Thirty-Six Grassland

Chris is going to sit in Serris City, and some people have to travel far. A newly emerging country naturally has many diplomatic chores to deal with.

Strid, who became the foreign minister of the Duchy of Ireland, has now fully entered his role. He took the goods all the way north, and entered the grassland empire on the day the earth fort became the land under the rule of the Duchy of Ireland Hill.

Now, he has come to the king's tent of the steppe empire. Among a group of warriors as strong as calves, he slowly walked into the hall of the Khan of the steppe empire.

Although the world still calls the capital of the grassland empire the king’s tent, in fact it has long since become a city where the most powerful warriors in the grasslands live, and the fattest cattle and sheep in the grasslands are kept in captivity.

In fact, for a long time, there has never been an envoy from the south to negotiate with the king's tent of the Prairie Empire. After the Arrant Empire became the dog leg of the Magic Empire, the Prairie Empire would no longer be able to go south to harass the Arrant Empire.

They can only loot some things in Hanhai and Beijun and other places, and then return to their own grasslands in the north-the barren grasslands have no magic concentrate to provide to the Holy Demon Empire, so they can only live in despair in the north. on.

The reason why the Arrant Empire did not go north to destroy the grassland empire was actually the same as the fact that the Holy Demon Empire did not destroy the Arrant Empire: because it was too poor to despise that barren land.

However, Chris does not think that the grassland empire is useless and useless. He thinks that at least it can provide him with animal power and raw materials such as cotton. It is a good natural ally to form an alliance!

So he sent Stryd, hoping that he could complete the covenant between Ailan Hill and the Prairie Empire, and form a strategic partnership between the two countries - Ailan Hill could use the Prairie Empire as a dumping ground for commodities, and The Prairie Empire can export raw materials to Alan Hill in exchange for more living materials.

It's definitely a win-win business, so Chris doesn't think the other side would reject such an alliance at all. Because Ailan Hill really holds too many necessities of life in the Prairie Empire.

Not to mention, in the past two months, the salt that Ailan Hill exported to the Prairie Empire made the Prairie Empire extremely dependent. Counting iron and other things, Ailan Hill has more economic intrusion and control over the Prairie Empire than at any time in history.

Nicholas Weiss leaned back in his chair and looked down at Strid who walked in ahead with his eyes, as if he didn't seem to want to speak.

Beside him, a minister in a robe looked at Stryd, and asked with a long voice, pretending to be majestic: "You, the envoy from the south, what exactly are you here for?"

"I'm here to sign a covenant with the Prairie Empire." Stried introduced himself: "On behalf of the Duchy of Ailan Hill, convey the will of eternal peace."

"We have always been at peace." On the other side, a general with a saber on his waist joked with a very disgusting opening.

The surrounding prairie empire generals all burst into laughter. They go south several times a year, and their main target is the northernmost Vast Sea.

"I'm here on behalf of Archduke Alan Hill Chris, and I'm here with great sincerity. If the Prairie Empire doesn't want to live peacefully with us, then I can leave immediately." Stried contemptuously Looking at the generals of the grassland empire, he said coldly.

His words made many fierce generals look angry, but before they could speak to counterattack, the minister in the robe on the other side took the lead and said: "We have always abided by the covenant, and peace is what we long for... However, we The treaty seems to be signed with Arland, not Alan Hill."

"Alan Hill is a duchy that was entrusted by His Majesty the Emperor of the Arlantean Empire..." Stried argued with reason.

"In the treaty that year, although our grassland empire was defeated, there are still hundreds of thousands of cavalry soldiers waiting for the battle. The six castles in the northeast were originally the hunting grounds that Arante left us back then..." The minister showed off his force and threatened Stride Road.

In his opinion, the wealthy Alan Hill was simply the best target for looting. The other party has salt and cloth, iron and all kinds of other wonderful things. Snatching these things will greatly ease the poverty of the grassland empire.

Stried smiled slightly and asked back: "Then, if one day, Ailan Hill goes hunting on the grasslands, will your grassland empire also welcome it?"

"Bold!" A military general wanted to get out of the queue with a long knife, but was stopped by the minister with his eyes. Other generals who wanted to step forward saw the minister's face, and they all suppressed the urge to be violent.

