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Chapter 818

Both of them are going to marry

It is still a good time to march in early autumn, taking advantage of the Mediterranean climate. It is far away from the coast, but the rainy season in other places still brings a lot of fresh and cool air.

Among the marchingers, two famous European monarchs were walking together. One was the grandson of the red-bearded Barbarossa. He was famous in Europe for being extorted by Pope Innocent IV with his son Conrad IV.

Beside him was the "perfect monster" who treated God with devotion and was deeply loved by his subjects - His Majesty Louis IX.

"Have you heard that, Chierl must be not quiet in Paris!"

When he spoke, Frederick II, who had a thin face and a small beard, smiled. This smile once faced the extortion of Pope Innocent IV and those loyal to the Pope, who had bought the people around him for assassination, and for a long time, he did not appear on his face.

Even because of those bribery, he became a little suspicious and killed some people who were very useful to him. But as a monarch, although he regretted it at this moment, he was also very glad. He didn't know that the astrologer he married before his death actually left him a daughter, and at the same time he didn't know that this daughter was the greatest monarch in the world.

Although this name made him a little jealous, through the introduction of Louis IX and the demonstration of the musket in Louis IX's hand, he knew that if only the force was mentioned, no one was his opponent in this world.

In addition, for that son-in-law, His Majesty the greatest emperor in the world, he did something that made him shocked.

He led an army of less than 6,000 people, and he had 2,500 people himself. Some of them were gunners and 2,500 cavalry led by his little Manfred, who dared to directly conquer Milan. This was something he could not do even with his 100,000 troops.

The capture of Genoa has shown its naval power, and Frederick II is very clear about the ability to recruit fleets. Otherwise, he would not have left thousands of elite troops in Palermo to protect the safety there. But what he did not expect was that that guy should have occupied Genoa very easily, otherwise he would not have attacked Milan so quickly.

The reason why he believed so was that Milan's army left the battlefield when the war was about to break out. This made the entire city alliance's military power immediately worse than himself. Therefore, the combat group of the city alliance was immediately disintegrated.

The king of the German candidates, Henry Raspi, Duke of Thuringia, had to lead his army to the north when the situation was hopeless. If Frederick II continued to pursue, he would likely return to Germany. After all, even if he had added him to the army against the Holy Roman Emperor Frederick II.

When the enemy on the opposite side lost their chance to fight, Frederick II led his own army to attack Milan firmly at the suggestion of Louis IX. Prince Enchio was a little worried about this, fearing that he would be attacked by other princes on the way.

Louis IX's answer to this matter showed his confidence in Zhao Fubo.

"Well, young man, I don't think you have to worry at all. The current city alliance is a very loose alliance, and their leader is Milan. If we imagine that Milan surrenders and is loyal to me, Prince Enchio, do you think they will continue to fight? Humph, now I am afraid that what they think of in their hearts is not fighting, but trying their best to help Milan maintain their independence, otherwise I guess they do not have the ability to fight independently!"

Prince Enchio admired Louis IX's analysis, especially when the European monarchs rushed to respond to the Pope's call and attack Frederick II, he was the only one who left Europe with the banner of conquering the East. This cannot be said to be a wise move, that is, he did not hurt his friends, nor would he be considered to be colluding with Frederick II by the Pope.

"Yes, my majesty, I'm just worried. You know, he is a pagan, and...!"

While Prince Enchio said, he did not notice his father's gaze. The stern look inside obviously warned him not to speak nonsense. However, compared to his caution, Louis IX was much more kind.

"Oh, Prince Enchio, I have to remind you that although he is indeed a pagan, he is also the husband of your sister Princess Alisa and my daughter Princess Gilil. I hope you should have enough respect for him. And I hope you will remember and never forget one thing that you will never forget is that he is the most powerful monarch in the world, and no second monarch can have that ability."

Prince Enchio saluted Louis IX immediately, and he knew that he should not say those words, even to Princess Kiriel's husband alone, he should not say those words.

"Yes, your Majesty, I would like to express your teachings, but what I don't understand is that just by the musket you demonstrated to us, he can...you know, the speed of the musket...!"

Prince Enchio obviously has little to do with muskets, although it has great power and a long range. However, it is not as fast as the bow and arrow, nor is it as accurate as the bow and arrow.

"Baopaopaopaopao...blook tblook tblook...!"

Before he could finish his speech, Amina, who was protecting Louis IX nearby, annoyed that he despised Zhao Fubo, and let him see the continuous shooting of the rifle and the pistol. This shocked Prince Enchio, and of course it also caused Louis IX to smile bitterly.

"Did you see it? Your Highness, the Emperor of the East is not a musket in his hand. Please be sure to pay attention to this! Moreover, this is the most powerful weapon in their hands!"

At the same time, Louis IX's words aroused a question from Frederick II. He turned his face and quietly asked Louis IX.

"You said he would marry your daughter, and he would marry mine! Hell, this is a guy of confidence, how could he... this strange..."

Louis IX smiled and shook his head, twisting the tip of his beard with his hands.
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