Chapter 162: Real Men's Battle
Count Mensa is a little confused now.
His grandson was still lying in the treatment cabin. Although he was no longer seriously injured, his injuries were real.
The envoys from the Luofeng Empire were on their way, but half an hour ago they suddenly announced that they would not go to the court ship suspended in the synchronous orbit outside the planet, but instead applied to enter the atmosphere and come to the Mensa family mansion for negotiations.
Is there anything else to negotiate?
The matter is so clear now. Princess Luofeng used a sharp weapon to seriously injure the future heir of the Mensa family. Isn't it enough for the royal family of Luofeng Empire to admit their mistakes, compensate, and punish the barbaric and cruel princess?
What made Count Mensa even more confused was...
Mrs. Mag from the Foreign Affairs Bureau wrote to him five minutes ago and actually asked him to lead the Mensa family to sincerely apologize to the royal family of the Luofeng Empire.
What's the reason for this?
Is this still the Sherman Empire?
The Luofeng Empire is nothing more than a vassal empire without complete sovereignty. It is just a dog of the Sherman Empire!
As a hereditary noble of the Sherman Empire and a member of an old earl family, is he going to apologize to the royal family of the Luofeng Empire?
This is too ridiculous.
Count Mensa sat in the secret study of the manor, smoking a cigar-like mixed invigorating substance and letting himself sink into the smoke.
Although he was stopped by his own son when he was investigating the matter, Count Mensa probably knew what had happened.
It is nothing more than the corrupt behavior that often occurs among nobles.
The victim, his grandson, liked mature and beautiful women, which was not a big deal to Count Mensa.
Wasn't he like this when he was young?
It's normal for men to need time to mature, and it's normal for them to be a little indulgent when they are young.
Now it is a fact that his grandson is seriously injured and they are victims.
But Mrs. Margot was a shrewd and capable noblewoman, and she would never do anything without a purpose.
It was Madam Mag who At that time, Madam Mag was not yet the deputy director.
The Mensa family gained a princess from a vassal state, which enhanced the family's reputation; the Imperial Foreign Affairs Bureau arranged for a spy to enter the vassal state to strengthen control over it.
Both parties benefited from this matter.
Moreover, Count Mensa understood the terrifying power behind Madam Mag. Her husband was a powerful general in the Imperial Army, and her father was a retired minister who was still alive and had won the trust of His Majesty the Emperor.
The royal family of Luofeng Empire, Count Mensa may not care.
But he must treat this Mrs. Marg with caution.
What kind of pressure is Mrs. Marg under?
Ding-ling-ling——
The retro and strange military communicator made a ringing sound.
Count Mensa glanced at the bust on the communicator, quickly put out the 'cigar' in his hand, quickly adjusted his collar, and selected the connect button.
An old general with white hair and wearing an imperial military uniform appeared before Count Mensa.
This was a lieutenant general, Earl Mensa's immediate superior at the time. His title and family power were far superior to his.
"Count Mensa," the lieutenant general frowned and asked, "is your grandson in good health?"
"It's not a big problem, it's just a general penetrating wound," Count Mensa said immediately, "The young people got into some conflicts after drinking, and I didn't expect to alarm you."
"How do you teach your grandson?"
The lieutenant general said coldly:
"A young man in his prime was almost killed by a 15-year-old girl! Is this the Mensa family that established itself through military merit?"
"General," Count Mensa whispered, "it's my fault for not teaching well and bringing shame to the empire."
"That's good to know," the lieutenant general said, "The Luofeng Empire's envoys will arrive at your place immediately. This matter cannot be made a big deal, do you understand? If your grandson can move, get out of bed and apologize to the Luofeng Empire's royal family. This matter will end here."
Apologize?
Count Mensa frowned and said, "Why? It's obviously my grandson who was seriously injured. They are the ones who should apologize!"
"Even though I don't understand what happened, it must be some ugly actions to force a fifteen-year-old girl to resist!"
The lieutenant general's eyes were aggressive:
"Do you know why I came to you? It was a duke who called me personally and asked me to contact you. Since I am your superior and your guide in the army, I was also implicated in this difficult task by you.
