The Youngest Prince Of The English Royalty House [EN]: Chapter 197

[197. Holding a Dagger (2)]

-Somewhere in Syria-

The weather was clear, with not a cloud in the sky.

However, in the eyes of the old man burdened with guilt, regret seemed to float in that clear sky.

A short while ago, the old Islamic warrior wearing a turban, who had finished ‘negotiating’ with Godfrey, felt regret once more in his heart.

‘If only I had been a little wiser…’

What he regretted was his complacent past.

‘Let’s help the Mongols drive out those Sunni bastards. Allah says that Shia believers are the true Muslims!’

To be precise, they had been excited about using the Mongol barbarians, who pretended to be Christians, to screw over the Sunni bastards, underestimating the barbarians from the East.

Why did they underestimate the Mongols back then? Why did they underestimate the power of the East?

In the end, they tried to use the Mongols but were instead used by them, and the Assassins lost much to the Mongol Empire, which was far from ‘sacred.’

People were sold as slaves to the distant East. Those who resisted were brutally murdered. The Mongol bastards were more vicious than those Sunni heretics.

So, the old Imam joined hands with the ‘real’ Christians. To Europe and the Middle East, the Mongols were a common enemy.

Therefore, the Imam intended to act swiftly.

Before the Imam stood several elite assassins. They were warriors who would harass the Mongols in various ways.

Seeing them, the Imam spoke to the most skilled assassin among them.

“Are you ready?”

“It is already done.”

“Then move out. Hassan, stay behind.”

“Yes!”

As the assassins all departed, he spoke to his dear subordinate, Hassan.

“Hassan.”

“Yes, Imam.”

“Do you think this operation will succeed?”

“Just trust us.”

Hearing his subordinate’s words, the old man spoke again.

“Then I will trust you. No, I have no choice but to trust you.”

His tone was calm, but tears of blood streamed from the corners of the old man’s eyes.

The old man’s tears of blood were silent rage itself. Rage at his country being ravaged by the Mongol army, and the self-reproach that he had barely survived.

Hassan, seeing the tears of blood, spoke.

“Imam… are you alright?”

“…”

The old man was Muhammad, the 5th Imam of the Assassins.

The old Imam (a title for the highest Shia leader) pondered for a moment.

Looking at Hassan, he said.

“I am alright, so you may leave as well.”

“Yes.”

Left alone, the Imam thought.

Whether there were any mistakes in his instructions, and whether he was prepared.

A mere human is just an imperfect beast, unlike the great Allah. Muhammad, who took the name of the last prophet Muhammad as his own, knew this fact well.

“I am sorry. For using you all.”

Most of his subordinates would die. He was not at peace because of that.

But soon, the Imam steeled his heart.

‘I must believe. In myself and my subordinates…’

The Imam had done all he could. The rest was up to the will of the great Allah.

“Allah…”

He prostrated on the ground, facing Mecca, and prayed.

Since ancient times, a man’s weakness was his lower body, and the warriors of the Holy Mongol Empire had even stronger sexual desires.

Even before being unified by the outstanding leader Temujin [Genghis Khan], the steppes were always in chaos, so the Mongols had DNA imprinted in them to have offspring quickly.

The 5th Imam of the Assassins, Muhammad, decided to exploit this point, and even in this situation, he mobilized those who followed the Imam’s orders for revenge.

* * *

[Jochi Governorate]

A few days later.

The operation of those who received the Imam’s orders began.

Middle Eastern women, who were racially close to Caucasians, were living as slaves of the Mongols. Women of beauty were kidnapped and became sex slaves.

“This wench is pretty.”

“Oh, Mongol warrior…”

The beautiful women, who until just now had been wearing kind smiles, possessed coquetry that could melt the hearts of the Mongols.

They were ‘assassins.’

“Die!”

-Thwack.

-Stab.

They assassinated key figures of the Mongol race by stabbing them with knives or poisoning them.

