Tumeng: I am a national advisor in the Golden Family

At this time, Pope Gregory IX was extremely frightened. As a high-ranking pope, he had never seen such a struggle!
From his birth, he was born into a famous family. He became a priest when he just came of age, and then rose through the ranks, becoming a bishop, archbishop, and finally ascended to the throne of the Pope.

His life has been extremely smooth sailing. No noble had ever dared to draw a sword against him, but now a dozen Mongolian soldiers surrounded him and looked at him like a hungry wolf looking at its prey.

This made a certain pope so frightened that he became incontinent, and traces of light yellow liquid flowed out from under his legs.

"Oh God, for the sake of God, save me!" the pope muttered, holding his crown in his arms, raising his scepter and saying.

At this time, the group of Mongolian soldiers who surrounded him were discussing one thing. Who should take the credit for catching the Pope? After all, there is only one location for a hundred households!

"I discovered this guy first."

"Nonsense, I obviously discovered this first."

"Everyone rushed over at the same time. It's really hard to calculate. Why don't we let the eldest prince come and make a decision!" A Mongolian soldier said.

"The guard knight under him was killed by me with one arrow. According to our Mongolian rules, he is my prisoner." A Mongolian soldier said.

There is no mistake, you guys actually want to take credit from me. I was the first one to rush in, and then shot the guards around him to death with one arrow.

According to Mongolian rules, my arrow was inserted into the car next to him first. The car next to him, as well as this man, were all my spoils of war.

Why should I ask Prince Guiyu to come and decide? And then let everyone share the credit equally? Will the position of Baihu still be mine by then?

A group of Mongolian soldiers were somewhat silent when they heard this. Indeed, according to Mongolian rules, if your bow and arrow hit first, then these are your property, and you also shot to death one of the opponent's most important guards.

Normally it would be fine, but this time it is a position for a hundred households! None of them want to give up. The position of Baihu is still very important in Mongolia. You must know that Qianhu is equivalent to the Marquis of the Han people.

"I want to see your supreme leader. You, your supreme leader admits that he is King John, and I am the Pope. I, I demand the fairest treatment." Seeing a group of Mongolian soldiers arguing, a certain The Pope gritted his teeth and spoke.

But it is a pity that the Mongolian soldiers did not understand what he was saying, and a certain pope also did not understand what the Mongolian soldiers said. However, from some subtle movements, the Pope still judged that these guys were competing for credit.

Soon several thousand households and Guiyou rushed over. Capturing the Pope alive this time was a very important task, even as much as conquering the city of Rome.

"What are you all arguing about?" Guyu said.

"Prince Guyuk, we are discussing the spoils of war." The Mongolian soldier who shot the Pope's guard to death with a bow and arrow immediately spoke and told all of his experiences.

"Well! According to our Mongolian rules, this pope is considered your prisoner, so I will give you the position of this hundred households. From today on, you will be my hundred households. When the war is over, I will distribute it to you From the herdsmen." Guyu said.

After this war, he needs to train some of his own team to live in the Kipchak grassland. At that time, these newly enthroned households can allocate the local Kipchak people to them as herdsmen.

The other Mongolian soldiers who wanted to take credit were a little discouraged when they heard what they said. They had no choice but to shoot the Pope's guard to death and insert their bow and arrow into the carriage next to the Pope!
"Others will also share some prizes with you. You have already obtained the position of a hundred households. Just give them half of the treasure in this cart!" Guyu said.

The Mongolian soldier who had just been granted the title of Hundred Households by Wen Yan thought for a moment and nodded. He had already eaten the meat, so at least he wanted to let the brothers who came with him drink the soup, right?
Otherwise, I will not be able to serve in the Mongolian army in the future!

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Upon hearing that there was money available, the Mongolian soldiers present raised their sabers and howled loudly.

"Hahahaha! Pass my order, all soldiers will enter the city and plunder at will." Guyu said.

During the war, as long as you open your mouth and let the soldiers loot at will, you can greatly improve morale. And according to Mongolian rules, the city has not surrendered to itself, so it is natural to massacre the city.

"Prince Guyu, there are many rich small villages around. We can go there to plunder them tomorrow. If we go there late, the villagers might run away." A Mongolian Qianhu said.

When they came, they made a special observation. There were many rich villages and small castles near the city of Rome.

These are all targets of plunder by their Mongols. The men in these areas were basically drafted to the front lines and had no power to resist.

"Well! You are divided into two teams. Each time, 2,500 people go out to plunder. The remaining 2,500 people will guard the city for me. Okay, take your men and play! I Let’s interrogate this pope first,” Guyu said with a smile.

