Chapter 1259: Military Provisions Have Arrived

In the residence of Menshikov, the merrymaking continued, with songs and dances in full swing.

At this moment, the father and son of the Qian family had become the most honored guests in this mansion.

Menshikov was already fantasizing about his future. Once this order was completed, he would be the genuine richest man in Europe. Would he leave Tsarist Russia? No, he did not think so; only by remaining in Tsarist Russia could he be the most powerful person! Yes, he wanted not only money, but also power!

Peter the Great was his brother.

Peter the Great's wife was his lover!

He felt that he was already the most powerful person in the whole world.

"Hahahaha, come, dance!"

"Let's have fun!"

Menshikov was already brimming with drunkenness.

The father and son of the Qian family exchanged a look, remaining calm and composed.

The next day.

The parliament.

The first agenda item.

It was Osilev again, stepping out to impeach Menshikov.

Menshikov, hungover from yesterday, wore a look of contempt and even let out a long, drunken belch as if no one else were present.

He had even grown accustomed to the impeachments from Osilev and his group.

Peter the Great continued to knit his brows.

Yekaterina was still trying hard to defend him.

Menshikov smiled coldly; this seemed to have become the norm.

"My deepest apologies, Your Majesty, Lord Osilev, I was drunk yesterday and truly cannot hold on any longer. You may continue your impeachment here slowly, I am going back to catch up on some sleep!"

Listening and listening, Menshikov lost his patience.

Was there nothing fresh?

He stood up, left behind a single sentence, and swaggered out of the place.

"You..."

"Insolent!"

"Your Majesty, look at him, look at him..."

Everyone in the entire parliament flew into a rage.

Osilev was even more heartbroken and indignant.

Peter the Great rubbed his temples with a headache and said indifferently, "The supplies at the front are in emergency again. For the sake of Tsarist Russia, Menshikov naturally has many social engagements. In this state, it is good for him to go back and rest."

Defending him again!

Osilev let out a sorrowful cry in his heart.

But he felt that things had always reached a breaking point.

Supplies...

This procurement of supplies was a major event for Tsarist Russia. The long and seemingly endless war had almost dragged the entire Tsarist Russia into the abyss. Supplies were naturally insufficient, but given Peter's personality, he would certainly not end this war at such a time. Dignity, face—what he wanted to obtain, he had not yet obtained.

Therefore, he would exhaust the strength of the entire nation to continue this war of glory!

The procurement of two million shi of grain was a massive order, even for a great power of Tsarist Russia's scale.

As for this matter, others really could not accomplish it.

Why?

Because in recent years, Tsarist Russia's reputation had been too poor; there were almost no allies, nor any countries with good relations. First, in the eyes of Europeans, these Slavic people of Tsarist Russia were standard Barbarians. How could Europeans, who prided themselves on high civilization, play with such wicked people? Moreover, in recent years, Tsarist Russia had been expanding, expanding... and this meant there were too many deep-seated hatreds, such as with the Ottoman. The Ottoman had plenty of grain now, but no matter how much money you offered, they would not sell it to you. What could you do?

Thus, grain remained the biggest problem for Tsarist Russia.

Others naturally had no Method to solve it.

But Menshikov, who was slick and adept at navigating social circles, was different.

He could always find a Method to satisfy Peter's needs.

This was the greatest value of his existence.

"Yes!"

"His Majesty is right..."

The councilors also

echoed one after another.

Osilev's complexion turned deathly pale once again.

"Are you sure Tsarist Russia cannot detect this poison?"

Liangzhou.

Zheng Yue Ru personally arranged this matter.

In the Research Lab of Yintan City, Zheng Yue Ru, who had matured significantly, held the reagent in her hand with a curious look.

"Chief Manager, rest assured, as long as the grain is soaked in this reagent for a short time, it will absolutely have a lethal effect! Furthermore, this reagent is colorless and odorless; conventional methods of testing for poison will not be able to detect it at all!" the researcher said from the side.

Zheng Yue Ru nodded with satisfaction and asked with a smile, "Has it been mass-produced?"

"No problem!"

"Good! This matter must be kept secret!"

Zheng Yue Ru took a deep breath.

From the direction of Liangzhou, one could directly feel the scorching intensity of this war.

In the Northwest theater of war, Zou Sheng, this rising star, challenged the long-renowned veteran general Rumyantsev. Both sides have gone back and forth, fighting who knows how many great battles.

Scorching.

Tragic and fierce.

The war has already lasted for nearly a year.

Both sides have invested too much in this war. On the Tsarist Russia side, they have already lost nearly eighty thousand troops. And on the Longyan side, they have likewise lost one hundred thousand...

It can be seen that Tsarist Russia is occupying a slight initiative.

This is the power of a famous general. War is a matter that pays great attention to details; the adjustments made by a famous general regarding certain details in war can directly influence the life or death of tens of thousands of people.

But.

Although Longyan appears to be passive for the moment, this is because Longyan has been in a defensive state all along. In this war, the growth of Zou Sheng is obvious to all. