"That's pretty much it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

When William left Moscow, the capital of the empire, and headed south with his Praetorian Cavalry Brigade at the last moments, he said this to his father with a smile. Beside him was the general he trusted and most expected to cultivate, his aunt Freya, and on the other side, Charlumi, who looked very excited, but tried her best to hide her excitement.

This time the war was similar to the previous one, with both Charlumi, as William's Praetorian Guard, and Elise, William's personal secretary, following. It's pretty much traditional. At some point, many people joked that William was not a family, but a working group. William laughed it off and did not support or disagree. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

There are more and more idiots in this world, and there are fewer and fewer smart people. Therefore, the most important thing in life is to be happy and have a good mouth. As long as you can live happily, then it doesn't matter what others say.

With this in mind, William wanted to say something more to his father. It's just that in the end, nothing was said. The admonitions, the point, the core, and those things have been said enough before I left.

And William also believed that with the talent and ability of his father, Prince Otto, it was enough to say so much. Even William now regrets that he said too much.

Because in a certain situation, or in a certain way, talking too much is actually not a good thing. It will even cause his father to misunderstand and have negative emotions such as "Does the other party not believe in him?"

If that's the case, then William won't have more to gain than he gains.

So in the end, William just said "take care" and then turned around, stepped on the horse, and then approached again.

"My warriors, my friends, my Praetorian Guard!" William shouted to the cavalrymen around him, his voice was heard far and wide because of his fighting spirit, making sure that every cavalryman could hear him: "Now, we are going to fight!"

William exclaimed, "Our goal this time is not a country, not a province, not a region - but the whole, the whole, one civilization, one cultural sphere, one geographical location - we want to conquer the whole steppe! conquer the whole Zoroaster, conquer the whole India!"

Think about it, and feel honored! My Janissaries! Because you are now participating in the greatest expedition in the history of this world! Be moved and honored, the people who live in this empire, you live in an incomparably powerful country! The era in which you live is an incomparably great era!"

After William's encouraging words fell, the surrounding officials, generals, ordinary people, and everyone from top to bottom who were sending off the Praetorian Guard felt their blood boiling. They were so emotional, they couldn't help but shout and cheer loudly -

"Long live the Empire, long live His Majesty the Great Emperor, long live the Caesar of the Empire, long live Willem von Hereford, the eternal conqueror!"

"Long live the Empire! Long live the people, long live my invincible army!!"

William's voice in response also spread far and wide.

In this way, William and his Praetorian Guard departed. Even for a long time after their departure, the topic of what Wilhelm said to him, the expedition, the Great Expedition, was still something that the Goths of Moscow talked about.

On the other hand, there was an expedition of the Britons.

At the docks where Victoria's fleet was farewell, Her Majesty the Queen, who was more symbolic than practical, also attended the ceremony.

Although not as strong as William's vindictive cultivation, his sister in the sense of blood, Victoria de Normandy, also uttered a series of exciting words. It came through a mechanical loudspeaker. Because of the coincidence, although what she said was not exactly the same as William's, there were many similarities.

For example, they both mention two nouns.

"Great empires (kingdoms)" and "great times".

"I will return with glory and riches!"

Conclude with this sentence. A week after William's expedition began, Victoria also set out on his journey. One sea and one land, the two started the same war in different ways and from different starting points. This most chaotic, greatest, most cruel and most thrilling era has finally begun.

The large nomadic herd of Wilhelm von Hereford, after reaching Ruthenia, began to advance and was further elevated in the Cuman-Kipchak steppe. A few Cossack cavalry brigades, which had not yet been fully organized, and a few steppe nomadic tribes who had not had time to be trained, joined the expedition with their strongest warriors and a large number of livestock.

Of these, William behaved as if he were the most heroic and heroic of the Khans. He would laugh uncontrollably, ride the fastest horse, and reward any brave steppe warrior with unimaginable riches. In addition to this, he is also arguably the wildest and most cruel Khan. Anyone who offended him even the slightest, whoever he was, whether it was an ordinary slave, an ordinary herdsman, or even a little sweat and leader of any tribe, he would not hesitate to draw his sword himself and cut off the head of this rebellious man.