After winning a big victory, he naturally wanted to let his soldiers relax and plunder, so that they would be more convinced of him. This was something he learned from Zhang Yong.

As for himself, as the commander-in-chief of the Mongolian army, half of the property looted this time belongs to him, and there is no need to go out to loot at all.

"Yes! Prince Guyu." Several Qianhu immediately became excited. After turning the horse's head and leaving, what follows is the Mongolian's favorite wonderful performance.

Countless Mongols rushed into the Roman city and began burning, killing, and looting, and the entire city fell into mourning.

Mongolian soldiers rushed into the homes of local residents and began to plunder their property. Those who dared to resist were killed.

Now these Mongolian soldiers have learned a lot. There is basically nothing valuable in the homes of these common people. If you really want to rob, you have to rob those wealthy businessmen or big nobles. Only these people have real gold, silver and jewelry in their hands. To rob such a large household, it can cost hundreds of dollars. Households of ordinary civilians.

Throughout the night, the Mongolian army carried out crazy looting in the city.

"Prince Guyou, the items on his body have been found. There are two crowns, a golden scepter, and a brass cup for drinking water.

A scepter studded with precious stones, several papal robes and a grand ceremony, as well as two artifacts belonging to the military advisor, are all here. "After a Mongolian soldier in charge of body search cleaned all the items, he came to Guyu and said quietly.

Guyu nodded and put away what Zhang Yong indicated he needed, the driving recorder and the modified earthen electric rod.

Then he looked at a certain old pope who was frightened.

This old boy is quite rich. He took so much property with him when he ran away. Now it's all easier for me.

And the two crowns are quite beautiful, one is studded with various gemstones and gold, and the other is studded with pearls and a golden cross.

The two scepters are extremely luxurious, both are inlaid with various gems, but the only thing that is a little eye-catching is this brass-colored cup. What is this thing used for? There doesn't seem to be any special metal inside, and it looks very worn out.

"No! No! Please don't break it. This is a sacred object. This is a real sacred object." The pope kneeling aside said with a trembling voice.

These damn barbarians actually messed with the items used by Jesus. These were truly holy items! It is the cup that Jesus used to drink water. (There were not so many precious items in the Vatican in Rome during this period. Most of the items should have been retained by the Pope in 1612. In real history. In about 100 years, or even less than 100 years, the Pope and the Church should carry the bucket. They ran away collectively and went to France. For a long time, the Pope became the puppet of the French King.)
"I don't care what this is! Now, I want you to write an edict asking all Western coalition forces to surrender to us." Guyou said.

The businessman who was accompanying the translator and stood aside also told the Pope the exact words. What a fickle thing in the world!
Who could have imagined that the Pope, who is so high and noble in the West, would one day become a prisoner.

"This, this is impossible, I, I will not do this." After hearing this, Pope Gregory IX immediately shook his head and said.

"Very good, it seems that there is no point keeping you. In this case, I will kill you!" Guyu took out his saber and said.

Since it is useless, there is no such thing as wasting food in the Mongolian dictionary, so the only choice is to kill the pope. "Wait! Wait! Wait! You, you can't do this, I, I am the Pope, I am the spokesperson of God, you, you can't do this.

I, I know you, you married the princess of Jerusalem, and you have converted in name. If you kill me, no one will recognize you as the king of Jerusalem. "The Pope said in a panic.

He had done some homework on these Mongols, and he also knew that the Mongols carried out a certain Jerusalem princess, and then used it to disgust Baldwin II and Frederick II of the Latin Empire.

But now, this seems to be my life-saving straw! Nominally, the husband in Jerusalem wants to be religious. Since he wants to be religious, you must recognize me as the pope no matter what you say!

"I don't want to be the king of Jerusalem at all, but her son and I can." Guyu sneered and said.

What the hell is the King of Jerusalem? This city is not even in your hands now, and my target is the Mongol Khan, the emperor of all mankind, not the king of a certain country.

"I can officially canonize that woman as the Queen of Jerusalem. When your son officially comes of age, if, if you can take back the Holy City of Jerusalem, then I will make him the King of Jerusalem." The old pope said tremblingly. .

Having your own canonization and not having your own canonization are completely different things, and I can restore your religious membership!
By the way, I have expelled you from the church before, do you really not mind? This is the greatest humiliation!
"Then make my wife the Queen of Jerusalem. We in Mongolia have already canonized her once, and now you have to canonize her again." Guyu said.

In the future, Guyou had no hope of naming his son the King of Jerusalem.