When there was no way to retreat, they ingested prepared ‘suicide poison’ to destroy the evidence.

These women had lost their brothers and husbands.

And for that revenge, they endured offering their bodies to the filthy Mongols.

In particular, the beauties who could only be possessed by steadfast warriors in Mongolia began to kill the men who were driven mad by lust, one by one.

“Die!”

-Thwack.

-Stab.

“What… is this.”

“Poison… it’s poison!”

They began to kill their masters, who had kidnapped and violated them, in various ways.

“The slaves have rebelled! Find them and kill them!”

Of course, the Mongols were furious and searched for those involved, but there were those who wanted them to move.

The female assassins caused a stir as a ‘starting point,’ but that was only the beginning.

What welcomed them were traps that had been set with great care.

-Click.

-Bang!

A child gave a signal. Immediately, gunpowder exploded.

“It’s an attack!”

“This is a riot!”

As a result, the Mongol army’s rear camp began to shake. The commanders, who thought it was already a won battle, were taken aback.

This was because they did not expect the rebellion of the subjugated class to occur so quickly.

Vagrants with dirt on their faces took this opportunity to take out weapons hidden in the straw.

“We have come to avenge the Great Song [ancient Chinese dynasty]!”

“We will avenge these slaughterers.”

“Let us revive our country!”

The Holy Mongol Empire was strong, and in some cases, there were countries that voluntarily bowed their heads to them.

However, the Christian-style administration that controlled them did not function smoothly even in wartime.

This was because there were those who indulged in greed, taking advantage of the absence of the Great Khan [Mongol emperor].

Screams were heard everywhere, and there was a smell of blood, and there was an Easterner watching the scene.

“General Ak, what are you going to do now?”

When a Muslim asked.

Ak Bulkhui said with a cruel smile.

“This is just a warning. Jochi [one of Genghis Khan’s sons] will easily stop this rebellion.”

“Then I will proceed.”

‘It’s time for the Mongols to suffer.’

Safe Zone.

Ak Bulkhui, who received ‘contact’ from the Western monarch he served, honestly liked this order.

This was because the Mongols, who destroyed his country, the Great Song, were the most disgusting race in the world.

‘Godfrey, I’m counting on you for the aftermath.’

And Ak Bulkhui trusted his comrade. He would be able to trouble the Mongol race.

[Near Syria]

News that Ak Bulkhui had started something arrived to Godfrey.

“Your Excellency, the operation has begun in the Jochi Governorate.”

Hearing his subordinate’s report, Godfrey’s eyes gleamed as he said.

“If Sir Ak has started to move, we must move accordingly.”

“Yes, Your Excellency!”

When a war broke out, merchants who aimed for war-time special profits inevitably operated. Both England and Mongolia were operating merchants to transport goods needed in the war.

Asia had many ‘choke points,’ and Godfrey had been carrying out small-scale looting using these various variables.

After all, the ‘owner’ of the Silk Road would not be able to be subdued quickly. That guy is crazy with emotions.

“If we stay still, Jebe [one of Genghis Khan’s generals] will suspect us. Start a fight again today.”

“Yes, Your Excellency.”

Godfrey provoked Jebe’s nerves by starting a fight as usual.

In the meantime, an invisible dagger will go to stab the Silk Road.

* * *

-Eastern Roman Empire-

“Your Majesty, the mercenary force sent by England has arrived.”

‘I granted Safe Zone’s request, but… I feel very strange.’

“Let them in.”

However, unlike his feelings, he needed their support, so the Emperor summoned them to his palace, and the mercenaries paid their respects to the Emperor.

-Click.

“Following the orders of the great monarch of England, King John, we have been dispatched.”

The Emperor of the Eastern Roman Empire half-intentionally stared coldly at the people looking at him.

He said in a very calm voice.

“Traitors of our Eastern Roman Empire, I never thought the armor of England would suit you so well.”

