Chapter 1177: The Tsarist Russia Messenger

There is a reason for the misery of Tiemucheng.

The current world landscape is changing truly too fast.

The era of conquering the world with bows and horses has already passed; now, it is the era of firearms. However, their Grassland people do not have such advanced technology; forging some steel blades and arrows is already their limit. Wanting to make guns and cannons is simply a pipe dream.

The Mongols are a people on horseback; mounted archery is their greatest advantage. Now, the appearance of firearms has rendered their greatest advantage non-existent. It is foreseeable that in the future, their voice in the world will become smaller and smaller.

"Great Khan, you must pull yourself together! You are our spiritual pillar. If you collapse, what will our people do! Great Khan, brace yourself, Changshengtian will bless us!"

Zhebie was still encouraging him.

Hearing of Changshengtian, Tiemucheng felt a little more spirited, but it quickly faded away.

Although Changshengtian is the spiritual totem of the desert, they—these people—know very well that Changshengtian is merely an ethereal thing used to give their rule "legitimacy."

Under the assault of muskets and cannons, Changshengtian is no different from a thin sheet of paper.

Tiemucheng is undoubtedly an ambitious ruler.

He has his own ambitions, his own aspirations.

But Liu Zheng is truly too strong, too powerful!

So powerful that he even has psychological trauma.

"Report!"

"Great Khan, Russia has sent a Messenger!"

Hearing this, the eyes of both Tiemucheng and Zhebie flashed with a sharp light.

Tsarist Russia—this is their archenemy, who just snatched away their "Torgut Tribe." What is the meaning of coming this time? Do they want to snatch their land again?

Although he was unwilling to meet with his enemy, hindered by the opponent's powerful strength, he had no choice but to see them.

After Tiemucheng gave a response, he had his subordinates invite the Messenger over.

The Tsarist Russia Messenger walked in wearing a fur cloak with an arrogant expression. After looking around and snorting with contempt, he performed a gentleman's bow:

"Respected Great Khan, I am the Tsarist Russia Messenger, Qiqikefusiji."

Qiqikefusiji's arrogant attitude made Tiemucheng very unhappy, but at this moment, he dared not say anything.

Now is a rare truce period; if he were to slight the Messenger and let Tsarist Russia find an excuse, then a large portion of their pastures would be taken away again.

"I wonder what business the Messenger has coming to my Royal Court?"

Tiemucheng asked indifferently.

"Great Khan, I have come this time to bring you a gift," Qiqikefusiji said with a chuckle.

"Bringing me a gift? That is novel. What gift?" Tiemucheng sneered in his heart.

These wicked Tsarist Russians—as long as they don't snatch his land, he has already burned high incense!

Still sending gifts?

Bah!

"A thousand qing of fertile land, a million cattle and sheep, and, a Jinghua City."

Hearing this, Tiemucheng almost couldn't hold back from cursing, and he nearly jumped up.

Jinghua?

That is Longyan Jinghua!

You must know, he is currently begging for food from Liu Zheng; sending him a Jinghua?

Before the Birthday Ceremony of Xie Tianyao, Tiemucheng indeed had this thought.

Because he wanted the fertile Zhongyuan land!

But after meeting Liu Zheng, he completely dared not to.

This Tsarist Russia...

Tiemucheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

On second thought, Tsarist Russia is now a world power, not a clown; there is no need to play such a joke on him.

Perhaps, Tsarist Russia might really be able to bring him some surprises.

"The Messenger means..."

Tiemucheng asked cautiously.

"I presume the Great Khan also knows, my

Tsarist Russia Empire has already launched a full-scale war with the Longyan Empire. In the Northwest and Northeast of the Longyan Empire, we have a large number of troops. It can be said that they have already fallen into the awkward situation of fighting on two fronts. As long as the Great Khan's Cavalry launches a fierce attack on the central route at this time, won't taking Jinghua be just around the corner? With Jinghua, you will have land and pastures. What do you think?"

Tiemucheng thought it was something else; hearing these words from Qiqikefusiji, he couldn't help but sneer.

"Great Khan, why are you laughing? Do you think this gift is not big enough?" Qiqikefusiji asked.

"Messenger, do you think I, Tiemucheng, am a brainless person?"

Tiemucheng's expression turned cold; now, he was truly angry.

Even if he is a defeated ruler, he still has dignity. Qiqikefusiji's words were somewhat insulting.

"Where does the Great Khan get this idea?"

Qiqikefusiji looked innocent.

"You say Longyan has fallen into the awkward situation of fighting on two fronts. In my view, it is you who are in an awkward situation. You have attacked the Northwest and Northeast of Longyan from thousands of miles away; the front lines are stretched too thin, and your logistics can no longer keep up, right? As far as I know, you have been thwarted on both the eastern and western fronts. The eastern route cannot be taken, and the western route has been tied down in the Wusun region. In another period of time, you will be unable to hold on, right?"

Tiemucheng asked with a sneer.

Although information is blocked on the Grassland, the current Tiemucheng possesses half of Liaodong. After the crushing defeat in the last battle against Tsarist Russia, he also began to learn from Liu Zheng, opening his eyes to look at the world, and also established an intelligence organization—the Tanmadusi.

Although this Tanmadusi cannot compare to Liu Zheng's intelligence system, collecting intelligence on surrounding countries is still no problem.

After all, their Grassland Royal Court has had its own intelligence collection system since ancient times, such as vultures, such as Falcon, which have already been trained into magic weapons for spying on intelligence.

In this regard, they are even more formidable than the Longyan.

Having his bottom line exposed, Qiqikefusiji's face was somewhat unable to hold up. However, he did not care, after all, the national scale is there; even if he plays the rogue with Tiemucheng, Tiemucheng has no way to deal with him.

"The war is indeed being dragged out by Longyan, but Longyan is already an exhausted army. I believe our troops will soon take them down. We not only have the eastern and western fronts, but we are also going to open up a central battlefield. The commander-in-chief of our central front is Suwoluofu. Great Khan, you are familiar with him, aren't you?"

Suwoluofu?

Upon hearing this name, Tiemucheng could not help but clench his fists.

Suwoluofu—to him, this name was even more resounding than Liu Zheng!

After Tiemucheng returned from Liaodong, he began the war against Tsarist Russia, and the Tsarist Russian general he fought against was this very Suwoluofu!

They fought four major field battles in total, and Tiemucheng lost all four.

Those four wars cost Tiemucheng sixty thousand elite soldiers, and the loss of War Horses was countless. For a time, Tiemucheng would dream of Suwoluofu every night!

He had been traumatized by Suwoluofu.

And opening up a central battlefield—what did this mean? This was a naked threat!

"I do not believe you still have the spare strength to open a third battlefield." Tiemucheng's tone turned icy.

Did these Tsarist Russians really think he, Tiemucheng, was a soft persimmon?

"Hahahaha..."

"Hahahaha!"

Qiqikefusiji laughed quite wildly and shouted coldly, "If it were to deal with Longyan, indeed, we do not have the strength, but cleaning up you lot of herdsmen is still very easy."

"What did you say? Do you not want to live anymore!"

"Great Khan, let me slaughter him!"

Instantly, the camp was filled with righteous indignation! The pop-ups have been severe lately; you may click to download to avoid pop-ups.