Now the entire Duchy of Dien Scotch is in turmoil. The only reinforcements that may be obtained are Egir, who claimed to be the Tsar. For this reason, Catherine II finally made up his mind to submit to the Norman Empire, paying tribute every year to come to the court in exchange for reinforcements from the Norman Empire.

"But this means that we recognize the position of the Normans as the Tsarist. The future of Moscow will be." Thinking of this, Catherine II sighed a little. He knew that at least when Egil was alive, she won the position of the Tsarist, and her long-cherished wish to unify the entire Ross could not be realized. Even, it was already a arduous task to preserve her original part in the hands of such an aggressive terrifying emperor.

"In other words, I can only try it with my descendants." Catherine II sighed like this, then glanced at the crown prince Paul who sat next to him and seemed very impatient.

Very dissatisfied.

Although he didn't say anything, his frowning brows indicated that the eldest daughter's current irritability was. She was extremely dissatisfied with her only son. He was cowardly, suspicious, cruel and arbitrary. Whether it was his appearance or personality, it was almost a copy of his father Peter III. Every time he saw her, he reminded her of her original husband and the period when she had been with her husband.

Of course, these things are all small things. Caterina II is not the kind of monarch who judges people by appearance. Speaking of which, Paul is also her only son. However, because Caterina II herself is not in a proper position, many nobles from the Grand Duchy prefer the crown prince Paul. They hope to make him the Grand Duke even. At the beginning, they had a plan to bypass Caterina II and directly let Paul as the throne, and Caterina II was the regent. Of course, this plan was not implemented in the end.

Catherine II hurriedly claimed that she was the eldest daughter of the female master.

Therefore, fierce conflicts broke out between mother and son for power and status. Even a few years ago, in order to stabilize his power, Catherine II asked Paul to disguise himself as the excuse of "exploring foreign national affairs" and drove out of the Grand Duchy of Moscow with the pseudonym of the Northern Earl.

Of course, Paul, who was only twenty-seven or eight years old at the time, could not stand the suffocating palace environment in Moscow. In fact, he was quite satisfied with his mother's decision.

It's just that the location was wrong.

When I went abroad to travel and learn from foreign advanced experience, the most important thing I should go to was the traditional European power, and the Eastern Roman Empire, which also believed in Orthodoxism as the Grand Principal of Moscow. At the beginning, Caterina II told Paul that he would also go to Eastern Rome. However, at this moment, the rebellious mentality of the crown prince had an effect. He did not listen to his mother, but went all the way west.

At that time, Moscow was in chaos in the West because of the demise of the United Kingdom of Lithuania. After n robberies, the young man was almost completely disappointed with the West. He secretly regretted not listening to Catherine II and when he went to Eastern Rome obediently, they entered the Livornia area taken over by the Norman Empire.

"What the hell is going on?"

After just coming to Norman from a chaotic Eastern Europe, this sharp contrast made Paul feel incredibly neat streets. The endless field-shaped manors. Various beautifully decorated taverns, hotels, entertainment venues, fountains, public bathrooms, and public baths. Of course, if only these were the only ones, the young master would not have shocked him. What really shocked him was the garrison army stationed here, which was still the training of the Norman army controlled by General Evan. The neat and orderly...the high morale of the shiny armor, the volley of the crossbowmen, the tomahawk throws of the infantry, the wild but disciplined charge, and their fanatical worship and extreme loyalty to Egierskadragrimsson, who was still the king at that time.

"Is this the most elite unit of the king?!" He was even more shocked when he asked people very eagerly and finally got the answer.

"No, this is just a local garrison force. The main force is around the emperor and is directly under the emperor. They have heavy cavalry, royal knights, and knight guards in armor made of silver." The local nobles answered him.

"Oh...it's actually, no, it should be like this." Paul was excited. In the following days, he took a boat to Scandinavia and the British Isles.

