Spiesmult was completely flustered by Young Master Liu's words, waving his hands and shaking his head repeatedly.
"Your Majesty the Emperor, you may have misunderstood what Xiaohan meant.
The little Khan does not want to take over the current Spieth Grassland as his own and establish himself as a king, but after we bow down to you, we hope that you can be kind and generous to the little Khan and the tribes under his command.
A place of habitat.
Xiaohan and his tribe have been wandering around in foreign countries for many years, dreaming that one day they will be able to return to their roots!
The fate of dying in a foreign country is really too pitiful for people over fifty like Xiaohan."
"Khan Spieth, is there any difference between the reward given to you and the feudal society that splits the earth?
There is no need to say the third point. No matter what you say, I will still say the same thing.
How can we give our ancestral land to others!
If you want some gold, silver, jewelry, rare treasures, etc., I can agree to your request without hesitation.
But I will not give up an inch of territory except for the country's borders.
I can promise the first two points. As long as you tell me where the treasure is buried, I will never touch you.
In addition, you can spare the death of those soldiers who have followed you for many years.
As for the third point, you can just give up.
For me, national sovereignty and territorial issues have never been negotiable issues.
Everything else can be discussed, but as long as these two issues are involved, I can only tell you.
No need to discuss anything."
Spismult looked at Young Master Liu with a sad expression: "But if you, Your Majesty the Emperor, do not reward us with our old land as a habitat, you can be so kind as to forgive the little Khan and his subordinates from death.
Where will we settle down and live our lives in the future?
Are we going to be a group of homeless wanderers and eventually die in a foreign land?"
Liu Mingzhi slightly raised his eyes towards Jiang Yuanming and pursed his lips: "The place where you settle down and settle down is where Jiang Yuanming, the Minister of Household Affairs, is.
He will make proper arrangements for the lives of the people under your command in the future.
Except for birth, old age, illness, death, and unpredictable natural and man-made disasters, the imperial court will never take action against them.
As for you!
The scenery of our capital, Dalong, is pretty good, and it is one of the few prosperous places in the world.
I will reward you with a house to take care of yourself until you are old, so that you can appreciate the beauty of my great dragon during your lifetime."
After Xia Gongming and others listened to Young Master Liu's words, there was a faint smile hidden in their eyes. Although it was not obvious, you could still see it if you looked carefully.
In stark contrast was the disappointed Spiesmulter.
He traveled north and south for so many years, using inducements and deceiving the Emperor of Tsarist Russia in order to use the military power of Tsarist Russia to help him regain the inheritance left by his ancestors.
Now Liu Mingzhi not only wants to take possession of the treasure of his country's restoration, but also does not want to return the territory left to him by his ancestors. Isn't this a blatant bullying?
He cut off his own hope of returning to the country, and did not leave a way for himself and his subordinates to survive.
It's not too much to say that you don't deceive others.
However, now that everyone is being treated as a knife and others are being treated as flesh and blood, even though Spismult wanted to bite the roots of his teeth into pieces, there is still nothing he can do.
"Your Majesty the Emperor, can you give Xiao Khan a few days to think about it?"
Young Master Liu frowned angrily: "He is indecisive and not happy at all.
Khan Spieth, based on the current situation, do you think you have the qualifications to bargain with me?"
Feeling the vague murderous intention in Young Master Liu, Spissmut couldn't help but trembled: "Little Khan... Little Khan..."
Liu Mingzhi put down his tea cup and stood up straight away, staring at the white snow on the pavilions and pavilions of the harem behind his hands.
"I am not an unkind person at all. Although you and I have met for the first time, we have been close friends for many years. I will sell you a thin noodle.
I can give you an hour or even two hours to think about it.
but--
When the time comes, you'd better give me a satisfactory answer.
if not.
I don’t mind trying to see if the saying that killing prisoners is unlucky is true or false.”
"Someone is coming!"
"His Majesty?"
"We are waiting for delicious food and drinks! I will go to the front hall to deal with the four generals of Tsarist Russia first."
"yes!"
"My dear friends, please stay here with Khan Spieth. Baoyu, follow me to the front hall."
