Billy took the five best to hunt down Mongol survivors to prevent them from regrouping. This victory, after the one over Jebe in the Alps, convinced Russians that the Baron was gonna win this thing. After three centuries of personal security, most Mongols were surprised that their neighbors broke into their homes and businesses to slaughter them. Gangs killed and robbed anyone in Mongolian clothing. A massive redistribution of wealth swept Russia. Back in Kiev, Billy found a new government trying to get off its knees. Instead of bombs, Ivan kept his quads busy transporting food confiscated by Moqali so Russians didn’t starve this winter. Billy let Ivan try out Moqali’s excellent wands. The big guy extended flame for ten meters, screaming like he was having an orgasm. “These are yours if you help me reproduce with your most powerful quads. Preferably prodigies, but I don’t care about looks, bloodlines, or personalities, as long as they hate Mongols.” Ivan studied him for a long time, unsure whether to be flattered or offended.
