People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 106 Tartar and Rus (fourth more)
Taixifeng is the world of Zoroastrianism, the well-deserved number one city.

It has a population of more than 50. In the heyday of the previous Sasanian Dynasty, including tourists, the settled population here reached millions.

An endless stream of caravans from the East and the West are here for trade transfer.

The nomads in the north, the native states of Tianzhu, the Turkic tribes in Asia Minor, and the mountain people in the Caucasus paid tribute here every year.

This is also the source of the Sassanian title King of Kings.

The eunuchs in white robes carried the imperial chariot on their shoulders, and the noble King of Kings was sitting cross-legged on this gilded ivory imperial chariot, overlooking the majestic Tigris River below the city wall.

He threw a crystal-clear pomegranate into his mouth, and while chewing, he asked, "How is Saladin's offensive going?"

Palace Minister Mustafa said respectfully: "I am still blocked at the gate of Kaleburg and cannot enter."

The Sassanid Dynasty was an independent country, the king of kings, not only a secular ruler, but also the patriarch recognized by all Zoroastrians.

The Sasanian King of Kings, Bahram VI, let out a sigh of relief: "I must also recognize the bravery of the Franks. It should be my duty to recover the lost holy land, but"

His face was a little livid: "This Saladin, why does he dare to presume to launch jihad? Isn't this the authority given to the patriarch by the holy fire?"

Only implements and names cannot be given to others.

The King of Kings is very contradictory. On the one hand, he is too lazy to recover the holy land far away from Taixifeng, because he can't get real benefits; on the other hand, he doesn't want others to complete this great cause on his behalf.

Mustafa said in a deep voice: "My lord, it is the will of the people to recover the Holy Land and take revenge on the brutal Franks, and Saladin also followed the trend. If he succeeds, his reputation will be in the sky, but it is still impossible to compare with you. And if it fails, the chiefdoms under his command that were forcibly integrated will rebel again, and the huge kingdom will fall apart in an instant."

Bahram VI snorted coldly: "Not only that, if he loses his troops and loses his generals in front of the Franks, I will personally lead the army to attack him!"

Mustafa whispered: "My king, there is another matter. The Khan of the Eastern Liao Kingdom (Xiliao) has sent an envoy to invite you to form an alliance to fight against the newly rising Tatars on the grassland."

"Heh, the Khitan king doesn't want to pay tribute to me. A few years ago, he supported my ineffective younger brother and planned to split the land and divide the territory. How can such wolves and beasts deserve to form an alliance with me?"

Bahram VI dismissed this.

His eyes and energy are all focused on the Mediterranean coast. After taking Jerusalem, his reputation will be in full swing, and he will go straight to Saladin, the king of kings.

Mustafa remonstrated: "My lord, the rise of the Tatars on the grasslands is indeed shocking. It is said that even the overlord of the east, the country of gold, has suffered successive defeats in front of the Tatars."

King Sassan laughed and said: "The territory I rule, not counting those fortresses, there are thousands of big cities with names and surnames alone!
My soldiers and horses, gather together, throw the whip into the Tigris River, and the river will be stopped,

Wasn't the Tang Empire, which was so powerful in the past, still defeated by my ancestors?Mere Tatars, let them bite dogs with Liao people! "

This is the far north from Jerusalem, a city in the boundless permafrost and black forest, the mother city of the Rus States - Kievan Rus.

A majestic man with his upper body naked threw the head of a giant beast on the frozen ground outside the palace.

The giant beast's head was covered with black triangular scales, like the branch-like horns of a spear, and was stained with scraped flesh.

The head fell to the ground, and white mist suddenly appeared from the broken neck, and the blood that flowed out was like boiling oil, creaking.

The Patriarch from Greece was taken aback, and stammered: "Father above, Your Excellency, how can you personally lead troops to fight against the dragon regardless of your own safety?"

Grand Duke Vladimir, Vsevolid III opened his arms and showed his unscathed chest to the patriarch: "Haha, it's just a weevil dragon flying from the north for the winter, it's a small animal with a maximum size of two cows My guard, with a round of diabolium spears, nailed it in the cave."

"Tanned its head and made it into a decoration. I will take it back to Vladimir to show my bravery to my subjects."

His eyes were sharp, and he suddenly thought of something, and said, "I know that the Greek emperor sent you here to recruit more Varangian guards.

But I warn you, you must follow my wishes and go to the Duchy of Ross I designated to recruit people, and you must not confuse or incite my personal guards.

Otherwise, I don't mind leading my army to join forces with the Bulgarians to attack your city of Constantinople and capture your Greek queen to pour wine and warm my bed. "

The Patriarch remained silent, nodded repeatedly and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will definitely not go against your will."

The so-called Patriarch is actually an ordinary Orthodox priest who was captured by Grand Duke Vladimir many years ago in this bitter cold place, and now he has become the link between Constantinople and the Ross states. It's a mess.

Trans Jordan, City of Montreal.

When the knights walked out of the castle again, their faces were still full of fear and disbelief.

"Heavenly Father, is there really an evil spirit at work?"

"Is that lizard-like corpse we saw underground really Lord Humphrey?"

"It's not false. I have been with the Sir since I was a child. One of his little toes is broken, and there is a deep scar on the back of his neck. It was cut by a hook sickle when he was playing."

"What kind of character is this Baron Lothar?"

"Have you ever thought that there are only two kinds of people who can kill the evil god's family?"

"One is a saint, and the other is a dependent of another evil god."

"No, maybe the two female relatives beside him are powerful witches? Didn't the emperor of the Germans build a tower of witches?"

The faces of the knights were wonderful.

They said to their attendants and sergeants: "Retire, Baron Lothar is innocent, he is not a murderer, but a hero worthy of respect."

"Sorry, my lord, we misunderstood you."

Lothar said generously: "It's okay, no one can imagine that their loyal lord will be bewitched by evil gods. This is a rare thing in the whole European continent."

Someone knelt in front of Lothar: "My lord, please forgive me for being disrespectful to you."

Lothar said with a generous face: "It's you, knight, I forgive you, but the duel between you and my subordinate Pepin will still go ahead as scheduled."

The knight with acne all over his face suddenly looked bitter: "Ah, here."

"Everyone, my female relatives were frightened and are still unconscious. I leave it to you to select the guards. I have to go back and take care of them earlier."

After finishing speaking, Lothar really left with Prajna, without the slightest thought of getting involved in the ruling power of the city.

Looking at Lothar's back.

Someone whispered: "Let me just say it's a witch. If it's a mistress, he won't be so blatant. If it's a wife, he won't be unknown in the aristocratic world. If it's a maid, there's no need to care so much."

"My God, it's not surprising that an emperor, a king, or a grand duke can get the allegiance of a witch, but he's just a baron."

"The top priority now is to immediately elect a guard officer for Montreal. As Baron Lothar said, maintaining the stability of Montreal is the most important thing right now.

If there is a riot, or it is impossible to provide sufficient supplies for the crusaders who came from afar, even if the Earl forgives our sin of failing to protect the little master, His Majesty the King will not forgive our negligence. "

The knight said sternly: "When the time comes, we will all be hanged on the gallows."

(End of this chapter)