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Chapter 1521 Rename
Grand Duke Belsky was very embarrassed, and his heart was very bitter.

He was indeed exiled during the power struggle, but after all, there was still his uncle Godunov in the court, and he was considered a strong soldier when he led the army to leave Moscow.

At that time, Moscow heard that there were [-] enemies of the newly colonized Siberian Khanate in the east, and he was not afraid.

The result was miserable.

"What the fuck is [-], I don't know which son of a bitch lied about the military situation, but I saw more than [-] people with my own eyes!"

The wine glass contained the wine sold by the English merchant, and was smashed down by Grand Duke Beliski angrily. The expensive silver cup was smashed and deformed, and the bright red wine spilled all over the table. There was a small ruby ​​in the middle that should have been on the cup .

Beside him are Shuysky of the abolitionists, the bishop of Nizhny Novgorod and some local nobles.

Shuysky didn't come here specifically to find his political opponent Belisky. He himself was a nobleman of Nizhny Novgorod and the warlord of Nizhny Novgorod.

"What's the use of talking about it now?"

Shuisky, who was fully armed, patted the old long wooden table with his powerful arms: "Bring back Seri's youngest son!"

Seri is the tsar, a pronunciation change of Caesar.

He is wearing a set of Tsarist Russian military equipment that is the symbol of this era. The armor made of large armor protects the entire upper body without losing lightness. He wears a pair of armored shoulder guards and armored arm guards. Lined mail protection.

On the head is a helmet with gold-plated glyphs, also nailed with eyebrows, that is, the brim, and a vertical iron bar fixed by screws is inserted in the middle of the brim. For protection, the upper part is used as decoration on the eyebrow cover.

There is also a delicate hollow structure in the middle of the ear protectors draped on both sides, which is conducive to timely auditory feedback on the battlefield.

Basically, the armor is a continuation of the style of the Golden Horde, and the helmet has a strong pirated Ottoman temperament.

But with this kind of thing, it's really hard to say who can learn from whom. Just like the imitation of Japanese guns and Portuguese muskets in Ming Dynasty, the most successful way of military communication is always war.

In war, discover the enemy's excellent crystallization of wisdom, so as to consider two issues.

One is whether you can restrain the opponent's advantage; the other is whether you can use it to your own advantage.

It is normal for the armor of the Raksha Kingdom to have the style of the Golden Horde. Before the rebellion of the Grand Duchy of Moscow, they were originally members of the Golden Horde; the story of the influence of the Ottoman style helmets is more tortuous and bizarre.

This mere helmet is proof of the constant battles between the Grand Duchy of Moscow and Tsarist Russia, Poland, Lithuania, and the Crimean Khanate.

In fact, although the two are considered political enemies in terms of the political views of the tsar's successor, Shuisky is indeed the last person in Moscow who wants Grand Duke Belsky to suffer defeat on the front line-the successor he supports, the still young Jimmy Terry is on the front lines.

It's good now, the heir I supported fell into the hands of the enemy, and no one would let him abolish it if he wanted to abolish it. Could it be possible to depose the current mentally handicapped Tsar Feordo as the Tsar?

Besides, not to mention that Nizhny Novgorod is only [-] miles away from Moscow. That is the czar's business. His territory is here. Great nobles were reduced to petty nobles with empty titles.

After all, wealth is the most important thing in this era. Without wealth and a title, it is nothing.

In Tsarist Russia, fiefdoms and serfs were the greatest wealth.

"What do you use to get the youngest son back? Do you know how many of them there are? The general said he had a million troops. He knew that it took a month and a half to get from the middle of the army to the front after the war broke out."

"impossible!"

As soon as Belsky finished speaking, Shuisky said categorically: "The entire Siberian Khan has less than one million subjects, men, women and children. How could there be a million troops? He is lying to you."

"No, they are not the troops of the Siberian Khan, but Kuchu Khan's men joined them. They come from farther east than the Tatars. They wear different armor and use different weapons."

Belsky added: "I saw their flag, a face climbing a ladder."

As he spoke, Grand Duke Belsky dipped in the red wine spilled on the table, drew a '囧' and a 'month' on the table with his finger, and said seriously: "Just like this, this man has wrinkles. Eyebrows and mouth drooping, right by the ladder."

Shuisky frowned and looked at the face on the table that was also frowning, and asked slowly after a while, "What does this flag mean? Why do they hold such a flag?"

Belsky's answer to him could only be shaking his head: "I don't know, they do have a lot of people, no less than 10 people are chasing me, every castle they pass will be breached, even the bravest nobles Unable to resist them, thousands of good fighters died in Perm."

The bishop, who had been silent all this time, finally found a chance to intervene, and opened his arms and said with emotion: "It's so pitiful, they can't be buried in the land cared for by the gods, and their souls will burn in purgatory forever."

But obviously, in the positions of Belsky and Shuisky, they lack the respect that ordinary people have for bishops.

The higher a person's status may not be able to make them understand the nature of the world, but they must be very clear about the dominance relationship between people and the nature of power.

They were not necessarily impious, but just as Philip wrote to blame the Pope, they knew very well that the gods were neither in the church nor in the old monk who was bald on the top of his head.

The two glared at the bishop at the same time, especially Shuysky, the governor of the Connaught. His fief was inherited from the family, but the power in his hand was joined as a young nobleman.

Hearing this, he became angry, walked behind the bishop and clapped his hands heavily on his shoulders, saying: "In this case, bishop, you should go to the Perm battlefield under the Ural Mountains and bury them properly, this is what great Christians should do. "

"This……"

"You dare not go?"

Shuisky walked across from the bishop, without a smile on his face: "If you don't dare to go, you can honestly eat, drink and have fun in my fief, and stop talking like a Venetian bitch, except for eating me to the point of bankruptcy."

Having said that, the old soldier turned his head and said with a little worry to Belsky: "If they really have 100 million troops, they will be in trouble..."

Suddenly, the wooden door of the dining room was knocked, and a castle guard dressed in armor in the style of the Golden Horde entered the door, with a nervous face, he said: "My lord, the enemy's envoy is outside the city. Read out the terms of the agreement."

Shuisky asked, "On what terms?"

"They want to use the Volga River as the border, and the two countries will stop fighting. There is also a strange request."

"What strange request?"

"Nizhny Novgorod will be renamed... Nerchinsk."

　good morning!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)