Wild North America 1846

But they never expected that Emperor Richard of the Tang Dynasty would agree to fight in person, and it would be a one-on-one battle with twenty-three. This was simply the most exciting news in the European aristocracy this year, bar none.

Richard walked over with a sword and shield in his hand, and said calmly to the group of nobles in front of him, whose eyes were shining with excitement, "Don't say I'm merciless, I'll give you the last three minutes to calm down, and finally

One chance, it’s okay to quit at this time.”

"Look out for yourself, Your Majesty, I will not be lenient."

"The highest honor will definitely belong to the Hearst family. My blood is burning with passion and I can't wait."

"Go away, you boy from the Hearst family. Everyone will witness the glorious glory of the Duke of Marlborough tonight. No one can stop me. His Majesty the Emperor and I bet on Blenheim Palace. After winning the duel,

, I will receive the Huaqing Palace as a reward, and nobles from all over Europe will be witnesses to this historic duel."

Although the arrogant and shouting 7th Duke of Marlborough, John Winston Spencer Churchill, is 40 years old, he is still brave and militant. He is also the oldest and highest-ranked British figure to participate in the duel.

noble.

Duke Churchill was so playful that he not only participated in the duel, but also bet on Blenheim Palace, which has been passed down by the Duke of Marlborough family for generations.

This is a grand palace building that has long been famous in the British Isles. It has always been famous for its long history and countless collections.

The onlookers of London's upper-class aristocrats went crazy. They placed bets on the duel between the two sides, often placing bets on entire properties or manors in London's West End, worth hundreds of thousands of pounds.

The eyes of these noble ladies from the upper class were shining with excitement. They were crowded on the outside of the duel lawn on three levels inside and outside. Many women even ignored the manners of noble ladies and stood on the carriages to look at it. No one wanted to miss this piece of history.

sexual moment.

The three princes clenched their fists nervously, and their palms were all sweaty. Only the cunning Marshal Dai Changfu knew that his majesty's strength was unfathomable, so he whispered comfort beside the seventh prince Li Kun, and at the same time secretly instructed someone to take over.

All bets on His Majesty losing the duel.

Most of the British nobles at the scene were not optimistic about Richard's reckless move of 1-23. The winning-loss ratio reached 1:7. A large 5-storey Norman-style residential building on White Street in the West End of London worth 250,000 pounds.

Property, you can bet on it with just 32,000 pounds in cash.

Marshal Dai Changfu presented a pay-on-demand receipt issued by the Royal Household Office, which he personally pledged as a guarantee, so there was no doubt about its credibility.

In fact, he was just an errand boy. No one in the Tang Empire dared to bet on the life and death of His Majesty the Emperor.

This was what Richard saw the 7th Duke of Marlborough, John Winston Spencer Churchill, excitedly taking out his family's ancestral properties to place bets. He had an idea and ordered Marshal Dai Changfu to do it, and make money on the way.

A little money.

Otherwise, given a few more courages, Marshal Dai Changfu would not dare to do such a thing.

Three minutes are up

Richard looked at His Royal Highness Edward, Prince of Wales, who was the notary of the duel, and said in a calm tone: "Since no one has taken the initiative to withdraw, let's get started."

His Royal Highness Edward, Prince of Wales, had fiery eyes. He nodded heavily, and then announced loudly: "No one can leave the circle of duel until one party finally wins. May God bless you! Let's start now..."

The words just fell

The young Viscount Kirchbach brandished a steel knife in his hand and rushed forward with a loud roar, followed closely by a large group of British nobles. The killing sound was so loud that it instantly ignited the great enthusiasm of the nobles watching.

Crazy shouts and noises filled the duel field, reaching a fever pitch at this moment.

Richard stood with a knife in one hand and casually dropped the shield on the ground with a nonchalant expression. The iron shield was stuck straight on the lawn, sinking about 1/4 of the way.

Seeing the opponent impacting to a distance of more than 10 meters, Richard suddenly moved. He kicked the shield violently, only to hear a loud "bang" sound, and the shield started flying with dirt.

In the blink of an eye, they crossed a distance of about 10 meters and cut across the neck of Viscount Kirschbach who was rushing in front. The two sides collided with each other and made a muffled sound. Everyone could hear the obvious sound of bone breaking and blood splashing.

Come.

Viscount Kirschbach, who was the first to initiate the challenge, had his neck cut in half by the rotating iron shield. His bones were broken and his tendons were broken. He fell to the ground and died in an instant. His death was clean and neat, without any sloppiness at all.

23 minus 1, there are 22 British nobles left on the duel field.

This sudden scene

The noisy shouts and screams outside the duel venue came to an obvious pause, and then they escalated to another level, becoming even more crazy.

Richard snorted coldly, quickly walked to the left with a sharp blade in hand, and then used the Five Tigers' Door-Breaking Sword Technique to strike harshly.

All I saw was the flash of swords forming dense sharp blade wheels, and then there was a series of muffled shouts and screams, broken limbs and broken arms flying into the sky like rain, and blood flowing like a waterfall...

Richard was not stupid. He quickly moved to the left to avoid being attacked. This was a taboo in a one-to-many battle.

Those who took the initiative to rush to the left faced only 4 to 5 people. Under the powerful Five Tigers' door-breaking sword skills, they would be killed or injured in one encounter, and the casualties lying on the ground became stumbling blocks, surrounded by

They continued to fight, which was relatively easy.