“Your Mensa family has offended someone you shouldn’t have offended. The new King of Luofeng, Edwang, is very good at interpersonal communication. He maintains a good friendship with all the princes.
"The financial resources of the Luofeng royal family are their stepping stone for socializing. Remember, go and apologize!"
The lieutenant general hung up the call directly, leaving Count Mensa in confusion.
Does the Luofeng royal family have such great power?
Ding-a-ling!
Count Mensa saw a bust that was somewhat strange yet familiar, and chose to answer the call suspiciously.
This is an old man with a greasy face, wearing a formal dress and saying with a smile:
“Hello, Honorable Count Mensa, it is not easy to get your contact information.
"How is your grandson?
"Oh, yes, let me introduce myself first. I am the director of the Economic Development Department of the Affiliated State of the Ministry of Finance of the Empire. We have met before, at several high-level banquets..."
The old man kept on talking for a long time, and Count Mensa was a little confused about the purpose of his call.
"You want to persuade us to let the princess of the Fallen Wind Empire go, right?"
"Yes, that's probably the case," the director said with a smile, "Do you know about the Luofeng Empire?"
"Know a little bit," Count Mensa lit up his 'cigar' and continued, "They are a relatively powerful country among the vassal states."
"The annual silver they contribute is equivalent to the tax revenue that five average administrative stars contribute to the empire."
The director said seriously:
"I understand what happened there... Your grandson tried to insult the former princess of the Luofeng Empire. This is a scene that I cannot even imagine.
"I saw a surveillance video. It is said that the emperor of Luofeng Empire personally fed back the video to a prince.
"I must remind you that you are not in the right in this matter. It is a fact that the other party hurt your grandson, but I think, can you consider the overall situation, show your open-minded side, give up holding them accountable, and then apologize to the imperial family?
"Think about it, if someone hurt your mother, would you be furious?"
Count Mensa: ...
What kind of analogy is this!
“Is this what the Ministry of Finance meant?”
"No, no, no, this is just my personal reminder," the director sighed, "If your grandson is okay, please consider this matter carefully."
"I understand."
Count Mensa hung up the call with a gesture.
He leaned back against the soft back of the chair.
The Earl, who had spent half his life in the military and in the imperial circle, had now realized the seriousness of the situation.
Yes, it was the Emperor of Luofeng Empire who was putting pressure on him.
The energy that the other party can mobilize is far beyond one's imagination.
The director's metaphor - the annual silver of the Luofeng Empire can be compared to the tax revenue of five administrative stars - gave Count Mensa an intuitive understanding of the importance of the Luofeng Empire.
Then think of the previous direct conflict between Luo Feng and the New Federation, as well as the Empire’s measures to reduce annual silver.
This vassal state is not simple.
Do you want to keep things quiet?
Count Mensa was thinking this when his communicator rang again.
Ding-ling-ling——
Damn!
Is this the end? Who is the official bribed by the Luofeng Empire this time?
Lord Mensah looked down, and the bust cheered him up.
Oh, it’s the respected Director of the Foreign Affairs Bureau, the real powerful minister of the empire, an honorary marquis who is shrewd and capable and deeply trusted by His Majesty.
Count Mensa quickly pressed the answer button.
Outside the door, the old butler of the Earl's manor was running hurriedly.
A small transport ship capable of carrying a hundred people left the near-Earth spaceport and was heading towards Count Mensa's estate, and sent a request for landing.
Their application was very arrogant, with only one sentence:
"I am the Earl of the Fallen Wind Empire, and I am here to duel with your Earl Mensa!"
…
The transport ship wrapped in the energy shield rushed towards the surface of Count Mensa steadily and at high speed.
They have obtained access permission to the administrative planet, and this transport ship is also an imperial ship rented directly at the spaceport at a high price. The air defense system of this administrative planet will not launch an attack on them.
In the middle of the transport ship, sixty members of the Royal Guard lined up neatly, staring intently at the legendary captain who was walking out from the Fourth Battalion of the Fourth Guards Regiment of their Guard Army in front of them.
Behind Yang Ming, the surveillance video was played repeatedly.
This group of male and female guards were extremely angry.
Are the guards who are used to protect Princess Dana and Her Royal Highness the Princess just there to do nothing?
This is an insult to their entire guard!
