Daming Greedy Wolf Star

Chapter 492 A Victory Not Worth Celebrating

In later generations, there will always be no shortage of 50 walking.

They boasted and longed for the life outside, kneeling and licking those foreigners who had bullied us, talking about how comfortable a free life is, and even the air is sweet.

But it’s true, freedom has always been respected by those people. They promote freedom, advocate freedom, and even do things that both humans and gods hate under the banner of freedom.

In contrast, the 5000-year-old civilization of florists is full of self-discipline.

In the culture of 5000 years, we have always believed that morality is higher than talent, and the principle of being a human being before doing something is what we pursue.

Freedom is what everyone yearns for. After all, unrestrained indulgence always makes people feel comfortable.

Freedom has always been the antonym of self-discipline, but the end of freedom is self-destruction. Only self-discipline can make a civilization last for a long time.

And now, what happened in Aachen, the capital of the Holy Roman Empire, also verified this point.

After all, the army is still composed of ordinary people, they are not dignitaries, and when faced with the choice of life and death, they are free to betray their monarch and even the pope without hesitation.

When he heard the news, Zhu Zhanhe rushed from the Chinese army tent to the city of Aachen as quickly as possible, watching the people who shouted for freedom being put on shackles, watching the emperor and pope in the capital of the free country They were tied up by their people and sent to the Ming army as a bargaining chip for their survival.

When seeing this scene, for a moment, Zhu Zhanhe really wanted to let the 50 people who walked in the future generations take a look at those foreign adults who professed freedom who they admired and knelt and licked, in the face of life and death. Time is what kind of face.

Then point to their noses and let them think about how the people who are actually protecting them do in the face of danger and aggression.

However, all this can only be thought about after all. (Note 1)

"Is there anything you want to say?" Ignoring the puppet Pope Eugene IV, Zhu Zhanhe looked directly at Sigismund.

The translator faithfully conveyed Zhu Zhanhe's words to Sigismund, but what he got in exchange was Sigismund's mocking smile.

"You can kill the Holy Roman Emperor, but you can't insult the Holy Roman Emperor."

……

While listening to the translation of this sentence, the expression on Zhu Zhanhe's face became more and more weird.

In fact, needless to say, everyone knows what this sentence means, and what Sigismund wants to do, but Zhu Zhanhe seems not afraid at all, and even looks forward to it, and in the end he directly let people Untie him.

Pulling out the saber from his waist, Zhu Zhanhe sent it in front of Sigismund: "Come on, I'll give you a chance, you can try it."

"However, before that, I think you should meet someone."

As he spoke, Zhu Zhanhe waved his hand, and Zhu Ling immediately turned and left.

Sigismund held tightly the saber that Zhu Zhanhe handed over, and looked at Zhu Zhanhe uncertainly.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Although he knew that it was impossible to die with Zhu Zhanhe under such circumstances, Sigismund also knew that this was his only and best chance.

However, Zhu Zhanhe's confident appearance made him a little bit wary.

He didn't know what made Zhu Zhanhe have such confidence, even so confident that he handed the weapon into his hands.

After a while, two healthy horses came galloping from a distance, and stopped suddenly when they were about ten steps away from Zhu Zhanhe.

Zhu Ling turned over and got off the horse, and at the same time pulled the rope in his hand, pulling the person on the horse behind him off.

dang...

The sound of the saber falling to the ground sounded, and Sigismund heaved a long sigh. The 62-year-old Sigismund no longer had half the majesty of the Holy Roman Emperor, as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant, like a Old man.

The one brought by Zhu Ling was none other than Sigismund's only son-in-law, Albrecht.

Sigismund knew that this was Zhu Zhanhe's threat.

A son-in-law is not enough to be Zhu Zhanhe's bargaining chip to threaten him, because what he really values ​​is his daughter, but now that his son-in-law has been dragged out, it proves that Zhu Zhanhe already knows the whereabouts of his daughter.

At least he knew the direction his daughter was fleeing from.

He didn't blame Albrecht, because the other party was just a son-in-law, and he could find another woman if he lost it. In this chaotic era, the most indispensable thing is a woman, but he only has one life.

If identities and positions were exchanged, Sigismund would do the same.

Seeing Sigismund's reaction, Zhu Zhanhe smiled in satisfaction and raised his hand.

Zhu Ling was very straightforward. Albrecht's head was chopped off by him without any muddle.

To this, Sigismund didn't respond at all, but was taken away by the prince's guards like a walking dead.

Although Albrecht betrayed him, for Sigismund at this time, the life and death of Albrecht, the betrayer, did not matter anymore. After all, even if he died, there was no guarantee that his daughter would be alive.

"Clean the battlefield." Zhu Zhanhe gave the last order, then got on his horse and headed towards the large tent of the Chinese army.

So far, the Central European battlefield has basically assessed that although the Holy Roman Empire still has residual power, in the situation where the Holy Roman Emperor and the Pope both fell into the hands of the Ming army, there is no one who can gather these remaining powers. Nothing to be afraid of.

