You stupid and barbaric prairie people, you must be healthy, otherwise, you will not be able to continue to use your flesh and blood to help us attract the attention and combat power of the Holy Hiran Empire and the Frank Empire.
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Bancro/On the sea road to the prairie
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Although it is mid-February and it is still winter, the weather today is exceptionally good, with clear skies and sunny winds.
The leavesless branches were filled with soft sunlight. There was a little bird on the treetops, its tail trembling constantly, and its shadow was clearly reflected on the country road beside it.
At this moment, the little bird seemed to hear something strange and turned back to look at a carriage driving slowly on the country road nearby.
The person driving this carriage was a thin black-haired young man. Next to the black-haired young man driving the carriage, there was a little girl with brown hair and green eyes sitting next to him.
"Brother, look, there is a little bird there."
"Yeah, I saw it. It's a big one. I don't know how it tastes."
"Brother, how long does it take to go to Kailuo Er's hometown?"
"Kelor's hometown of Brett Village is quite close to Avalon Fortress. According to our current speed, as long as nothing unexpected happens, we can reach it in the evening of the fourth day, which means a round trip will take 8 days.
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"Eight days...it's quite a long time..."
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Alan was sitting next to Su Cheng, who was in charge of driving, chatting with Su Cheng.
It had been more than three hours since they left Avalon Fortress, and the sky had already opened up. Su Cheng and the others were lucky enough to encounter good weather on the first day of their trip.
No matter what era, taking such a long-distance bus is very boring.
It is very easy to fall asleep while sitting in a carriage with almost nothing to do, listening to the very rhythmic sound of wheels.
Carol and Alyssa, who got up too early today, were already fast asleep in the carriage.
Su Cheng originally thought that Alan, who was always sleepy, would sleep until the afternoon before getting up. He didn't expect that just now, around 9 o'clock in the morning, Alan would wake up after sleeping.
After Alan woke up, he sat next to Su Cheng and chatted with Su Cheng.
"Brother, I'm so happy." Alan's face was filled with a bright smile, "I feel like I haven't played with you for a long time."
"We're not just going for fun this time." Su Cheng said with a wry smile, "We have a mission this time. After discussing the horseshoes with the village chief's son in Bright Village, we will rush back immediately.
Avalon Fortress. After all, my brother is now the leader of the Michael Knights and cannot leave the stronghold and the Michael Knights for too long, so we don’t have much time to play at all.”
Alan didn't seem to pay attention to what Su Cheng said, and continued to wear that bright and happy smile.
Looking at his sister's happy profile, Su Cheng couldn't help but reveal a helpless and gentle smile.
A thought arose in my mind that even if this negotiation failed, it would still be worth it to see such a smile.
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Just as Su Cheng and others embarked on the journey to Brett Village, Kailuoer's hometown,
Somewhere in the sea southeast of the mainland.
The squeaking sound of wooden boats sailing on the ocean echoed in my ears, and the unique fishy smell of the ocean lingered in my nose.
No matter how unaccustomed Bancro was to taking a boat, after so many days of sailing, he finally managed to get used to life at sea.
Now Bancro has developed the skill of sleeping soundly even on a bumpy sea ship.
Just when Bancro was taking a nap in his room to recuperate, a voice suddenly came from outside the door:
"Your Excellency, we can already see the boat group that the prairie people are coming to greet."
As soon as the voice fell, Bancro immediately opened his eyes like a conditioned reflex.
"Yeah." Bancro said solemnly, "I understand."
After saying that, Bancro stood up from the bed, rubbing his tired cheeks and rubbing his eyes vigorously.
Then, he complained in a low voice with a helpless tone: "I really don't want to start diplomatic activities with these barbarians who want to marry their own mother and sister-in-law..."
Bancro has never had a good impression of prairie people.
Not only do I not like it, I also hate it.
Prairie people is their collective name for this group of nomadic people located on the prairie of the Far East.
The grassland people call themselves [Huran people].