A bloody battle for several minutes

More than 10 people were already lying on the ground. Richard grabbed an iron shield he had just snatched with his left hand, and violently covered the head of Churchill VII, Duke of Marlborough, with his backhand. In an instant, he was beaten until his face was covered with blood and his body staggered.

Shaking this way and this way.

Then Richard slashed diagonally with his knife and separated the head of a French viscount. With a shake of his backhand, the broken steel knife in his hand flew out quickly and plunged straight into the chest of Baron Dortmund. It came out through his back. What he saw was the same.

I can't live anymore.

Then Richard lowered his head and dodged a knife in the side, took half a step back, and struck back suddenly with his elbow. He only heard the sound of broken bones "crackling", and the German count Gustav von Alvinsleben who was sneak attacking was killed.

This heavy elbow blow caused blood to spurt out wildly, the internal organs and bones were shattered, the liver and spleen were in a mess, and the body fell over like soft noodles.

Richard's figure was like lightning. He took the steel knife from Count Alvinsleben's hand, took two steps to the right, and then kicked Baron Gutenberg to the side with a side kick for more than ten meters. He fell heavily to the ground and died.

I don't know.

His strikes were extremely heavy, and every blow produced a creepy dull impact sound, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, which sent chills down the back of people's bodies and caused a feeling of fear to arise spontaneously.

At first it was not obvious in the noisy shouting, but as the British nobles participating in the duel were stained with blood one by one, the cheers and shouts obviously dropped by 8 degrees, and now you can hear the heavy blow that made people hair-raising.

Voice.

a while

Seventeen people had fallen dead or wounded in the duel, and only six were still standing intact, including the seventh Duke of Marlborough, whose head was covered in blood and whose body was swaying.

The Duke who once spoke arrogantly was now completely discouraged. Seeing Richard walking up with a sword and shield, he suddenly shouted: "Please wait a moment, Your Majesty, I admit defeat and beg for your mercy and forgiveness."

"I want to teach you a truth, my dear Duke of Marlborough, the sacred imperial power cannot be despised. Anyone who dares to offend the imperial power will pay a price, and life is just the cheapest kind."

"Oh, God... don't come here, please help me, Your Highness Edward!" The Duke of Marlborough was so frightened as he watched Richard, who looked like a murderer, slashing his backhand with a few knives to cut off Baron Chelsea until he was no longer human, and he fell to the ground dead.

He had incontinence of urination and started shouting in a panic.

His legs weakened and he fell to his knees.

The Duke of Marlborough's extremely cowardly behavior was tantamount to a slap in the face to the always arrogant British nobles. Prince Edward of Wales also looked livid, and he hesitated before speaking;

"Your Majesty, for the sake of God, I beg you to be merciful and let them go? There is no doubt that you have won the final victory. There is no point in continuing to take their lives."

"Those who pray for forgiveness must kneel down at my feet to receive forgiveness."

It’s not that Richard has to kill everyone, but the royal family of the Tang Dynasty must establish their integrity, otherwise, wouldn’t it be annoying to have all the cats and dogs entangled with them?

And his request put the remaining British nobles in a dilemma. Among them, John Stanley, Viscount of Birmingham, with red eyes and head, looked at Richard with splitting eyes and said with anger: "Even if I die in battle,

Nor will it bring shame to the noble Viscount Birmingham family. There are no cowards in Great Britain."

Under his encouragement, the remaining four frightened nobles gathered again and stared at Richard's every move. They were already frightened by the opponent's astonishing combat power.

Without exception, the four people held their shields in their hands, forming a semicircular formation.

Churchill, the Duke of Marlborough, who was kneeling on the other side, saw the opportunity, quietly moved his legs, and tried to crawl out of the circle. His cowardly performance simply shocked everyone's attention, and there was a "sigh" outside the stadium.

The British nobles have all been humiliated by Duke Churchill. If they talk about it in the future, it will be an outright humiliation!

Richard didn't care about the quietly moving Duke Churchill, and he had no interest in getting his hands dirty with a British noble who had been frightened to death and lost his fighting spirit. Is it a sense of accomplishment to kill such a coward?

He took two steps with his sword and shield in hand, then suddenly flew forward and rushed into the semicircle in the blink of an eye.

I saw him kicking the round shield hard, and then swinging his sword to catch several attacks. The person who was kicked by him only heard a muffled "bang" sound, and the shield was heavy.

The retaliation caused his arm to fracture immediately and his whole body to fly up to seven to eight meters.

This kick almost caused obvious deflation marks on the buckler, and the brute force was astonishing.

And Richard struck hard at the remaining British nobleman, slashing with flying swords. Blood splattered everywhere, which was shocking to see and triggered constant screams from around him.

The noble ladies turned pale with fear, covered their eyes with trembling hands, and did not dare to look any further.

The result of Viscount Birmingham John Stanley and others' resistance is self-evident. They only lasted less than two minutes, and all three of them were cut off from their flesh and bones. They fell to the ground and died miserably.

Richard raised his hand at the end, and the steel knife in his right hand drew an arc and plunged directly into the ground. By coincidence, the British nobleman who had just been kicked flew into the chest and was nailed to the duel field.

Now the entire duel field was silent. The British nobles who were watching looked at the tall figure with blood-stained clothes. The murderous aura that seemed to be real enveloped the whole place, making people almost gasp and dare not speak loudly.

The ferocious power is so great that it is simply the most powerful in Europe.

(End of chapter)