Because it’s hard to say whether the other person can live until then. This guy looks like he’s sixty or seventy years old now, okay?

What's more, his son hasn't been born yet! If the first child is a daughter, it will probably have to wait a few more years.

"Okay! I, I understand, don't worry!" the Pope said.

In short, as long as he is not allowed to write a letter asking all European coalition forces to surrender, then it doesn't matter. After all, if this letter is written, he will be infamy for thousands of years.

You devils, just wait, you will fail sooner or later. Now, he could only pray to his most hated enemy, Frederick II, and pray that this guy could win and drive away these Mongols.

"You go and gather all the people from the Holy See, including the priests, pastors, bishops, archbishops and the like. Pack these people up. We will stay in this city for seven days. After seven days, we will leave here." Guyu said. .

After all, they are going deep alone. Their army will not stay here for too long, and the plan on the front line has also begun. No matter what, I have to go there and get a share of the pie.

"I, I am at least the Pope of Rome. I can agree to all your conditions, but as the Pope, I must stay in the Holy City." The old Pope rolled his eyes and said.

"Really? What happened to the carriage before? Aren't you planning to escape with someone? You can't leave with us now." Guyu said.

You have packed so much gold and silver jewelry and are planning to run away. Don’t I know what you are?

Upon hearing this, a certain pope suddenly blushed.

"I, I, I. Yeah"

These damn Mongols, what do you know?
It was a strategic shift. This city has been captured by you. Of course I can't stay here.

Really, he should walk faster. If he doesn't rule out the priest and the instructions to collect donations, he might be able to leave the city smoothly.

"Huh, if you don't leave, you'll die. You think about it yourself!" Guiyou snorted coldly and said.

You have no role to speak here. Whatever I say is whatever I say. Just follow my lead and follow my instructions.

If you dare to complain, I will kill you.

With a knife on his neck, a certain pope had to give in. Under the pope's order, all the church personnel put down their weapons and were escorted one by one by the Mongols into the car.

The carriage they originally used to escape was now used by the Mongols. After a slight modification, it became their new prison.

In the next few days, in addition to looting in the city, the Mongolian army also sent many troops to loot and plunder supplies in some villages and small towns around the city of Rome.

Such a large-scale robbery frightened the local people, and the news that the Mongols suddenly appeared in the city of Rome also spread very quickly. Soon after, the entire European world knew that the city of Rome had been captured and a certain pope was captured. information.

At this moment, in the frontline coalition camp, Frederick II, who was in charge of commanding the entire army, looked at the letter in his hand in disbelief.

"Are you sure you're not mistaken? Rome, the city of Rome actually fell, the Vatican was breached and the Pope was captured by the enemy?" Frederick II asked.

About a few days ago, Emperor Frederick II of the Holy Roman Empire confirmed the news from Kalman.

An army was sent to test the situation, and it turned out that the Mongols were continuously transporting supplies from Hungary and Poland and hoarding them towards an Austrian border fortress.

The intention of storing supplies was too obvious, and Emperor Frederick II of the Holy Roman Empire also understood that his opportunity had come.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If we can successfully destroy this Mongolian material warehouse, we can cut off the Mongolian food and grass supply.

So he arranged for the knight masters of the three major knight orders, as well as the Grand Master of the Templar Knights to come personally to join the battle.

There were also elite knights sent by the leaders of various European countries, and some noble generals and knights from the Holy Roman Empire who were good at fighting. They led all their cavalry troops and set out collectively to destroy the Mongolian stronghold.

Only one day after the army set out, he received news that shocked him beyond measure.

The real rear area of ​​Europe, the city of Rome, was unexpectedly raided by a Mongolian army. The Mongols actually captured the city in less than a day and captured an old pope.

This news was simply a bolt from the blue, and Frederick II, who was originally in a good mood, was now in a terrible mood.

If a few years ago, he had learned that a certain pope's Papal State had been breached and he had become a prisoner, he would have jumped with joy.

To celebrate, the old rival he had been fighting against had finally come to an end, but the situation was completely different now.

If ordinary soldiers of the coalition knew the news that Rome had fallen and that the Pope had become a prisoner of others, the blow to morale would be really terrible.

The entire coalition army will be demoralized.

"Seal it down immediately. This news must not be known to ordinary soldiers. Even all the nobles and generals in the entire military camp are not allowed to know about this matter." Emperor Frederick II of the Holy Roman Empire said.

"But Your Majesty the Emperor, this news will spread soon. Even if you block the news, it won't last long!" an aide said. (End of chapter)