Yang Ming cleared his throat and said, "I admit that I was a little impulsive just now and asked you to prepare your weapons. This is the Sherman Empire, we cannot use our weapons. Put all your equipment on the sides and only wear ordinary military uniforms!"
"Yes! Sir!"
A group of people shouted at the top of their lungs and quickly put down their laser rifles.
Those diplomats who were out of breath unconsciously straightened their postures.
"very good!"
Yang Ming said calmly:
“Next, we will go to the mansion of Earl Mensa. There are hundreds of permanent guards in their mansion, and there are also the Earl’s private army outside.
"This is a duel, a duel concerning national honor! I will initiate this duel in my private capacity, and your first task later will be to shout at the top of your lungs!
"Mensa men come out to fight... that's what they say!"
"Yes! Sir!"
"Listen carefully," Yang Ming said, "If they start to attack me, you will charge forward. Do you all know how to fight?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Whoever acts like a coward, I will personally deal with him when I get back! Rest where you are!"
A group of officers and soldiers sat cross-legged in unison, their breathing becoming stronger.
The colonel came running over with several senior officers. They were all old, but now they put down their laser pistols, took off their military jackets, wore vests, military pants, and leather boots similar to everyone else, and sat at the front.
Yang Ming nodded to them and turned to look at the porthole in front of him. Count Mensa's mansion was already visible in the distance, and their manor guards were also gathering quickly.
A diplomat walked up quickly.
"Sir, is it necessary to make things so awkward? Going straight to fight with the Earl's family of the Sherman Empire, this, this is really..."
“This is the most efficient solution.”
Yang Ming smiled, gave the diplomat a meaningful look, and said slowly:
“This war must not only be fought, but also fought beautifully and with discretion. We must show the power of the Fallen Wind Empire, but we must not offend the aristocracy of the Sherman Empire.
"Later, don't be idle. Go and register a live broadcast account first. Register in the name of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Luofeng Empire and register on several platforms.
"As soon as I start, start a live broadcast for me... learn the white ghost that has been very popular these two days."
"Sir, are we really going to go to war with the Mensa family?"
"Did you hear what I said?"
"I heard it clearly."
Yang Ming waved his hand and said, "Go ahead and do it. Do it well. Then go back and ask His Majesty Edwang to give you a promotion and a raise. If you mess up, I'll ask you to change jobs and reduce your salary."
The diplomat was cheered up: "I will follow you and charge forward!"
Yang Ming patted the diplomat's arm, turned around and continued to stare at the towering manor below.
The transport ship received a response from the other party and, following the guidance of the ground watchtower, descended towards the hillside outside the manor.
Half an hour later, the transport ship landed smoothly.
Madam Mag sat in the ship of the Foreign Affairs Bureau, looking at the projection screen in front of her. She was originally feeling very troubled, but now she calculated the possible follow-up of the incident and suddenly found out...
The duel method is actually very clever.
It can both maintain honor and express the spirit of both sides to never compromise on their respective positions. Even if people die, in the cultural atmosphere of the empire, both sides will be considered warriors.
The aristocracy will not be disgusted by the fall of the wind, but the common people will enjoy it because of its passion and violence.
The fact that Princess Daina was almost insulted will also be suppressed as the duel ends.
Not only that, there is no chance that Dana’s true identity will be exposed.
The grandson of the Earl actually threatened Dana with her identity... As expected, Earl Mensa did not take his repeated instructions seriously. It is time for this family to curb their arrogance.
Mrs. Marg's eyes flashed with a hint of viciousness, but soon returned to normal and continued to stare at the projection screen.
From a bird's-eye view, you can easily see:
Most of the living people in Count Mensa's manor came out.
Count Mensa did not show up. More than 20 middle-aged and young men in military uniforms, with more than 100 tall and strong, fully armed guards, stood on the hillside.
Soon, Yang Ming's head appeared in their sight, followed by Yang Ming's tall, thin and strong body.
No weapons, no guns, no protective gear.
Seeing this , the leader of the Mensa family, a middle-aged military officer , handed the laser pistol, lightsaber, and protective shield to the people next to him, unbuttoned his collar, and walked towards Yang Ming head-on.
More than sixty unarmed Luofeng soldiers appeared behind Yang Ming.
