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An arrow whizzed past his side and embedded itself in the ground, followed by the sound of rapid hoofbeats from behind.
Looking back, they saw three cavalrymen with bows and arrows raised, shouting things like "Stop!" and "Don't let him get away!"
They are Cumans!
They wore light scale or leather armor, with face shields or metal helmets with neck guards, and Hungarian sabers at their waists. One of the light cavalrymen also carried a lance.
Judging from the way the other side had just fired that arrow, Mo Jiang didn't think they wanted to communicate with him in a friendly manner.
After estimating that there were still several dozen meters between them, Mo Jiang dismounted. Even on horseback, a fully armored heavy infantryman could not outrun three light cavalrymen.
Therefore, his choice was quite simple: rather than running away, he might as well dismount and fight.
Drawing the mace from his waist, Mo Jiang stood still, watching the approaching Cuman cavalry. After he stopped moving, the light cavalry's arrows became much more accurate.
But when faced with 3mm high-carbon steel, medieval arrows had only one fate.
That was defeat, a crushing defeat, a complete rout!
Encased in steel, the only exposed weakness of this steel monster was its eyes, which were visible beneath its helmet.
However, the rate of fire of the Kuman light cavalry's arrows was not fast in Mo Jiang's eyes, and the arrows that tried to be shot at Mo Jiang's eyes were easily deflected.
An arrow that isn't deflected will only have its impact on the armor plates when facing 3mm high-carbon steel, merely polishing them.
"Much worse than the bows and arrows those seventeen guys used."
Mo Jiang even had the mind to make a judgment. When the light cavalry approached, they fired a rapid-fire barrage of arrows in an attempt to suppress Mo Jiang. However, when he covered his eyes with his arm, the arrows could only polish the armor plates.
"what!"
At this moment, Mo Jiang was very close to the light cavalry, so close that he suddenly stomped his foot, leaving a deep footprint on the ground, and charged towards the three light cavalrymen like a cheetah.
Their speed and ferocity were so great that the light cavalry were unable to immediately control their warhorses to create distance.
The warhorses were already intimidated by the charge launched by the steel monster.
Even the most skilled cavalryman cannot eliminate the inherent fear of warhorses.
The mace in his hand slammed viciously into the light cavalryman's abdomen, knocking him off his horse and causing his companion behind him to fall as well.
Even with the protection of armor, the area struck was so badly that the internal organs were shattered, and the person was knocked off their horse; it seemed certain they wouldn't survive.
Of the three cavalrymen, one was dead, one fell from his horse, and the remaining one, before he could react, felt himself being forcefully pulled off his horse.
The light cavalryman was suddenly pulled off his horse by a great force, and the impact left him dizzy and disoriented. When he finally managed to stand up, he found that the iron tower-like warrior was already standing in front of him.
"Not heavy enough, it's too easy to tear; the armor isn't good enough, the protection isn't adequate."
Accompanying Mo Jiang's evaluation was a vicious mace that smashed directly onto the head. The Cuman's helmet dented instantly, and the mace sent a jolt through his skull. Red and white liquids flowed out from under the helmet.
The last remaining Cuman wanted to beg for mercy, but before he could speak, the last thing he saw was that steel monster-like body charging towards him at a speed that heavy infantry should not have.
As the mace, stained with brains and blood, was raised, the last Cuman's vision went black, and he felt nothing more.
In the blink of an eye, with an almost complete victory, he annihilated three light cavalrymen. Mo Jiang then calmly offered his assessment of the Cuman light cavalry of this era.
"Your archery skills are not good enough, and your combat skills are not proficient enough. In conclusion, you are not even qualified to join the club."
"Much worse than the former president's clique."
Looking back on what she faced when she challenged for the position of president, Sue even doubted how she managed to win.
Seventeen guys riding heavy motorcycles, their composite bows could hit anyone like a target, each clad in heavy armor, and with the power of their motorcycles, they were practically modern-day heavy cavalry.
Most importantly, Mo Jiang, the challenger, is a heavy infantryman.
Mo Jiang only remembered that after that fight, he rested for a whole week and didn't leave the house. If someone hadn't called him, he would have failed at least two or three subjects.