……

It's night, Holy Roman Empire Palace.

This place that once symbolized the supremacy of Central Europe has now become Zhu Zhanhe's.

Standing at the highest point in Aachen, Zhu Zhanhe looked at the first-quarter moon in the sky. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he could tell that Zhu Zhanhe did not feel the joy after the victory of the war.

At least, he didn't show it.

Below, Qian Zhong leaned on the pillar, watching Zhu Zhanhe above.

After such a long period of immersion, Qian Zhong has long known the situation in the European battlefield and the future direction of the European battlefield, and he also knows how significant the destruction of the Holy Roman Empire is to the Ming army's westward expedition to Europe.

However, he didn't know why Zhu Zhanhe still had such a flat expression.

"Report to His Royal Highness!"

While Qian Zhong was staring blankly at Zhu Zhanhe above, Zhu Ling passed by him, knelt on one knee not far in front of him, and reported to Zhu Zhanhe.

Qian Zhong wanted to leave subconsciously, because he was not qualified to listen to these things at the moment, even though he was Qian Yong's son.

However, before he left, Zhu Ling had already started talking.

"This attack on Aachen resulted in a total of more than 12 slaves, including [-] young and strong, and more than [-] old and weak women and children. All of them have been assembled and can be set off tomorrow!"

"Understood." Zhu Zhanhe said very calmly, and then looked at Qian Zhong below.

"Come up."

"Ah?" Qian Zhong was stunned for a moment, looked around, and met Zhu Zhanhe's gaze again, only then was he sure that Zhu Zhanhe was talking about himself.

"Yes……"

The Holy Roman Empire is a political alliance composed of countries in Central Europe. The emperor of the Holy Roman Empire often only has a high status, but in fact he does not have much power. enemy.

However, as the face of the Holy Roman Empire, the residence of the Holy Roman Emperor is definitely the best even if it is for face-saving projects.

As soon as he came behind Zhu Zhanhe, Qian Zhong felt a sense of enlightenment.

The invincible field of vision gave Qian Zhong a feeling of seeing all the mountains and small things at a glance.

"What are you looking at?" Zhu Zhanhe said calmly without turning around.

"Ah..." Qian Zhong was taken aback by Zhu Zhanhe's sudden opening, but he quickly reacted and answered with his head bowed.

"The villain originally wanted to ask His Royal Highness, why my father gave up white phosphorous eggs and kerosene bombs uncharacteristically before you came, and changed to the traditional way of attacking the city, but..."

"But what?" Zhu Zhanhe turned around, leaned on the railing, and looked at Qian Zhong quietly.

"But... I don't know why, the villain feels that you, Your Royal Highness..." Qian Zhong hesitated, but after thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and said his thoughts.

"You don't seem happy."

"Why should I be happy?" Zhu Zhanhe's reaction was still flat, as if what he was talking about was not him.

……

Qian Zhongwen was at a loss for words.

Why be happy?Shouldn't you be happy?The capture of Aachen this time represented the complete demise of the Holy Roman Empire, which was at its peak, and also represented a new milestone in the Ming army's western expedition.

Shouldn't the question be why you're unhappy?
"Hehe..." Zhu Zhanhe straightened up with a smile, stretched out his hand and rubbed Qian Zhong's head.

"For example, you went to take the imperial examination, but you were unlucky. All the scholars who participated in the imperial examination this time were geniuses. In the end, you lost your name."

"After you went back, you redoubled your efforts and applied for the next imperial examination again, and became the number one scholar in one fell swoop, but the scholars who participated in the imperial examination this time are all illiterate idiots."

"Let me ask you, will such a champion make you happy?"

……

Qian Zhong was silent.

He is actually very smart, at least he immediately understood what Zhu Zhanhe wanted to say.

In fact, the combat effectiveness of Europe and Ming Dynasty is not at the same level.

In terms of weapons, Daming has the most advanced firearms in the world, as well as white phosphorous eggs and kerosene bombs that reduce dimensionality.

In terms of discipline, the Ming army was strictly disciplined, but the Holy Roman Empire was a mess.

In terms of supplies, the Ming army had sufficient food and grass, and the grain output of the Holy Roman Empire last year was not absolute, but it was also worrying.

In a war where the enemy was crushed in every way, victory seemed to be expected.

Thinking about it this way, it seems... There is really nothing to be happy about.

Looking at Qian Zhong who was deep in thought, Zhu Zhanhe smiled slightly, turned around, and continued to look at the night view of Aachen.

In fact, there was another reason for his displeasure, but he couldn't tell Qian Zhong about it.

Because in Zhu Zhanhe's view, what he is doing now is just a revenge plan launched in advance by a junior who has learned that period of suffering history, after getting the opportunity bestowed by heaven.

He did succeed, but it wasn't enough to smooth out the resentment in his heart.

Because this is what this land deserves, and it is also the sin that the people on this land should have redeemed.

　I won't explain much here. The guards are naturally the soldiers who are afraid of harmony, so I didn't write directly.

　
(End of this chapter)