The Mensa family members immediately imitated the officers, handed their equipment to the people behind them, and went straight forward.
More than twenty officers and forty guards.
The Mensa family dispatched the same number of people as the Luofeng Empire.
Count Mensa, who was watching all this secretly, secretly issued an order. The guards with equipment quickly retreated, and all weapons were removed inside and outside the entire manor to prevent "accidental injuries".
The Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Luofeng Empire started live broadcast.
Yang Ming began a brief and hasty exchange with the representative of the Earl of Mensa's Palace:
"You have insulted the country of Luofeng!"
"You have insulted the Mensa family!"
"I, the Honorary Earl of the Luofeng Empire, challenge your Mensa family to a duel!"
"I accept your duel on behalf of my brother. Right here, let's solve this problem in a manly way!"
"I mean," Yang Ming raised his head slightly, "I want to challenge your family! All the men of the Mensa family, stand up!"
A group of Fallen Wind soldiers in the rear shouted, "Mensa's men, come out and fight!"
The middle-aged officer was filled with rage. He clenched his forty-year-old fist and smashed it on Yang Ming's head.
Yang Ming raised his arms to resist the opponent's attack, staggered back half a step, and then kicked out with a whip kick. The force was controlled too lightly, so the opponent dodged it by leaning back.
But before Yang Ming could stand firmly, he immediately rushed forward, grabbed the officer's belt and pulled it back violently, throwing him heavily to the ground, and then sat on him and started a set of military turtle punches.
Several young men from the Mensa family rushed up from the periphery.
Yang Ming knocked the man unconscious with a punch, and then he fought off the attack by himself, hugged a young man by the waist and threw him to the ground.
I don't know who shouted.
The Luofeng Empire guards charged forward, and the Mensa family members and the group of guards pounced downwards.
Inside the Foreign Affairs Bureau ship suspended in space, Madam Magg looked at the bird's-eye view with shining eyes as a passionate hand-to-hand fight unfolded on the hillside.
"This officer named Yang Ming is really good."
Mrs. Margo drank some soothing tea and laughed happily.
Three or four galactic hours later.
The Imperial Noble Court ship slowly sailed away from the outskirts of the administrative planet of Earl Mensa's fiefdom and headed for the next airspace where the conflicts among the nobility needed to be mediated.
Luo Feng and his entourage, including Princess Dana's visiting team and the envoys who arrived later, all gathered in the transport ship sent by Luo Feng.
Princess Daina, Emilia, and several maids took a small boat into the rear cabin of the transport ship.
They didn't know what had happened. Their external communication equipment had been confiscated before. They just suddenly received a notice that the matter had been resolved and they were released without charge. Then they took this small boat to the spaceport.
Princess Daina was extremely frightened along the way.
She was afraid that her boss would abandon her, and that there was a bomb on the boat...
She could already accept this outcome, but Emilia was still very young.
But nothing happened. The journey back was so peaceful that Princess Dana thought it was a dream.
The boat sailed into the tail cabin and entered the gas isolation film, and the flying wing door slowly opened .
Princess Daina took a few deep breaths and suppressed her chaotic thoughts, while Emilia's cheers could be heard from the side.
"Bounty Hunter! Why are you here?!"
Major Yang Ming!
Princess Dana lowered her head and rushed to the flying wing door. When she looked up, she saw two rows of people standing in front of her.
"salute!"
A group of royal guards, with bruised faces and bandages all over their bodies, performed the imperial salute to Princess Daina in unison.
Yang Ming was right in the front, with his right arm raised at the moment, a faint smile on his lips.
"What's wrong with you?" Princess Dana asked softly.
"The Mensa family got the punishment they deserved," Yang Ming said lightly, "As long as you are the princess of the empire, the guards will not allow you to suffer any humiliation."
Yang Ming looked at Emilia, who was a little nervous, and blinked gently.
"Well done this time. I'll teach you lightsaber swordplay when we get back."
Emilia smiled elegantly and sweetly.
"besides……"
Ships are also territory.
"Welcome home, Your Highnesses, Princess and Princess."
Princess Daina was stunned for a moment, her eyes inexplicably reddened, but she immediately suppressed it and touched Yang Ming's chest in return .
