Chapter 147 4.7 The Slavic King at the Banquet

"This stuff is really unpleasant to drink when it's bland! Speaking of strong liquor, haha, the liquor brewed by the stinky guys in the Avar Khanate who smell like horse and sheepskin is more powerful!"

After a few glasses of strong liquor and half a leg of lamb, Bakambusi had perfectly drunk with a group of Vikings around him. He spoke a "Viking dialect" with a strong Slavic accent, and introduced the brewing technology of the grassland cavalry to them.

"They use fermented horse milk, mixed with potatoes, barley, and some other unknown things! The whole thing is spicy and sultry, but it's fucking addictive! Ordinary Slavs can choke after drinking a sip!"

"The stinky guys call this kind of horse milk wine; Stunned Donkey, haha, this name is really well-chosen!"

Oleg looked at the Slav king who was getting better and better beside him with some concern, and then secretly pulled his sleeve under the table for the twelfth time. He had to remind his drunken leader not to talk too much about the "Avar Khanate".

Because of this battle, the words "White Bear Bakambusi" resounded throughout the entire Western Continent.

**

Ten years ago, there was a great Khan named Ogedei in the "Avar Khanate" that was once prosperous on the East-West Continental Bridge. He suffered from the frequent erosion of his pastures by Slavic refugees, and led 30,000 light cavalry to the Slavs, vowing to wipe out this group of lawless and wild herdsmen from the territory.

"This kind of beast with no sense of national boundaries is not worthy of being a neighbor of our "Grassland Wolf" Ogedei! Let me become a sharp blade in the hands of "Mongke God" and completely eliminate these ragged Slavic bastards for our people!"

After a swearing-in ceremony, all the Khans of the seven grassland tribes came together to see Ogedei off. On that day, the shaman priests of the seven tribes held a grand worship ceremony, and the morale of the 30,000 grassland cavalry was swelled, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

On the way to the expedition, Ogedei easily wiped out more than ten tribes like a knife chopping bamboo. No Slavic tribe along the way could resist his troops for even half a day.

Until she came to the edge of Bakambusi's fiefdom "Murmansk".

That night, 30,000 troops set up camp in the ice field and made fire to cook. When the night just enveloped the land, Bakambusi rode his iconic white bear and led 3,000 beast warriors to the periphery of the cavalry battalion commander. They set fire to the horses and walked leisurely to Ogedei's tent in the camp with flames rising to the sky.

Bakambusi killed people and horses when he saw them. When he stood in front of Ogedei, there were only 200 people left around him.

But the 2,000-man guards around Ogedei had all died.

Bakambusi did not take his life. In the blazing fire, in front of all the grassland cavalry, he tore off the two ears of the Great Khan and blinded his eyes. He took out his eyeballs and soaked them in a wine flask to drink, and then let the giant bear beside him eat his two legs.

"I left your life to you, do you know why?"

"You should thank those Vikings who are getting more and more fucking soft! These bastards who believe in Odin are getting worse and worse every year. They even want to take a detour when they see me. And you, the descendants of the "God of Mongke", are quite interesting! You actually cut so many wounds on me! I haven't felt this kind of pain for many years."

"Thank you!"

"I hope you will give birth to more sons after you go home, and send me a few every year. You can definitely do it, right?"

While saying these horrifying words, Bakambusi used a burning torch to burn all the wounds on the broken Khan's body to prevent him from dying from excessive blood loss. After finishing all these things, he rode on the giant bear, drank the "Mundaolu" snatched from the big tent, and staggered out of the steppe cavalry camp.

That night, the cavalry did not even eat, and packed their bags and evacuated Murmansk overnight. Those with horses rode, and those without horses ran away. The 30,000-man team lined up in a long line on the desert. Only one sentence echoed in every soldier's mind: "I must run faster than my comrades."

"Only if I run faster than them, I won't die!"

