The Empire has never been sacred 9, the Empire has never been sacred 5th Saint Alliance Chapter 9 Heart-wrenching

"What did you say? (High-quality texts are first released, all in %)! Who are you?!" Pugachev was panicked when he heard the fat man's words. However, he didn't feel angry at all. He just felt like he had fallen into an abyss. In front of him was a darkness with his hands out of sight. His head was buzzing, and he didn't know what to say...

"Who am I, Khan, can't you guess? Of course, I am my master, the king of the desert, the sultan of Egypt, the Sunni Caliph, the messenger of Allah, and the servant of Saladin, the greatest hero of the whole Arab."

"...It turns out that he is the servant of the pagan devil." Pugachev snorted coldly: "It seems that I should really hand you over to His Majesty the Emperor."

"Today, Khan, do you still believe that sinister poisonous snake? The Norman emperor was worried that there was no reason to punish you. If you send me up, he would definitely say: Oh, it turns out that the Cossacks have colluded with the Egyptians. This is evidence--you have contacted that emperor. You should know whether you can believe what I said."

Pugachev sighed inwardly, thinking, if the emperor really wanted to deal with him, he would have done this.

"So what's your idea? Saladin's messenger? You won't let me surrender to your master, right? He is now in danger of protecting himself!"

"The messenger of Allah will naturally be blessed by Allah. My master's fate does not need Khan, you to worry about. But Khan, your situation is really worrying - of course, if Khan, you follow my advice, you can not only turn danger into safety, but even go further. It is not impossible..."

"Hmph, sure enough - I'll tell you now. Don't think about it if I want me to defect to your master!"

"No, no, no, how can I say that (high-quality text first, all in %). It is not about surrendering or surrendering. It is about friends. Allies, close friends who share weal and woe... You see, you have hatred with the Norman Empire, and this terrifying and conquering unfinished and insatiable empire will inevitably have a war with my master. The enemy of the enemy is a friend. Isn't that the case? Khan, you are so heroic, my master likes to make friends with heroes like you. And with great friends like the master and people who can help you through difficulties. I believe Khan will be very happy."

"..." Pugachev breathed a little relieved. It would be great if he hadn't surrendered. He didn't want another master who controlled his life and death like Egil. In addition, he didn't have to be opposed by the Orthodox Cossacks, saying that he had defected to a pagan.

"So, let's talk about your purpose here." Pugachev's tone eased a lot. He said this afterwards.

"That's right. This time I came here on behalf of my master, and there was a big deal to do with you. This is my token." After the eloquent fat man finished speaking, he took out a gold ring with gems inlaid from the mezzanine of his clothes: "Look, this is the treasure given to me by my master Saladin before I went on the mission. It is the ring he has always worn on his hand."

Pugachev took it and looked at it. Sure enough, he saw a circle of delicately carved Arabic characters on the inside of the ring, and a crescent emblem representing Islam...

"It's probably true?" Pugachev looked at the precious ring with exquisitely carved gems and well-made craftsmanship, and he was reluctant to return it to the messenger, and thought of this. After that, his attitude became even more polite: "So. What big deal do you have to do with me?"

At this time, the messenger smiled but ignored Pugachev and looked at both sides. Pugachev frowned and dispersed a group of confidants around him. So only Pugachev was left in the camp. There was also the man who called himself an Arab messenger, as well as the entourage dressed by several Arab warriors wearing pointed helmets, scales and fat pants. The messenger looked around and nodded with satisfaction, so Pugachev said, "Can you say it now?"

The messenger nodded with satisfaction, then lowered his voice: "The heads of Emperor Norman and even the kings of most kings in the continent! Is this a big deal?"

Pugachev had recovered at this time. He heard the envoy's bold words and found it funny, so he laughed and said, "What can I do? Can I get the heads of so many big people? Could it be that your master took the wrong medicine?"

"Not that, Khan, please listen to me finish..."

Therefore, the envoy further explained: This jihad (high-quality text starts, all in %). Our Egyptian army is waiting for work and will definitely win. However, the losses will inevitably be heavy. Therefore, Saladin came up with a clever plan to destroy the millions of Crusaders without bloodshed. This strategy was to cut off their logistics supplies after the main force of the Crusaders entered the Near East Syria region and let them die in distress.