It was a half-mocking remark asking what face those from the Eastern Roman Empire had to come all the way here, but the mercenary leader answered without a care.

“At the time, we had no choice but to serve the Lady.”

“I know. But it is a pity that you have established your base in Rouen [city in France], not the capital.”

The oldest commander among those who heard Alexios II’s words recalled the past.

“Now we are people who follow the Lady.”

“The Lady, huh. Thinking about it that way, it’s a shame. That you are not Roman people.”

Marie’s close aides returned to the Eastern Roman Empire. However, looking at the Emperor of their old homeland, they were nothing more than mercenaries who had come to help the Eastern Roman Empire fight the Mongols.

“Then I will fulfill the contract.”

“Yes, please do as the contract states.”

Having come to his country as a mercenary, Mikhail and his forces have no intention of breaking the contract. This is because it is the order of their lord, Anna.

‘Anna, that person has given us so much. At first, she was just a princess we protected, but now she is our lord who takes care of us like family.’

Mikhail, who immediately got on his horse, held a newly developed telescope from Toulouse [city in France], and inspected the battlefield.

“They don’t know we exist.”

“That seems to be the case.”

“Good. Now, let’s go support the main force of the Eastern Roman Empire. That way, they will be able to start the operation with peace of mind.”

“Yes, Captain Mikhail.”

-Thud thud thud.

The Mikhail mercenary force, which had begun to move in that way, fearlessly headed towards Anatolia and began to march.

* * *

-England, Anjou-

There is a lot of work.

No, it was natural that there was a lot of work. The Holy Mongol Empire is not an easy opponent.

But it was rewarding. I am burning everything I have to make a major counterattack against the Mongols.

I looked at the world map.

On the map showing Asia, Europe, the Middle East, etc., were the chess pieces I had placed. Knights, pawns, and kings were placed on it.

‘Those guys came aiming for a single blow from the start, so it’s not easy to completely drive them out.’

It was not easy to destroy the Mongols, who had obtained the choke point of Poland. Still, I had hope.

The power of the West, united under the name of the Crusades, was also not to be underestimated.

‘Besides, the moment the Silk Road and Persia are in chaos, the Mongols’ main supply route will be ruined.’

At that time.

Peter and Amiar came to me and said.

“We are expanding the roads according to Your Majesty’s will.”

“All the Christian countries have participated in the Crusades.”

The war is going as I planned.

‘In the end, the key is the Middle East.’

The secret weapon against the Mongols is the Crusades marching up from the Middle East.

Fortunately, the Kingdom of Jerusalem was not destroyed, but had become our Crusader outpost. Our Crusaders are slowly moving up from Syria.

Of course, to overcome the Mongols’ obstruction, we need to make the counterattack more efficient.

‘So I used my head a bit.’

After finishing my thoughts, I asked Robin.

“Robin. How is it going?”

“Lord Godfrey and the leader of the Shia have begun a joint operation. There will be good news soon.”

A large-scale operation has begun in the Middle East.

First, I brought the Islamic friends to our side. We gave each other great wounds during the Third Crusade, but either way, aren’t Christianity and Islam descendants of Abraham?

Besides, reliable Easterners also joined. They also despised the Mongols and decided to enter the Eastern Crusades and lend us their strength.

The time has come for the Holy Mongol Empire, which wore the skin of Christianity and ravaged the world, to be struck with an iron hammer.

“The grand strategy that Your Majesty has devised is bound to work. Aren’t the attributes of power similar for both the Mongols and us?”

“Yes, in that sense, I hope there will be good news.”

“Your Majesty’s will shall be done.”

The Holy Mongol Empire will have to be wary of the revival movements of various ethnic groups, as well as women, children, and beggars. Now they will have to face the sight of the weakest and most pathetic people resisting them with all their might.

But the real key is to turn the Borjigin clan [Genghis Khan’s clan] into a broken mess.

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