Returning to the Avar Khanate, when the deserters presented the remaining body of King Ogedei to the great ruler "Avar Khan" on the grassland, he turned pale and ordered his herdsmen to continue to retreat southward for 100 miles and return all the grasslands belonging to the Slavs to them.

From then on, no herdsmen of the Avar Khanate dared to set foot on the land of the Slavs.

**

"So, this brother also participated in the battle between the king and the great Khan Ogedei?"

"Participated? Haha, I am a beast warrior! I followed my king and fought all the way to the opposite side of the black-haired old man! Haha, that battle was really impressive! Back then, I was a..."

"My nephew, you have almost finished your wine. You have to leave some for us Viking brothers, otherwise you will drink all the family property of the village chief!" Oleg grabbed Bakambushi, who was spitting at his mouth, and stopped him from continuing to talk.

The upright Slav king is a powerful warrior, but he does not know much about power and intrigue. If he continues to drink at this pace, I am afraid that this guy will reveal that he is Bakambushi Benshi sooner or later.

"Haha, I like this village!"

"Dealing with this group of happy guys is much better than staying in Murmansk and facing those Slav nobles who want this and that every day and are never satisfied!"

The reason why Oleg dared to bring Bakambusi into Hanshui Village was that he relied most on his deep understanding of the Slav king. He knew that Bakambusi did not have deep hatred for the Viking pirates who plundered eastward every year. On the contrary, he regarded this opportunity as a "heavenly punishment" and an opportunity found by Princess Hakkar to control the Slavic population.

The Slavic country has vast land, but it is too barren. If the Vikings did not kill part of the population once a year and plunder another part of the population. The booming 32 Slavic tribes would inevitably fall into a larger scale of internal circulation and accelerate their demise.

It is precisely relying on this group of Vikings that they can survive in this chaotic world until now.

But Oleg does not think so.

During the time he was a slave in the Scandinavian Peninsula, he had seen how the major capital forces in the Western Continent eroded this wild land step by step.

Countless wealthy nobles from the Tang, Byzantines, Visigoths, and Arabs poured into the Scandinavian Peninsula under the leadership of the O'Sullivan family. They used the rich Slavic slave resources to open mines, pastures, and forests to mine valuable resources, and then used ships to transport these scarce commodities in the western continent, bringing considerable profits to the O'Sullivan family.

For decades, Oleg moved to many slave estates. Although he sold his labor, he also broadened his horizons.

Land has never been used only for "growing food" and "raising livestock". Trees all over the mountains, seemingly useless stone mountains, and even the population growing on this land can be exchanged for gold coins by capitalists.

If Bakambusi can obtain this land, all Slavs will be free from the fate of being enslaved forever.

After carrying Bakambusi back to the Coldwater Castle, the two first entered the large bathtub to take a comfortable bath, and then returned to their guest room. Oleg's identity at this time is the host of the Hakhoran Temple, so all his food, clothing, housing and transportation are in accordance with the highest standards.

The high-temperature steam evaporated most of the alcohol in Bakambusi's blood. He lay on a bed woven from soft fox fur, with his hands behind his head.

"If you don't say it, I really can't imagine that there is such a paradise on the other side of the Baltic Sea where Slavs can be the masters! No one in this village is a slave, and everyone lives together equally!"

"To be honest, these people's fire-making is even better than in Murmansk! After living for 36 years, I have opened my eyes today!"

Haha, Oleg chuckled twice and did not comment.

"There is probably no other lord like Loki in the whole Viking world!"

"The reason why the residents of Hanshui Village and Wuya Town are so happy is that Village Chief Loki does not save a penny, but spends all his property to improve people's livelihood.

This lord is really a weirdo.

He doesn't save money, doesn't play with women, and doesn't pursue power. He 'seems' to be very interested in the territory, but he doesn't even have a troop of 'professional soldiers' under his command.

I don't think he is a smart man.

But this kind of person is an indispensable and important part of our plan!"