"If Khan can do this, you must ask Khan for help." The envoy bowed: "If Khan could attack Kherson after the Crusaders were dispatched and destroyed their logistics supply base. Then the Crusaders would have no food and grass and would definitely collapse without fighting. At that time, our Arab army followed him and attacked fiercely, which would definitely cause heavy casualties and injuries to the other party. Taking this opportunity, he could take the life of Emperor Norman!"

When Pugachev heard the messenger's statement, he couldn't help but think...

"If he said so... Indeed, if there is no food and grass, even if Emperor Norman has great skills, he will only be defeated--not right!"

Pugachev hummed: "Then, if you Arabs don't pursue them when the other party withdraws their troops. Then wait for the emperor to come back. Isn't the one who is unlucky?"

"How could this be?!" The envoy quickly persuaded: "The Crusaders are the great enemy of our country, and the two sides fight to the death. How could my master do such a short-sighted move? If so, then the Crusaders will rest after returning and deal with the Khan, and will they still come to attack Egypt after they have dealt with them?"

"It makes sense for you to say that..." Pugachev nodded and began to think again.

"The Norman Emperor is a natural talent. If I want to fight against him, then it will definitely not work. If I take advantage of this war with Saladin, I will attack his rear... This is indeed a good idea... but if that man fails to die in Syria, he will still kill me... but what if he doesn't do this? Even if he begs for mercy, the other party will not let me go. All he wants is Crimea. Unless I hand over all my property, tribe and rights, he will still kill me - what can I do... But, fighting with that emperor is too dangerous..."

The messenger looked at Pugachev and knew that he was already moved. He couldn't help but add another fire: "Of course, this matter will not be done in vain by Khan. Since the Cossack mercenary is born, my master is willing to spend a lot of money to hire the Cossack warriors to serve him. Khan, look at this-"

After the messenger finished speaking, he took out a note from his arms. Pugachev took it and took a look. This was recognized by Damascus, which was the largest and most reputable. The branches were as far away as Chengdu in the east, and the counters in Dadu (high-quality texts were first released, all in %). No matter who it is, even a beggar can get enough gold coins there... and the number written in Arabic and Arabic numerals is.

"Fifty thousand Florins?" Pugachev was a little surprised - this was a huge sum. At that time, the Cossacks had never received such a large order...

"Yes, this is just a deposit. After the matter is completed, the owner will give another 150,000 Florin gold coins. Khan, how about it?"

With such a reliable plan, a large amount of money, and panic about his own future, and his thoughts of trying hard to preserve his own power, Pugachev finally overcame his fear of the Norman Empire and Emperor Egil. He nodded: "I have already thought about it - to give the mean and polite tyrant a little color! Come on, hold a banquet! I want to invite our most honorable guests!"

Immediately afterwards, the messenger laughed again. At this moment, Pugachev did not feel bad when he heard his slightly hoarse laughter, but he laughed together.

The banquet was soon set up. Pugachev drank with the fat messenger and had fun, and several of the messenger's entourage drank and ate meat. In the evening, Pugachev sent a woman to the messenger and his entourage. The messenger stayed here for one night, and in the next day, he said goodbye to Pugachev. The two sides discussed the matter and signed a secret treaty. Each of them took a copy in their hands, and then the messenger left.

"From today on the way, monitor Kelsson's movements - after all the opponent's main forces left, we gathered to attack Kelsson!" Pugachev, who had made up his mind, immediately ordered his confidant to break with the Norman Empire.

Two days later, the Arab messengers who had completely left the Cossacks' sphere of influence found a secluded place. The messenger took out the potion and wiped his face, then took off a human skin mask, revealing a face of a white man without any characteristics. Then he took off his robe and changed into a grassland nomad style clothing. The followers around him also changed their outfits, making them look like ordinary caravans.

"This mission is completed. I believe the Lord will look up to our intelligence department in the future. In the future, it will not be the spy system, and the Nemulis family will be the dominant one." The messenger sneered and said to his companions. His companions nodded without saying a word, all of them were a little excited.

——These people are all Norman spies under Sonya from the Intelligence Section of the Norman Consulting Bureau! (To be continued)

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