Chapter 1241: Tsarist Russia is in Danger

The Chukchi have been thoroughly battered these past few days.

At the very beginning, they believed that no matter how high the intensity of the training, it should be a simple matter for them to handle. After all, they were known as natural-born warriors.

But only when they truly came into contact with Zhai Shiqing's Devil Training did they begin to wail and howl.

Is this still human?

Is this a limit that a human can break through?

Running like mad every single day! No matter the environment, they must maintain a certain speed!

Training like dogs every single day; no matter the environment, they must maintain the training intensity.

Within a few days, they wanted to curse.

However...

What they did not expect was that Zhai Shiqing, this frail woman, actually participated in it too!

Is she crazy!

Who said that the Longyan are weak? Who said that the Longyan have poor physiques?

Even if their physique is truly lacking, their willpower is something few can compare to!

Too strong!

These people are simply devils!

Keep up!

Narisong was also among the ranks.

The training these past few days was not only a challenge to the limits of their physique, but also training for their discipline and organization. This was exactly what this group of Chukchi lacked the most. At the beginning, Narisong and his tribesmen were dismissive.

What discipline?

They are natural-born warriors!

They are the existence that can beat the Cossack Cavalry until they flee in panic! Do they need this kind of nonsense called discipline?

However...

After two mock battles, these Chukchi, who prided themselves on being the strongest warriors under heaven, were beaten until they were scattered by the three hundred men of the Dark Night Legion here, and they began to learn their lesson.

Train!

Must train!

No matter how bitter or tiring, must train!

Nighttime.

Over ten thousand people began to set up camp.

Zhai Shiqing, a woman, was also exhausted these past few days. But she knew that this training would certainly be a great improvement for her, so she persisted. Her persistence made many people feel heartache; after all, she was a woman, yet Zhai Shiqing still persevered. As a general, one must lead by example.

Since the Young Master entrusted such a massive task to her, she must complete it in a short period of time.

If she herself cannot do it, how can she lead these people?

The war between Longyan and Tsarist Russia has been going on for a long time.

In the Northwest theater, Zou Sheng is in a standoff with Rumyantsev, under immense pressure. With both sides engaged in all sorts of extreme tug-of-war, the entire Longyan is supporting them everywhere, and the consumption of supplies is something Longyan has not encountered in hundreds of years. Fortunately, the Longyan of today is no longer the Longyan of the past; today's Longyan has reached a new height in fiscal revenue.

But...

Longyan can hold on, but Tsarist Russia might not.

Tsarist Russia is anxious to end this war early because their logistics support can no longer hold up.

Under such circumstances...

The acceleration of the war's progress is inevitable.

Longyan is under great pressure, and Zou Sheng is under great pressure, so naturally, Zhai Shiqing wants to share the burden for her Brother Zou. If she can train these Chukchi early, she can deal a devastating blow to the rear of Tsarist Russia sooner.

"General, drink some hot water!"

As she was deep in thought, a young man with a blushing face handed over a bowl of hot water.

Zhai Shiqing chuckled.

The young man handed over the hot water, turned around, and ran off.

"Just a child..."

In fact, everyone in the entire Liangzhou army knew that Zhai Shiqing and Zou Sheng were a couple. It was just that Zhai Shiqing was undoubtedly also the goddess of many of the young lads.

Actually, come to think of it, isn't she the same age as these children?

It is just that the tasks she carries are greater, and her mission is heavier.

Hot water...

In this ice-and-snow environment, it is still quite rare. She took a sip, her body warmed up a little, and she collapsed into her bedding and began to sleep. Being able to fall asleep in a short time was also one of the items in their training.

"Has it not been taken yet!"

"Trash, all a bunch of trash! *Cough, cough, cough, cough*..."

Saint Petersburg.

Peter the Great was smashing the things in his hands like a madman.

A group of civil and military officials were so frightened they dared not speak.

"Your Majesty, our logistics support has run into problems... And this time, the Vodka sent to the front line has caused mutiny among many in the army; they are all cursing that we are using inferior Vodka to fob them off. This morale, this morale..."

Osilev stood up at the first opportunity and spoke with fervor and assurance.

As the leader of the anti-Menshikov faction in Tsarist Russia, he naturally could not forget to kick Menshikov while he was down at this moment.

"If it weren't for General Rumyantsev's capable command of the army, I fear the Northwest front would have collapsed long ago!"

Osilev was filled with righteous indignation.

However, the influence of Menshikov in Tsarist Russia is truly too terrifying. When Osilev stood up, not many people supported him; only a scattered few followed him to express their own views.

"Menshikov, Menshikov..."

Upon hearing these words, a layer of livid color appeared on Peter's already pale face.

The matter of the Vodka has already become the talk of the town in Tsarist Russia!

It is just that Peter the Great had never paid it any mind.

Menshikov is, after all, the brother he grew up with... just because of this small matter, take him down?

It is not necessary.

It is certainly not necessary.

Moreover, Yekaterina at his side was still whispering in his ear: "Lord Osilev is being a bit too exaggerated. It is just a little wine; could it really affect the war situation?"

"Empress!"

Osilev grew anxious, his eyes splitting with rage as he said: "That may be so, but... if Menshikov can make an issue out of the Vodka this time, then next time, might he not stir up trouble with the military provisions?"

"This..."

"What?"

"Does he have the nerve!"

Everyone in the hall exclaimed in shock.

Military provisions!

This aspect has also always been managed by Menshikov! This is the most important thing for fighting a war; if any problems arise regarding the military provisions, then the entire war situation will be in danger!

Peter the Great was also taken aback, then immediately shook his head with a smile: "Everyone, this claim is somewhat nonsensical. Why would Menshikov do such a thing? Our Tsarist Russia is a great tree, and he is merely a monkey in that tree! There is an old saying in Longyan: when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter! If Tsarist Russia is defeated, he will not fare any better!"

This statement was indeed correct.

Many people agreed.

Menshikov relies on Tsarist Russia to make his fortune; if Tsarist Russia is defeated, what fortune would he have left to make?

But Osilev became even more anxious.

He knows just how unbridled this man Menshikov is!

His pursuit of wealth has reached a point where he will stop at nothing! In his eyes, there is no such thing as a nation, no such thing as a homeland! As long as his selfish desires can be satisfied, he would not care if the entire Tsarist Russia were buried with him!

It is dangerous.

If things continue like this, Tsarist Russia will truly be in danger! Recent pop-ups are severe; click to download to avoid pop-ups.