Chapter 1138: Rumyantsev's Doubts

Zou Sheng gave a cold smile.

These good-for-nothings, as soon as they saw they had started to take the initiative, they couldn't help but jump out again.

They want to snatch military merit again...

"What, do you want to come and take command?"

He looked around the circle, his face devoid of any pleasant expression.

"Ah?"

"Hahahaha, no, no!"

"General Zou is overthinking it!"

"No, no, I believe this command authority must remain in General Zou's hands!"

"Exactly, exactly!"

The expressions of the group changed, and all at once they turned cowardly, fawning with smiles.

Zou Sheng waved his hand, and only then did the crowd offer their flattery once more before sheepishly departing.

Seeing this group leave, Zou Sheng finally took a deep breath.

People who could be used... were truly too few.

Fortunately, after he obtained the command authority, he had arranged for his own people to fill the positions of generals in key areas during this war. These young generals from the Liangzhou Military Academy would be active in the Longyan military for a long time to come. Although they were still young, now was the very place to temper them.

Zou Sheng, who was considered a very young general even in Liangzhou, was already beginning to cultivate young people...

If this were said aloud, others might find it hard to believe.

Yet, such was the fact.

"Wangman!"

Zou Sheng called out.

A deputy general wearing military attire responded, "This subordinate is here!"

Zou Sheng glanced at him and said indifferently, "It is time to stir up the emotions of those people in Wusun..."

Wangman's whole body jolted, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes: "Yes!"

"Damn it!"

"How could it start raining at a time like this!"

"Isn't the Western Regions very arid?"

"This cursed weather!"

"Where is logistics, where is logistics? Find a Method to get rid of all this damn water for us!"

At this moment.

Tsarist Russia Army, Wusun camp.

A group of people were cursing and swearing.

This arid Western Regions was actually experiencing continuous heavy rain! This made this group of people from Tsarist Russia somewhat unaccustomed to it; it had been very dry just a few days ago, and now it had started to become damp! Moreover, because the Wusun region was a basin, this torrential downpour directly turned their camp into something like a reservoir!

No matter how they dug trenches or how they dug drainage ditches, they simply could not succeed in draining the water!

"Provisions! General, the provisions have all been soaked!"

"This, they will be moldy in a few days!"

"Over here, over here, can you come here and fix this first!"

The logistics troops of Tsarist Russia were practically worked to death. In the army, they belonged to the lowest end of the contempt chain, and these Tsarist Russia combat troops never looked at them with any regard. Every time they fought a war, these Tsarist Russia combat troops, who were good at showing off their muscles and combat power, would call these logistics people "sissies"!

If you are a man, go fight!

You say you don't dare to fight, yet you follow us to handle logistics; who would look at you with any regard?

That was just how things were.

At this time, there were countless things to be busy with in the camp. These combat troops, having finished a day of fighting, naturally thought of returning to their own tents to eat meat and drink their Vodka; these trivial matters naturally had to be left to those logistics personnel to do.

But if they were slow in their movements, they would be met with the angry curses of the members of these combat troops.

Swallowing their anger...

Rumyantsev braved the rain to observe the situation in the camp.

The sudden heavy rain had indeed caused some impact on their Tsarist Russia Army. But for Rumyantsev, this was not a major issue. His command and combat capabilities were sufficiently rich.

Isn't it just a basin?

It's no big deal.

Drainage ditches were already in the process of being dug.

Furthermore, given the climate and environment of the Western Regions, he believed the heavy rain would not last long; more importantly, he did not need to worry about anything like Water Submerging Seven Armies. The aridity here was not enough to support the existence of so much rainwater.

"How did His Majesty respond?"

He asked the deputy general beside him while walking and inspecting.

"Marshal, His Majesty responded that no matter how difficult it is, we cannot withdraw from the Wusun region! As long as you need support, he will find a Method to satisfy it!"

The deputy general replied.

Rumyantsev gave a bitter smile.

He naturally knew the temper of his own Majesty; Tsarist Russia's expansion could be summed up in two words: barbaric. Barbaric expansion and the absolute crushing of combat power meant no one could stop them. Peter the Great was indeed the eternal emperor of Tsarist Russia. Whether it was the reforms of Tsarist Russia or the improvement of national strength, Peter the Great had laid a very solid foundation for Tsarist Russia to become a world hegemon.

How could the regions he had already occupied be easily given away?

Rumyantsev sighed deeply.

This was Peter the Great's only shortcoming.

His obsession with land exceeded that of anyone else.

Or perhaps, this is the character flaw of all people of Tsarist Russia, because the living environment of the people of Tsarist Russia is truly too harsh. They are not dressed warmly, they are not fed well, and although their physiques are very strong, in recent years, this Tsarist Russia has become colder and colder... For nearly half of every year, it is impossible to go out to labor or work; they can only stay at home drinking alcohol to ward off the cold.

But what about Longyan?

But what about Europe...

How could Rumyantsev not know that that is the most livable place for humanity.

Various reasons have caused the people of Tsarist Russia to always have an innate obsession with territorial expansion.

Continue to hold the line!

This is the order of Peter the Great!

He will absolutely not give up Balkhash Lake.

Rumyantsev naturally understands this as well.

"Bullshit satisfaction, how many days has it been since the military rations arrived? Hmm? Wasn't it supposed to arrive yesterday? It didn't rain yesterday, did it!"

Rumyantsev could not help but let out a string of profanities.

Everyone looked at each other in dismay.

Military rations are the most important priority.

And looking at this weather, if the heavy rain continues, it will inevitably affect their military rations!

However...

Everyone knows that the supply of military rations for Tsarist Russia is the responsibility of Menshikov...

This man is, moreover, the mortal enemy of Rumyantsev!

"Marshal, we have already been urging them..."

"This goddamn Menshikov! We are here working hard fighting a war, yet he is living a life of debauchery in Saint Petersburg! Heh, I heard that recently, he found a Longyan beauty, hahahaha, heaven knows how happy he has been lately!"

"Pah, he even had the nerve to title himself Grand Marshal; he should take a piss and look at himself in the mirror!"

A group of deputy generals cursed and grumbled.

Rumyantsev also sighed.

"It is fortunate that he has not gone too far; the recent military rations are still sufficient for now, so a delay of a few days is normal."

Rumyantsev offered a word of consolation.

"Go back and rest. This war will not be over in a short time..."

Rumyantsev said indifferently.

Today, he had intentionally created a flaw, but the opposing Northwest Allied Forces did not fall for it at all.

These Northwest Allied Forces have some substance...

Not only some substance...

But also...

This Longyan clearly does not want to end this war in a short time.

Why?

What do they want to do?

Rumyantsev has thought for so long, but he still cannot

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