And so he wore a leather robe and a sheep's felt hat. Dressed in the most ornate steppe-style silk cloak, and an ornate armor with gold dragon patterns.

He and his Kedun slept in the largest and most ornate yurts, which required fifty of the strongest horses to move. The warriors around him, the most elite Janissaries Cavalry Brigade, the best sons from various military families, also abandoned their usual Western-style military dresses, and their favorite cavalry sabers, in favor of a nomadic attire, and the use of scimitars with a wider arc, which the steppe people were better at and loved.

Wilhelm von Hereford. Nowadays everything is moving in the direction of nomadism. Everything about him makes him look more like a powerful khan than a Caesar of a civilized empire.

All this allowed him to bring the whole Cuman-Kipchak steppe in the shortest possible time, those illiterate, backward, illiterate,

The stupid-headed nomads gathered in. These fellows may resist a Caesar of the Empire, who has a wealth of knowledge and is so high, but they will never refuse a young khan who is so brave, so cunning, and so good at war.

After learning all this, there were more nomads on the steppe, those who wanted to get ahead, those who couldn't stand loneliness, those who were greedy, those who were brave, and those who were ambitious, who were advancing towards William's Khan court as fast as they could. These numbers are hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands.

A great khan was going to make a great expedition to unite all the tribes, all the nomads of the whole steppe, under his banner. The mere thought of such an exciting event made the blood boil all the people of the entire Cuman-Kipchak steppe.

"It's horrible. Again, watching a group of warriors waving the Hereford family's modified double-headed eagle banner join, the Crimean Khan, who considered himself William's loyal dog, sighed.

Not just human nomads, the centaur, the heir and rightful heir of Sarida Khan, saw a large number of centaurs in William's army. They were being trained like everyone else, William's Praetorian guards and officers.

"Perhaps, all the centaurs of the entire steppe have gathered here, right?" thought to Crimean Khan, and then reconfirmed the idea that he had already confirmed once.

"It's horrible. ”

Even a guy like him, who thought he expected Mingzhe to protect himself, even a guy like him who had already been disheartened, couldn't help but get excited and excited after seeing all this. He still couldn't help but fantasize about how much he could gain in this war, how much booty, how many livestock, how many cattle and sheep, and how many slaves, as long as he thought about these things, the ambition that he thought had completely disappeared in the previous series of wars was resurrected in an instant.

Although he tried his best to tell himself that it would not be so simple, that it was an unprecedented war, and that William von Hereford, although the Imperial Caesar was very, very, very powerful warrior, commander and conqueror, even he might not be able to handle this war.

Taking a step back, he, as the legal successor of his predecessor, Sarida Khan, should theoretically also be a candidate for hegemony over the entire steppe. Under such circumstances, how could William von Hereford reassure himself, how could he possibly allow himself to grow and develop?

How could it be possible for the Tartalya Khanate to resurrect?

Just think about it. It is unlikely that many of them will get ahead in this war, and it is more likely that they will be replaced by new roles that have emerged in this war. In other words, most of them are supporting roles, and most of them are tricks.

But, just in case, just in case.

If William wasn't that small-bellied guy, if William really thought that "this guy is well-behaved and harmless enough, even if he gives him a little favor and window dressing", then wouldn't he be alive again?

What is his life now? William placed him in the northern part of the Crimean Peninsula, on the front line of the Ottoman Empire against the Dark Elves. In this kind of situation, where the two sides may misfire at any time and then a war breaks out, how can he think that he will die as cannon fodder. If the next thing had not gone wrong, then he would definitely have died in a border conflict. Then, William will be able to take everything back from him.

Just a little thought about this possibility, and his heart would be very scared, very afraid. For revival, the idea of reinvigorating glory or something will disappear without a trace.

But, again, what if, what if?

Even if there is only a 1 in 10,000 chance, it is enough for the Crimean Khan to desperately fight. He decided to present himself as much as possible in this war, to show William as much as possible his efforts and loyalty, and to please as much as possible the ruler who had come in, more and more moody, and commanded his army in the manner of the Khan of the steppe.

Yes, even he thinks so, not to mention others.

In his own way, William raised the morale of this army to incredible heights. He felt that even now, without any technological and equipment advantages, with such morale and a large number of nomadic cavalry, he could easily win against his enemies.