Chapter 328

This time, instead of bows and arrows, they used a crossbow that could fire three arrows at a time.

The place where they hit is also very clever. They always shoot at the bottom of their feet, only wearing the lower part of leggings and leather boots, without armor protection.

These top heavy and light guard groups, however, in a moment, became rolling with their feet, and lost the combat effectiveness that a heavy armor infantry regiment should have.

And this strange confrontation, from its beginning to its end, is only an hour. For both sides of the war, it is as short as a moment.

At this time, the commander of the Legion knew what panic was.

But at this point, he had no way out. Behind him was the capital of the grand duchy, and in front of him, the collapsing army was the strongest and only fighting force in the duchy.

It's over.

For the glory of Archduke Vladimir!

Thinking of the head of the army here, with the belief of death, he pulled out his broad sword. He looked at several brothers fighting side by side, patted the shoulder of the commander of the first group army, and some confessed: "I shouldn't laugh at you as a coward."

"What's more, you shouldn't take the news you brought as exaggerated words. It's too late to regret now."

"I just hope that some of us will be lucky enough to survive. As long as our Legion is thrown away, the hope of restoring the glory of the principality will still be there."

But the first army commander who was photographed just smiled bitterly. He was not as optimistic as the other party at all. He just pressed the helmet on his head and said a word that everyone didn't understand: "you will always know that no one can escape under the devil."

With that, he rushed to the team of Golden Camel cavalry that was getting closer and closer.

In an instant, the last command guards were entangled with the army of Mongolia.

Unfortunately, their high force did not allow them to survive too long.

However, the scene where there was a huge fight just now has become quiet.

Gu Zheng sat on a tall horse. The horses under his body were so white that he could not see a trace of miscellaneous hair. Only the hair like black flame grew on the four horses' hoofs and fluttered in the wind.

It's like a god stepping on Hellfire, with the smell of death.

But as his horse's hooves rattled past the battlefield, the commander of the second army understood the meaning of the last words his old friend said to him in the end.

Because it was the young general who walked through a layer of corpses, and then left a desperate word.

"All suspected undead bodies shall be repaired with knives, stripped of heavy armor, and weapons shall be collected and managed uniformly."

"The rest of the treasures are on a first come, first served basis. As for the rest of the bodies, they are piled there and burned."

"I am a good man. I have avoided the spread of a plague in such weather. After all, I can't harm my future people because of the impact of this war, can I?"

And those lying on the ground pretending to be dead, those who had the same idea as the head of the second army, were: ha ha.

Then, when they couldn't escape, there was a small-scale resistance on the battlefield. Unfortunately, under Gu Zheng's order, they were like helpless spray. In a moment, they calmed down.

On the land outside Dagong, there is a hillside, and the flowers are always the most beautiful.

It's a long time ago. People don't remember why.

Only the spirit echoing here can tell in the dead of night against the wind.

Such a long future has nothing to do with Gu Zheng.

Now he was looking up at the city with only stone gates, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

More than 80% of the barriers are built with rough wooden structures. They are so weak and helpless in front of the giant siege vehicles.

Even Gu Zheng didn't bother. He just put a few rounds of tung oil rockets, which made the city a sea of fire.

In this modern society, an absolute military power, in this world, the fragile is like a piece of paper. You can't even see the rush of a reinforcements.

This made Gu Zheng, who had driven his horse in the streets of the Principality of Vladimir, turn his eyes helplessly.

The dark architectural style, dirty and narrow streets, the smell of cattle, sheep and pig feces, and the body smell belonging to the oroth people make the city a dirty and poor distribution center.

And this is one of the few big cities in Russia.

This makes Gu Zheng, who doesn't want to pay much attention, a little unbearable.

When they thought that their army had reached the bottom of the Archduke's castle and it would take some time to conquer, the supreme ruler of the principality opened the gate of the castle and surrendered.

This makes the Mongolian people who are ready for battle shrivel like balloons.

But who's to blame?

Can the Archduke who has lost the protection of force be regarded as the aristocrat in the kingdom of dauros?

No, the people around him will divide him up like a steak.

Looking at the castle with four open doors, Gu Zheng and his party were not polite at all. They didn't even get off the horse, so they swayed in leisurely.

When they arrived at the main gate of the hall where horses could not get in at all, they turned over and got off the horse, just like wandering in the grassland in their backyard, and walked into a duke's castle and palace.

As soon as I entered the house, I immediately felt the double heaven of ice and fire.

I can't see anything here about the mess belonging to the poor.

There are marble floors with fine lines, stair fences painted with gold powder, and paintings from Europe that symbolize the latest genre.

There are also porcelain transported all the way from songguo.

Everything here is shining, indicating the prosperity of the Archduke and the unimaginable exquisite life.

Gu Zheng took the lead and finished the tour of the first floor hall of the three storey castle.

Then he sat down at the top of the banquet living room, carelessly buttoned the whip in his hand on the palm, and asked, "tell me, you surrendered without resistance? What are your requirements?"

Duke Vladimir was very humble and walked to Gu Zheng's seat, lowered his arrogant head and gave a deep salute.

"As the defeated side, any unreasonable request I make is a blasphemy to the victor."

"I just have a very humble little request. I just hope that your majesty, the respected general, can forgive the offenses of the defeated and surround the life of my family."