Any territory of the Norman Empire seemed to be full of vitality, neat and clean. What impressed him even more was the psychology of the Norman people, the absolute obedience and fanatical worship of the Norman Emperor.

When writing to his mother, he said: "In this country, there is a feeling of order everywhere. The laws of this country are very clear, and there are clear legal provisions for any matter. At the same time, all things in this country seem to be manipulated in the hands of its king, and all rights belong to the king. The officials who specifically manage the state are appointed by the king. The king arranges their official positions according to their talents and expertise, and can also replace them at will. This is different from all countries I know, those that have gained power by their noble status and family power. I believe that such a country is the direction of Moscow's development in the future. His Majesty Egil, who created this system, is definitely the greatest person of this era."

So Caterina II sadly discovered that after his son had gone around Norman, he became a fanatical admirer of Norman Emperor Egil I. He advocated comprehensive reforms in accordance with the political system of the Norman Empire to promote the advancement of the Grand Duchy of Moscow. He was close to the Norman Empire in diplomacy. Before, Caterina II announced that he would express his surrender to the Norman Empire, and the happiest person was the crown prince Paul. He even said good things to her, a mother...

"If the future of the Principality is relied on this guy, it would be over. Fortunately, I have a very smart grandson..." Catherine II turned his eyes to the side again, following the thin twelve-year-old boy next to his son.

Her grandson, Alexander I, was smarter and more likable than his father. The most important thing was the very obedient child. Catherine II spared no effort in his education, and even hoped that after her death, Alexander could directly inherit the position of Grand Duke..................

"Of course, we must overcome this difficulty no matter what, and then discuss these things." Catherine II thought so. At the same time, he decided to send a group of envoys to break through and ask for reinforcements from the Normans.

At this moment, just as the Moscow people were chewing black bread up and down and catching cold water, outside the city, the Kuman camp was filled with joy. They grilled beefs and sheep on the bonfires and attacked the women who had been plundered from other cities in Moscow. If they were anxious, they would drag them into the tent to have fun. The drunk Kuman people began to fall and compete for archery. Under such dim light, there were occasionally those sharp archers who could hit the bull's eye a hundred steps away, which immediately attracted cheers and praises. Some were also bragging about how many people they had killed, snatched, and how beautiful the women they had been with.

What they discussed most often was the victory of the Battle of Nizhny Novgorod that day.

"At that time, we mobilized tens of thousands of kilograms of black fire to smash half of the city. The rest of the people were frightened by such a grand occasion. They didn't even have the strength to resist. We rushed over and waved the scimitar and slashed them. And they ran around like frightened lambs. The battle was so satisfying!"

Several Kumans who participated in that battle boasted to their later companions. The guy who later claimed to be a hunter from the upper reaches of the grassland and did not belong to any tribe had very good archery skills, was cheerful and had a good temper.

Therefore, he quickly got along with these veterans. This person likes to listen to stories. Even the drunk veterans brag about randomly. He seems to be easily deceived. No matter how exaggerated it is, he always looks in amazement and says, "Oh, oh, it's so amazing!" Over time, people from all tribes will look for him when they want to brag. It seems that the little black gunpowder is actually not black gunpowder, but atomic bomb. Of course, in the sense, both should be considered equal and both milestone weapons. This is not a mistake.

"Oh oh oh... It's really hard to imagine, but why don't we use black fire and flatten the city now?" the newcomer asked.

"That's because all the black fires had been used up in that siege." The man next to him explained.

"So where did those black fire constitutions come from? Will we make some more difference?"

"It's so simple... it was bought by several great knights from the ancients on the east side. It's just that. If you want it, the ancients won't sell it."

"...Oh, the ancients." The Kuman nodded, made an excuse to say that he wanted to urinate, and secretly returned to his tent, nodded tacitly with the others who had been waiting here for a long time, and then said, "That's all the information your Majesty wants." The silly and innocent look was completely gone, and replaced by a plain, expressionless face.
Chapter completed!