In the end, Mo Jiang used all his strength to knock those seventeen animals unconscious, even while wearing heavy armor.
When he finally knocked out the former president, he may have used too much force and stunned him. After waking up, the president kept muttering the Seven Hates.
If it happened again, Mo Jiang would choose to use the 100-ton Wang Chuang to kill them.
Looking at the three corpses at his feet, and then at the spot where the light cavalry had emerged, Mo Jiang narrowed his eyes. "Have the Cumans already appeared near Latai by now?"
The appearance of Cuman troops means that Skalitz is not far from being conquered and burned by the Cumans.
These three cavalrymen were probably scouts.
The three light cavalrymen's horses hadn't gone far when Mojiang quickly retrieved them. The Cumans' horses carried the corpses, while Mojiang rode Radji's horse to lead the way.
Warhorse Mojiang decided to stay behind, and the corpses and equipment of the Cumans would be considered a gift to Lord Latai.
If I remember correctly, the one currently in charge of Rattay is the acting lord, Hannash.
……
The following day, Mojiang, with four horses and three corpses, finally arrived at the city gate of Latai.
A night spent in the wilderness is definitely a profound experience for Mojiang.
Of course, in a negative sense.
"Next time I'll have to bring insect repellent, a flashlight, and a tent."
Upon seeing the city gates of Latai, Mojiang couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. Due to his lack of experience, he had a very difficult time last night.
If he weren't afraid that he would reappear in Skarlitz if he traveled through time again, wasting a whole day's journey, he would have even thought about finding a door to go home.
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When Mo Jiang, clad in full heavy armor, appeared at the gates of Latai City, the guards instinctively tightened their grip on their weapons.
As professional soldiers, they were well aware of the destructive power of heavy armor covering the entire body. To put it bluntly, even if they had ten comrades with them, they would not dare to launch an attack first.
Not to mention that the newcomers were riding horses, and with the speed boost from their warhorses, they were unstoppable in their charge.
"Stop...stop..."
The soldier with the mouth could be seen trembling slightly; he felt as if he were facing a giant bear.
Before the guard could finish speaking, a letter was handed over by the bear-like figure: "A letter from Lord Raddy of Skalitz, to be delivered to Lord Hannash."
As he spoke, he pointed to the three horses following behind him and the corpses they carried, "Important military intelligence, go and report the news immediately."
Seeing that the letter indeed bore Radji's stamp, the guard immediately turned and ran to report the situation to his superior.
Whether it was because he was delivering a message or because he felt immense pressure standing in front of Mo Jiang, the guard ran at a speed he had never seen before. He even felt like he could race against a warhorse.
……
With Radji's letter and the words "Important Military Intelligence," Mojang had long ago seen Hannash, the acting lord of Rattay.
Glancing at the horse Mo Jiang had brought, and the corpse on it, Hannah looked at the people mentioned in the letter, his tone somewhat unfriendly, "The 'important military intelligence' you mentioned, is it these three corpses?"
The unfriendly tone stemmed from Radji's letter; Lord Hannah was illiterate, so he was very disdainful of any letters that came his way.
Especially since Skarlitz, where Radji was located, was not particularly far from Rattay, he thought it was entirely possible to send a messenger to deliver the message orally.
"To be precise, it was three Cuman cavalry scouts. Sigismund's army had already reached the vicinity of Lathai."
Mojang didn't know what Radji's letter said, mainly because he couldn't understand medieval Bohemian script. He would have a hard time even passing the English Level 6 exam, let alone learning a new language.
However, he knew very well that if he wanted Hannah to take the Cuman threat seriously, it was definitely not about talking.
We need to make Hannah see a real threat.
For example, the three Cuman cavalrymen who appeared near Lathai.
The Cuman corpses were still wearing their armor, and when their masks were pulled back, their terrified expressions were clearly visible.
It was as if they had encountered something incredibly terrifying.
Hannah could naturally see that the only cause of death for these Cumans was being struck in a vital spot by a blunt object.
And that murder weapon...
Hannah glanced discreetly at the mace at Mo Jiang's waist.
