But even if these two guys seek death, you can't kill them. They are my people. To put it bluntly, when you beat a dog, it depends on the owner.

I can kill my dog.

You! You can’t.

"Suleiman, you have made it difficult for me. Although my people have violated your religious taboos, it is not your turn to kill them. Now, look at me bringing so many soldiers to your capital to find you.

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Along the way, you also saw the corpses under the city wall, all thanks to your impulse.

But since it happened for a reason, I decided to forgive you. Spare you and your subjects. Everyone has the right to live. Whether your life will be good or bad in the future is up to you.

You can still live in Constantinople. This is your city and I have no intention of occupying it. And you, Suleiman, are still the king of the Turks. I have no intention of replacing you!"

Li Xiao sighed, with an expression of compassion on his face.

Suleiman became obviously excited after hearing the translator. The guy left his seat, knelt down in front of Li Xiao and kissed his shoes.

What a surprise. When he came out of Constantinople, Suleiman II was determined to die. Unexpectedly...unexpectedly, there was a turn of events. Not only did he not die, but he also kept his throne.

This kind of kindness must be appreciated, and it must be greatly appreciated.

The excited Suleiman II couldn't help crying and cried bitterly while holding Li Hao's thigh.

Li Xiao was almost bored to death. You had to find another place to cry. Why are you holding my thigh?

It doesn't matter if she's a beautiful woman, but she's a stinky old man with a big beard. He cried so much that he had snot and tears, and even rubbed them on his pants. It was so disgusting.

When Sun Xing saw Li Xiao's bad expression, he immediately ran over and pulled Suleiman II away. If Li Xiao was really angry and changed his mind, it would cost millions of lives.

"But the death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be forgiven. If you kill the envoy of the Ming Dynasty, you need to compensate the Ming Dynasty a hundred times. How to compensate...!" Li Xiao was pacing and thinking.

"Then let's compensate with gold. Two hundred catties for one person, four hundred catties for two people. If you multiply it a hundred times, it would be... forty thousand catties. You go back and prepare forty thousand catties of gold to compensate the Ming Dynasty." Li Xiao

Said it lightly.

Sun Xing's hand trembled, forty thousand kilograms of gold. This is the rhythm that will drain the marrow of the Turks!

"Forty thousand catties of gold?" Suleiman II stopped crying immediately.

Oh my God! Forty thousand kilograms of gold, what a fortune that is.

I glanced around, guessing that it would be no problem to fill such a hall, uh..., it seems that this hall may not be able to fit it.

"Your Excellency, Generalissimo, we in Constantinople cannot afford forty thousand kilograms of gold." Suleiman II knelt on the ground, almost crying.

"Oh! I can't get it out...! Oops! How good is this? Ming Dynasty needs face. Let's do this. You can collect as much gold as you can when you go back. The part you can't get out can be offset by... other things.

buckle.

It's better to talk about precious gems, precious works of art, or women. It's all fine! I don't care about the specific things, you can tell him."

Li Xiao pointed at Ai Husheng, who had just arrived from the Ming Dynasty. He was here to inspect the oil fields in the Middle East. Since he was very close to Li Xiao, he came to Constantinople to visit Li Xiao.

It just so happened that Suleiman II came out to surrender at this time. Professional things should be done by professional people. This was Li Xiao's consistent idea.

Looking at Ai Husheng who stood up with a smile, Li Xiao felt that the fact that the Turks had a pair of underwear to wear was a blessing from their great god.

Li Xiao left the rest to Ai Husheng. He is a civilized person and cannot always fight and kill. The civilized way of robbery is more suitable for him, and it is time to make a change.

Li Xiao went back and changed his clothes, but Suleiman II's snot and tears were too disgusting.

"Brother Xiao!" Ao Canghai, the bastard, rubbed his hands and followed with a playful smile on his face!

It is indeed very rare for this kind of thing to appear on his face. But as long as this guy is embarrassed, the treasury's purse will bleed.

No need to ask, he is here for the gold.

The First Division has been here for two months and has not gained any benefit at all. So how can it be done?

Li Xiao decided to pretend to be stupid and ignore this bastard to see what tricks he had up his sleeve.

"Brother Xiao, when it comes to robbery, you are the best. We are far behind! I got 40,000 kilograms of gold in just one round of cheating."

"The Western Expedition cost a lot of money. Don't even think about the money." Li Xiao said directly. There is no limit to how much money this guy can make. Everyone in the Ming Dynasty knows that every division has become a pig.

"No money... Brothers have been here for two months, you say...! I, the teacher, have no face."

"Hey! Mr. Ao, what do you want with that thing? Do you mean that you can't lead a division without money? You really can't lead me. Let me talk to you. I'll lead you."

"I...!" Master Ao was speechless at this moment.

If anyone else comes to lead a division, they will be played to death by those Qiu Ba. Li Xiao has no problem at all. Let these killers sit down, and these killers will never dare to lie down.

"When Ai Husheng talks it over, let's see what benefits can be shared. Share a little with the First Division. Don't think about gold. It's useless for you to ask for things. But women will always have some!"

While fighting in the field, I was extremely nervous. It would be a benefit to bring in some women to do some things that are beneficial to my body and mind.