"I am willing to dedicate all my family's territory to your hands. I just hope you can let us keep a little property and let us leave."

Hearing Vladimir's request, Gu Zheng smiled in his chair. He leaned back and said something that made the other party feel a trace of joy: "I'm hungry."

"As the original owner here, you should show the greatest sincerity."

Then Gu Zheng seemed to miss someone, and suddenly said the dishes he wanted to try in very standard Russian: "some people say that when your hosts entertain guests from far away, no matter how rich the dishes are, they will prepare them a 'bread with salt'?"

Hearing Gu Zheng's words, Archduke Vladimir was surprised.

In his opinion, the leader who did not know the language at all did not need to translate, but directly spoke their language.

It makes him incredible.

However, he did not dare to neglect it, but clapped his hands behind him, indicating that his old housekeeper would now step down and order the kitchen to hold a banquet.

This banquet also became the beginning of the first meal for the orossians with a group of Mongolian generals.

As the family members of the surrendering party, the relatives of Duke Vladimir were very friendly and invited to the table by Gu Zheng and others.

Then, the so-called nobles at this table saw the informal way of eating by Mongolian people.

In order to take care of the Oriental people's appetite, the top-grade calf steak was fried to be seven times cooked. When the Archduke's relatives began to cut the meat with knives and forks, they found that the Mongolian elders were staring at this small piece of meat that was not enough to fill their teeth. They didn't start to move until the medical officer tasting the food confirmed the five poisons.

This action really means literally.

Several generals bared their teeth and said hot, then put the whole steak to their mouth, vigorously pulled down half of the meat, and tore it in their mouth.

There are a few people who are particularly unhappy. They picked up the knife next to them, cut the meat into small pieces like hands, and then threw it into their mouth piece by piece.

Only one person behaved completely differently, that is Gu Zheng.

As a modern person, it is very casual to have a Western steak or something.

But Gu Zheng, who had a bad taste, did not. He extended a hand to the servants around him, while the waiter who had cooperated with him many times was very skilled, so he handed a pair of snow-white silver chopsticks to Gu Zheng.

Then, with the most elegant gesture in the world, he stabbed the chopsticks at the steak like a lollipop, and then turned the chopsticks into a DIY very successful barbecue cake.

It's very convenient to eat in this way.

After taking a big bite, Gu Zheng did not forget to show off his works in front of the generals who grabbed them with their hands.

"You see, people like this will make trouble for themselves when they eat."

"Western dining culture is a kind of self bondage, and we are free from Mongolian people, but it's still troublesome to wash our hands."

"Look at me. Using loose chopsticks not only solves the inconvenience of grasping meat and cleaning, but also does not hinder my heroic freedom to eat. How good."

"It's like marching and fighting. You people just have to arrange troops according to those dogmas. It's strange that we can't lose when we meet the wind."

Then he smiled at Duke Vladimir, stuffed all the meat chopsticks into his mouth, and said the final judgment of the devil.

"Thank you for your generous banquet, but I want to remind you."

Gu Zheng very domineering pointed to the plate under his hand and said, "the food we eat now," and pointed to the towering and gorgeous Castle: "and the castle where I am."

"Since my army stepped into this territory, it belongs not only to the army of Mongolia, but also to Hai guduzheng, the bravest king of China Khan in Mongolia."

"And you said to give me the land and keep the wealth?"

"I can only say I'm sorry, because these are my wealth. How can you give them to me?"

"You, including your family, according to the tradition of Mongolia, have become my slave since I stepped into this house."

"But don't worry, I've never been interested in old slaves. You're so knowledgeable. I can give you freedom so that you can leave here at any time."

"It's just"... Gu Zheng picked his eyebrows and threw the greasy chopsticks on the snow-white tablecloth: "you can't take any wealth that belongs to me, do you understand?"

"If you understand, after this meal, you can pack light with your family."

Then Gu Zheng leaned back and complained, "this chair is really TM hard, which is far worse than the wool soft bed of the Persian king."

After Gu Zheng finished these words, the Mongols laughed. The interpreter on one side translated for the Duke's family with an unspeakable sense of pleasure.

This made these aristocrats who were used to enjoying themselves turn black and ugly immediately.

Without their own wealth, the nobles who were expelled from the territory, like them, did not live as comfortably as the ordinary poor.

They don't even know what to do for a living. Even if they go to the territory of their friends, they will be treated by others as declining inferiors.

Everyone in the family looked serious. Only one person was not angry but happy when he heard the last sentence of the translator, and his face turned red with excitement.

When her family was silent, she boldly looked in the direction of Gu Zheng. Her sapphire blue eyes were shining, and her eyes were full of desire to explore.

"Dear general, or King Khan? That's a strange title. Maybe it's the prince of Mongolia?"

Gu Zheng, who was asked, still returned carelessly with his eyes closed: "let's count it for the time being."

"Well, you certainly won't adapt to my dining chair. After all, if you want to rest alone, you must go to bed."

"You know, my bedroom is equipped with the most fashionable soft bed from the French Empire. People sleep on it like falling into a dream like a cloud."

"How's it going? Your majesty, my prince, are you interested in coming with me? Oh, by the way, go and see the latest big bed that belongs to you, and..." after saying this, ye Kalina, dressed in a treasure blue silk close fitting skirt, stood up from her seat, held her white breast high, and continued with some pride: "What about the beautiful woman who will appear in your bed?"