I saw that the minister took two steps forward after stopping the general who came out, looked at Strid and asked, "Actually, I really want to know, why do you... dare to cross Arant Empire, talk to us about the covenant."

Hearing what the other party said, Strid grinned, he looked at Nicholas Weiss, who was still sitting on the throne, and asked, "Since I want to see our strength, then I will first Bring the gift that our Grand Duke presents to His Majesty."

The minister frowned, then nodded, agreeing to Stried's request. Soon, two Alan Hill soldiers carried a not huge wooden box and walked to Strid's side.

They opened the wooden box, revealing a long thing inside. None of the people present could recognize this thing, but this thing has a loud name in Ireland Hill: Mauser 98K!

Reaching out his hand, he took out the brand-new Mauser 98K rifle from the box. Stried unskilledly pulled the bolt, pushed a bullet to the barrel, and then pointed at the distant column, making a light statement. pulled the trigger.

"Bah!" After a gunshot, all the guards and generals at the scene pulled out their waist knives in fright, wanting to step forward to stop Strid, who was holding a dangerous weapon.

However, Strid put the weapon back in the box, and then looked at the generals of the grassland empire who would only show their bravery with contempt: "This is the Mauser rifle developed by us in Alan Hill, and the Grand Duke asked me to send it to me. To you, Your Majesty."

While speaking, Strid pointed to the Mauser 98K rifle in the box and said, "If the Prairie Empire is willing to form an alliance with us, we will supply enough iron, cloth, salt and the like. , will never be deducted.”

"If the Prairie Empire insists on going south and wants to face off against the Duchy of I love Lan Hill, then I love Lan Hill 50,000 soldiers who are equipped with this weapon and will welcome your warriors!" After saying this, Strid waved his hand, and the two Alan Hill soldiers put down the box, turned around and retreated, without even looking at the sharp knives surrounding them.

The mighty Nicholas Vis-Khan finally rose from his throne, his body as massive as a wall. He stepped on the soft wool carpet and walked to Stryd's side before he said, "You had a chance to kill me just now."

"If Your Majesty insists on fighting against Ailan Hill, we in Ailan Hill are more accurate than me. There are too many soldiers." Stried didn't give in half a step, staring at the opponent's eyes and counterattacked.

Weiss Khan himself bent over, took out the rifle from the box, and handed it to Stried: "Again, I was far away just now and couldn't see clearly."

Taking the rifle in Khan's hand, Stridra moved the bolt, reloaded a new round, and then handed it back to Nicholas Weiss Khan.

The burly and unusually large Nicholas Weiss took the rifle, heard Strid's simple explanation, then took up the rifle and took a shooting posture, using the black muzzle, aiming at the standing Strid. Terry: "Pull this thing called the trigger and you're dead?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, if you pull this trigger, I will die." Stried nodded. He felt a very dangerous aura, it was a shivering aura that the ruler exuded for a long time.

Nicholas Weiss succeeded to the throne when he was seven years old and became a great khan. In more than 20 years, he built the entire grassland empire into the strongest grassland empire in history, relying on ruthlessness and fighting.

Now, he is motivated to kill, so the shuddering aura he exudes is so dense that it's hard to breathe.

"Bah!" Weiss pulled the trigger, not aiming at Stryd. He hit the general who had been shouting to loot south with one shot, and the bullet easily pierced through the armor that the general was wearing, leaving a small hole in it that was far less traumatic than a bow and arrow.

However, the general was much more miserable than being shot by a bow and arrow. He widened his eyes and tried to cover the wound on his chest, but found that he was so strong that he couldn't even lift his arms.

He struggled to stay where he was, but staggered backwards. It wasn't until he lay on the ground, with blood soaking his back, that he realized how powerful the things in Great Khan's hands were.

"Uh..." He wanted to speak, but he only made a dull hum and closed his eyes forever. And around him, the group of generals who didn't dare to move again, watched the corpse on the ground and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then stabilized their minds.

"The decision has been made! Prairie and Alan Hill...peace!" Nicholas Weiss lowered the muzzle and pulled the bolt again, as skilled as a gunslinger who has been trained for a long time: "This thing is good !I love so much!"