"follow me."
With that, Hannah led Mo Jiang to his conference room and asked everyone else to leave first.
Since no meeting was being held, there weren't many people in the meeting room; the only ones were servants who came to clean.
Hannah sat down and scrutinized Mo Jiang with a critical eye. Seeing the smooth skin of a modern college student beneath the helmet, he began to trust the things mentioned in Radji's letter to some extent.
Even the slovenlyst college student of the 21st century has better skin than a minor nobleman of the Middle Ages.
This is an overwhelming victory for nutrition and modern medicine.
"Radij told me you are an alchemist?"
If someone else said that to him, that person would be ruthlessly kicked out of Hannah's sight.
But Radji made a firm promise in his letter, and there were three Cuman cavalrymen that Mojang had clearly killed himself, as well as Mojang's armor that looked more valuable than Latai's.
These factors combined prevented Hannah from immediately dismissing the other party as a fraudster and driving them away.
Mo Jiang had a pretty good idea of what Radji's letter would contain. He just smiled and didn't answer the question directly. "Identity isn't important. What's important is what I can offer you."
As he spoke, he took out a bag of salt and a bag of sugar from his satchel, both of which were sealed in plastic bags without any words or patterns.
Open the two sealed bags, dip a piece of the contents into the food using disposable wooden chopsticks, and put it in your mouth to indicate that the contents are not poisonous.
From the moment Hannah saw what Mo Jiang took out, his eyes were glued to it. He took the sealed bag and tried to open and close it several times before realizing its benefits.
A sealed bag that won't break easily.
But the bag is just packaging; what really matters is what's inside.
The sweet aroma immediately awakens the craving for the taste of "sweetness" in our DNA.
This flavor symbolizes more energy and a better physical condition, a shared pursuit of both body and mind.
For medieval Bohemia, sugar was a scarce resource. Located in the interior of Central Europe, Bohemia lacked the tropical climate suitable for sugarcane cultivation and could not produce sugar locally.
During this period, Europe had not yet developed a large-scale sugar production system. Sugar mainly relied on imports and was expensive, making it a luxury item for the nobility.
Sugar was a scarce commodity in medieval Europe. In the 14th century, the average annual sugar consumption of European nobles was less than 1 kilogram, and ordinary people had almost no access to it.
As Bohemia was part of the Holy Roman Empire, the distribution of sugar was subject to aristocratic monopolies and trade networks, which further exacerbated the shortage.
Portugal established sugarcane plantations through colonial expansion in 1460, while the sugar industry in Bohemia did not develop until the late 16th century.
Therefore, the white sugar brought by Mojiang is a luxury that no one can refuse.
It is something that, once it appears, will attract countless nobles.
Not to mention its white color, Hannah immediately felt that the sugar he had encountered before was black and yellow, and was not worthy of being compared with it at all.
"These goods should be of interest to you."
Mo Jiang's voice pulled Hannah back to reality. He stared intently at the unknown stranger. "What do you want?"
"A house in Lathai, and a permit to purchase warhorses."
Horses were war materials and rarely circulated in the market, let alone warhorses, which were directly subject to military control.
If you really investigate this, it's a highway straight to the gallows, or even more directly, it might just get you beheaded on the spot.
Upon hearing Mo Jiang's request, Hannah subconsciously frowned.
But this hesitation did not last long.
“I will supply twenty pounds of sugar and salt each month. Lord Hannash, please sell them for me. I will only accept gold.”
“For every fifteen pounds sold, one pound will be your reward, Lord Hannah.”
"how?"
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Mojang offered Radji a commission of one pound for every twenty pounds sold, but Hannah naturally couldn't offer the same price.
Although Hannash is not the rightful heir to the Lathai kingdom, but merely acting as a successor to his nephew, Kapon will soon come of age and reclaim his territory.
But a local official is more powerful than a distant one; at least for this period of time, the highest-ranking official in Lathai was the one in front of him.
Therefore, he needs to offer a more favorable price than Radji.
The reason for wanting a house in Rattay is to have a place to stay here, while the purchase permit for the warhorse is a way to prepare for the future.
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