oh ......"

"So the Tatars are no longer good?"

"Yes!"

"They can't do it anymore, whether it's Lithuania, or Timur, and the Ming who just entered the Syr Darya region, they can defeat this group of damned Tatars!"

"When we send away this group of demons, let's immediately send someone to contact Da Ming and try every means to form an alliance with Da Ming......"

"Your Majesty, I am willing to go to Kangju City......"

Dmiritjevic shook his head when he heard this.

"No way!"

"You don't have enough weight, my father wants to personally go to see His Excellency the Governor of Daming in Kangju City!"

Kugroot had only killed a few hundred people when he saw the gate of Dmiritjevich Castle open, and an old man with a gray beard led a group of people to run out of the castle carrying boxes of gold, silver and jewelry.

"Stop!"

"Your Excellency's men have mercy!"

"The old man is here to send military pay to the lord on the order of the grand duke!"

When Gulroot heard this, he just wanted to shout to stop, when he heard a cold response from Edigar on the side.

"What did you do just now, and now you think of sending military salaries?"

"My Prince of the Golden Horde has already issued an order, and if you want him to withdraw the military order, at least one million dinars of gold will be required, are you sure you can get it?"

"Huh?"

"One million dinars!"

The Chancellor of the Exchequer was almost scared to death when he heard this, it is hard to say whether they can find a million gold coins in the entire Rus' country, where is he going to get so many gold coins for these damned Tatars?

"My lord, please raise your hand no matter what!"

"The servant knows that he is wrong, and the servant will try his best to raise military salaries for the adults to ensure that the adults are satisfied!"

"Oh?"

He should have smiled knowingly.

"Prince Hugroot, why don't we wait and see the sincerity of the Rus' people?"

Hugroot is actually very satisfied in his heart, even if the Rus people play a little trick, but they can receive so many taxes without spending a single soldier, which is enough to silence the mouths of those powerful people in the country.

But now look at the meaning of the amount, there may be an unexpected gain?

Therefore, he deliberately pretended to be angry and cooperated.

"Since the adults have spoken, General Ben has to give some face!"

"Pass the order down, stop the execution for the time being!"

"If the Rus' money is not satisfactory to General Ben, General Ben will not only kill all these lowly slaves, but also trample the entire Rus' castle to the ground!"

(End of chapter)