"I will take your orders!"
After glancing at the helpless Spiesmult, Mr. Liu swung the long sleeves of his dragon robe and walked straight towards the front hall.
Zhou Baoyu glanced at Spiesmult lightly and said softly: "Take care of yourself."
Then he turned around and chased Liu Mingzhi.
As soon as Liu Mingzhi entered the inner hall, he saw Spismult's deputy general Tory Zamuhe sneaking towards the door of the apse, his eyes full of worry.
When Liu Mingzhi saw this, he sighed silently.
It seems that this Spiesmut is quite popular among his subordinates!
If that's the case, then we can't keep it.
"Your name is Tory Jamuka, right?"
"Ah? The surrendered minister Tory Jamuka is here to see His Majesty the Great Dragon Emperor."
"No need to be polite, can you speak Chinese?"
"Yes, when the Great Dragon Dynasty was preparing to establish a mutual market in Yingzhou, northern Xinjiang, in order to trade goods, the surrender learned Chinese and spoke it pretty well."
Liu Mingzhi nodded slightly: "I see, then do you know how to speak to Russia?"
"If you know a little bit, ordinary communication will not be a problem."
"Talent."
Liu Mingzhi turned to look at the four Slavic people who looked confused.
"They are called Slavs, what do they mean?"
"Reporting to His Majesty the Dragon Emperor, Slav and Ledev are the generals of cavalry and infantry of Tsarist Russia. The one on the left behind is Yelich, who is Slav's deputy general, and the one on the right is Kuye Henry, who is Ledev's general.
Lieutenant General.
Their names are so long that even the ministers cannot call them all, and the Great Khan is used to calling them this."
"I generally know the names of some Tsarist Russians.
You tell them that we, China, have been a land of etiquette since ancient times. We have a broad mind that embraces all rivers and is tolerant.
He is extremely hospitable and is willing to have friendly relations with all countries in the world, exchange valuables and share prosperity.
Have friends come from afar.
This is the way of hospitality in my country of great dragon etiquette.
However, I, Dalong, really cannot treat the guests who come uninvited and sneak into my Dalong border again and again without permission.
Especially after entering the country with heavy troops, I couldn't tolerate the guests who dared to take the lead in killing my patrolling soldiers.
Their actions have gone beyond the limits of our Dalong Celestial Empire’s hospitality!
And if you touch the limits of a great kingdom, you will have to bear their wrath.
That's why they ended up as prisoners today.
This is what I, Dalong, often say in the old saying, that the way of heaven is clear and the cycle of retribution.
I allow them to act arrogantly in my Dalong territory, provided that they are prepared to bear the consequences of their arrogance in our Dalong territory.
Tell them."
"Yes, I understand."
Toryzamukh organized his thoughts and translated word for word into the Tsarist Russian language to the four Slavic people who looked confused.
After a long time, the four Slavs muttered for a while with slightly panicked expressions. Slavs seemed to be dancing, talking and gesticulating to Liu Mingzhi.
"Your Majesty, Emperor Dalong, we have no intention of becoming enemies of your country. It was Spieth who instigated us.
This time we entered the territory of Dalong, not because we wanted to start a war with your country, but because...for..."
Slav hesitated for a moment and continued: "It is to transport back the gold and silver treasures that Spismulus promised us.
As for the border patrol scout who shot your dragon, we did make a mistake, but there was a big misunderstanding there.
Our soldiers did not do this intentionally.
Tori, quickly tell His Majesty the Dragon Emperor what I have said."
Toryzamuhe looked at Slav with a slightly changed expression, hesitating whether to honestly translate the original words to Liu Mingzhi and the others.
After all, if we translate according to Slavic's original words, the culprit of this war between the two sides would be our own Great Khan Spiesmult.
Liu Mingzhi narrowed his eyes and looked at Torizamuka who looked hesitant.
"Tori, you'd better translate the original words to me. Among so many prisoners, you are not the only one who understands the language of Tsarist Russia.
There is no greater merit than being a savior, and no greater sin than deceiving the king.
I'm afraid you won't be able to bear the crime of deceiving the emperor!"