Chapter 1239: The Pitiful Cossacks

"Is there still no news from the Tsar's side?"

Feeling the winter wind growing increasingly biting, Ruslan's face was frozen red; he picked up his wineskin, took a harsh gulp of low-quality Vodka, and couldn't help but spit: "Damn it, the wine Menshikov sends is getting more and more like trash!"

The people beside him also began to curse loudly.

These men knew Menshikov quite well—a parasite of this Empire who had no idea how much he had profited from this war.

He even dared to embezzle the Vodka meant for military supplies!

"Boss, the Cannon over there still hasn't been transported over..."

A subordinate beside him replied.

"Bastards, they're all a bunch of bastards!"

Ruslan was uncontrollably furious.

He was in a very difficult position now; his letters had been sent to the Tsar so long ago, and he had sent ten urgent letters in a row, all of them of the utmost importance! Yet, they were all like stones sinking into the sea!

The Tsar simply did not believe in the existence of the Black Devil Army, thinking these Cossacks were just fear-mongering.

It was all just to swindle the Tsarist Russia Cannon...

This consideration was normal, after all, what kind of people were these Cossacks?

They were all bandits; although they had been incorporated by Tsarist Russia, they could never gain the trust of Tsarist Russia. They were more akin to a powerful mercenary force.

The Cossacks were already powerful enough; give them Cannon on top of that? What if they turned against Tsarist Russia?

These things had to be considered.

"A bunch of bastards!"

Ruslan also knew the thoughts of Tsarist Russia.

But...

Time waits for no one!

Ruslan was somewhat worried that if they couldn't take advantage of the situation to take down the Chukchi this time, it was very likely they would never have such an opportunity again.

"How much Cannonball do we have left?"

With no hope from the Tsarist Russia side, Ruslan sighed.

"Boss, at this rate, we have less than three days' worth left..."

Ruslan's face turned ashen.

Three days...

In three days, who knows where these Chukchi will have gone!

But he also knew that with the help of this group of Black Devil Army, their current approach was simply no Method.

Unless the Tsarist Russia side sent reinforcements from the main army...

What a pity.

Tsarist Russia was currently fighting on multiple fronts with tight military funding and couldn't spare any attention for this group of savages, the Chukchi...

They would regret it.

They would definitely regret it!

In the end, helpless, Ruslan gave the order to retreat.

They would plan for the long term.

The Cossacks had once again failed to gain any advantage from the Chukchi.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

"Too amazing!"

"Woo-hoo!"

Seeing the Gesake leave once again, the Chukchi finally breathed a sigh of relief and began to cheer.

Narisong also looked at Zhai Shiqing with an expression of excitement.

This time, not only did they not lose a single soldier or horse, they had even wiped out quite a few Gesake!

He certainly knew that the biggest reason for this was the help of these Longyan.

Too strong!

These people were truly too strong!

"Noble guest, please allow me to express my most sincere gratitude to you!"

Narisong even knelt down.

Oh?

Zhai Shiqing was startled.

Wasn't it said that these people were very difficult to tame? How come...

Actually, what she didn't know was that the Chukchi were not hard to tame, but rather they resisted conquest by force.

If Tsarist Russia could adopt a policy of conciliation, these Chukchi would not resist and would bring their own tribes into civilized society.

Furthermore, the current Chukchi population had become increasingly small under the

strikes of the Cossacks.

Narisong was almost at his breaking point.

If someone could help them and accommodate them, provided they received sufficient respect, they would not mind finding a Sovereign State.

Longyan had now become Narisong's first choice.

"Please, noble one, help us defeat the Gesake!"

"I request..."

These Chukchi people also followed their Khan and knelt down.

"Good!"

Zhai Shiqing finally breathed a sigh of relief and beamed with a smile.

Through these days of interaction, she had developed a great fondness for these Chukchi people.

They were simple, honest, kind, unafraid of any extreme weather, and dared to fight against the heavens for their survival.

They were born warriors.

They had clear-cut loves and hates.

During these days, because she was a woman, these Chukchi people had even sent many people to protect her and took extra special care of her.

Those children were also so adorable that they made one's heart ache.

"Good!"

Zhai Shiqing chuckled: "But Khan, ugly words must be spoken first; since you want to become warriors like us, you must let me train you, and everything must be done according to my command!"

"Good!"

Narisong had no objections.

The other Chukchi people were different.

"Khan, we Chukchi are born warriors, do we still need training?"

"Haha, exactly, General, as long as we have weapons like yours, we can definitely beat the Gesake until they are crawling on the ground!"

Zhai Shiqing smiled and said nothing.

Narisong, however, shouted coldly: "What is it, are we Chukchi afraid of the General's training?"

Once these words were spoken, many people refused to back down.

"Afraid?"

"Hahahaha, what is there to be afraid of!"

"What have we Chukchi ever been afraid of!"

"Do it!"

"Since the Khan has said so, then we train!"

And so.

Zhai Shiqing transformed and became the chief instructor of the Chukchi people.

Zhai Shiqing had quite a bit of experience with Special Forces training. She wouldn't dare say she could use it right away, but training while exploring was not a problem.

Soon, she formulated a complete Devil Training plan tailored to the characteristics of the Chukchi people.

On the first day, these confident Chukchi people were stunned.

In this kind of weather, running thirty kilometers around the deep mountains?

Are you crazy?

However...

The members of the Dark Night Squad took the lead in running, so what Method did they have to refuse?

On the first day, they were completely exhausted.

On the second day, the tasks were increased...

On the third day...

On the fourth day...

The entire Siberia region became the training ground for these Chukchi people.

The weather grew colder, yet their enthusiasm for training grew higher and higher.

No one dared to question the female general Zhai Shiqing again.

Zhai Shiqing also sent a letter to Liangzhou at the first opportunity. In the letter, she had several requests. First, food and fodder support; the Chukchi people have a very difficult time in winter, and people die every year at this time. Second, Weaponry and Equipment support; she wanted ten thousand sets of the highest-level equipment for special operations soldiers! Although it was expensive, she felt it was worth it. Third, talent support; she needed several people who could come here to lead the Chukchi people and form a complete organizational structure. Fourth, other material support; most importantly, strong liquor, cotton, and other daily necessities.

Although it would take some effort to transport them to the Chukchi territory, it should generally not be difficult.

After finishing all this, Zhai Shiqing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Only...

She looked at the mirror in her hand, looking somewhat worried... She, who was naturally a peerless beauty, now had a dark face and chapped skin...

If she goes back like this, will that guy dislike her?