Although they have strong military force and have a cavalry team that is extremely terrifying in terms of combat strength and scale, the civilization of the Huns is very backward. They are still in the tribal system and have many incredible bad habits.
For example, a Xiongran can marry his mother after his father dies, and he can marry his sister-in-law after his brother dies.
When he first learned about this bad habit of the prairie people, Bancro was so disgusted that he almost vomited out the remaining food in his stomach. If possible, Bancro wanted to use a hammer to open the heads of these prairie people.
Look at what the prairie people who came up with such bad habits have in their heads.
However, no matter how much Bancro hated these stupid and barbaric prairie people, he could only hold back the disgust in his heart at this time, squeezed out a natural smile on his face, and prepared himself for the most advanced confrontation with the Huns later.
One of the princes prepares to meet with King Youxian.
After Bancro changed into clean clothes, washed up, and looked in the mirror to make sure there was nothing wrong with his smile, Bancro left the room with his hands behind his back and went up to the deck.
After getting on the deck, the accompanying diplomats and translators immediately stood respectfully behind Bancro.
The large wooden ship that Bancro was on was the main ship of their fleet. Surrounding the main ship were a full 32 naval warships responsible for escorting them.
Because the west is close to the ocean, the Britannia Empire also has a navy.
The Britannian Empire's naval force has a total strength of 20,000, and it is usually engaged in combating pirates.
Bancro stood on the deck, hands behind his back, waiting silently for their fleet, and came into contact with the prairie people's fleet.
Where the water and sky meet in the distance, small black spots have gradually appeared.
Then, this small black spot gradually revealed its figure, one after another, small wooden boats,
It was a group of people from the grassland who came to greet us.
Looking at the prairie people's fleet that finally revealed its appearance, Bancro couldn't help but twist the corner of his mouth, showing an expression full of disdain.
The crudeness of the prairie people's fleet couldn't help arousing Bancro's contempt, and he began to ridicule the prairie people in his heart.
It was really difficult for these barbarians who lived on horseback to assemble such a canoe fleet. It must have taken a lot of effort to find crew members who would not get seasick and could sail the boat.
After ridiculing the prairie people in his heart, Bancro immediately retracted the disdainful expression on his face and returned to his original faint smile.
The two fleets came towards each other, and soon the two fleets came into contact.
A group of prairie people dressed in woolen and leather products from head to toe boarded the main ship of the Britannia Empire.
After the group of prairie people boarded the main ship, Bancro immediately opened his arms and said enthusiastically to the leader of the group of prairie people:
"Long time no see! His Excellency King Youxian!"
"Hahaha!" The middle-aged man whom Bancro called King Youxian laughed and opened his arms like Bancro, "I haven't seen you for a long time! Bancro
grown ups!"
Bancro and King Youxian hugged each other tightly.
This is the etiquette of the grassland people, that is, the Xiongran people. The tighter the hug, the more welcome the visitor is.
If possible, Bancro really didn't want to hug the guy in front of him who smelled bad.
However, although Bancro felt extremely sick in his heart, he still had his warm smile on his face.
After releasing his embrace of King Youxian, Bancro sighed melancholy:
"We in the Britannia Empire are already aware of the disadvantages you encountered in January this year. Our Majesty is deeply deplored and saddened by your disadvantages this time."
The unfavorable thing Bancro said was naturally referring to the fact that the Huns were defeated by Dominic, the first marshal of the Holy Hiran Empire, in January this year, with a loss of 50,000 troops.
After the translator conveyed Bancro's words, King Youxian and the entourage following King Youxian all had dark expressions on their faces.
"His Majesty, who deeply regrets your misfortune this time, has decided to give you some 'small gifts'. Please accept them."
The translator translated Bancro's words accurately.
After hearing the word "little gift", King Youxian's eyes immediately lit up, and then he saluted Bancro:
"On behalf of our Shanyu and our people, I would like to thank your country for helping us!"
"No need to thank you, Your Excellency King Youxian, after all"
The corners of Bancro's mouth turned up wider, and the smile on his face became more "warm".
Chapter completed!