Outside the city of Constantinople, there are countless people standing. Heads are next to each other, and heads are crowded together. Looking over from a high place, it is a large area of ​​darkness. There are also many hairs of different colors mixed in. It looks really real.

It's spectacular.

Li Xiao has never seen such a scene. More than two million people are crowded together, waiting for the judgment of fate like lambs to be slaughtered. For Li Xiao, at this moment, he is the true god of these people.

A single thought can determine the life or death of these people.

Li Xiao has a feeling of God!

Old men! Children! Women! Men! They all stood and looked over to see what kind of result their king would come up with.

This is the law of the forest!

If the Turks win now, the people of the Ming Dynasty will only be more miserable. This world has always been about the law of the jungle. The world peace that countless people have been looking forward to their whole lives is actually just a nice slogan.

Human nature is good at plundering!

When the first Homo sapiens came out of the East African savannah, it was destined that the world would become a world of killing. Among the known species in the world, only humans have plans to commit genocide against their own kind.

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Li Xiao didn't speak, and neither did anyone else. Everyone looked at the dark crowd, these lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

In distant Moscow, Dorgon walked into a luxurious office. Of course, the so-called luxury here was far from comparable to Dorgon's office in Mumbai.

Dorgon admired the reindeer heads hanging on the wall, and a huge polar bear skin was spread on the ground. The bear's mouth was very big, and its sharp fangs were exposed, which looked a bit scary.

There are two chairs and a small table near the fireplace. The chairs are covered with tiger skin. The whole office is full of strong Nordic style.

"Hello, General Kutuzov." Dorgon saw Kutuzov and opened his arms enthusiastically.

"My friend Dorgon, it's nice to meet you." Kutuzov also opened his arms, and the two of them embraced each other warmly.

Dorgon believes that this kind of etiquette is necessary, because opening your arms means that you are not aggressive or hostile, which is a good start for a long-term relationship.

"Sit down!" Kutuzov pulled Dorgon to the fireplace. Although it was only the end of October, there was a heavy snowfall in Moscow yesterday. The weather was still very cold!

The two sat on the tiger-skin chairs in front of the fireplace. Kutuzov took a bottle of wine from the entourage. "Vodka, would you like some?"

"Oh! My friend, I have something better." Dorgon waved to Jierhalang behind him, who quickly took out a glass bottle from the box.

"Wuliangye produced in the Ming Dynasty is the best wine in the Ming Dynasty. It is specially brought here for you!"

"Oh! God, Wuliangye, this is good stuff. I drank it at His Majesty the Tsar's banquet. The price of this stuff in Moscow is more than gold. Thank you, my friend!"

Most Russians like wine, so when they see Wuliangye, a top-quality product, they naturally fall in love with it.

Kutuzov couldn't wait to unscrew the glass bottle, smelled at the mouth of the bottle, then took out two square glasses, poured a sip to taste for himself, and then filled the two glasses.

"Haha! It seems that you like it very much. I brought you a box. I have handed it to your adjutant downstairs! I have another gift that is also downstairs, and your guards are not allowed to bring it in."

"Dukic! Go down immediately and bring up the things brought by the guests." Kutuzov immediately ordered his adjutant.

He met Dorgon in India. At that time, Dorgon helped him get a lot of arms from Wu Sangui. Kutuzov still recognized this old friend. And he also knew that the Jurchens

In fact, they were a nation in Northeast Asia that was good at conquering and fighting, but it was a pity that they were defeated by the Ming Dynasty.

After a while, the adjutant brought in several large boxes with a few soldiers.

Jirharang walked over and opened one of the boxes and took out a strange-looking gun.

"This is for you, General Kutuzov. This thing is called a box cannon in the Ming Dynasty, and it is generally equipped with officers or cavalry.

Although it is just a pistol, it is very powerful. It has great lethality within fifty meters, and it has twenty rounds of ammunition. If the cavalry is hedging, the Ming cavalry will have an absolute advantage with this weapon."

After Dorgon finished speaking, he pushed the box of cannon to Kutuzov.

"Oh! This is really a good thing. I believe the cavalry who use this kind of thing are invincible." Kutuzov's eyes lit up immediately when he saw the box cannon.

This kind of gun has a barrel that is much longer than that of a pistol. Remove the magazine and take a look. Sure enough, the front magazine can hold twenty rounds of 9mm pistol bullets in two rows.

Dorgon said that this kind of gun is still lethal at a distance of fifty meters, which is definitely not nonsense.

As an infantry general, Kutuzov also has cavalry under his command. Although the Russian cavalry is now equipped with rifles, it is not easy for rifles to hit the enemy on bumpy horseback.

Moreover, the role of cavalry is to make rapid assaults, and the scene of thousands of troops galloping is enough to defeat most enemies.

But faced with such a weapon, the proud Kutuzov immediately lost his temper.

When the Russian cavalry brandished their sabers and charged desperately, a group of guys holding twenty rounds of ammunition and easy-to-load box guns came from the opposite side.

From a distance of fifty meters, twenty rounds of bullets were powerful enough to create a hail of bullets.

Kutuzov even imagined that the Russian cavalry would fall off their horses like dumplings.
To be continued...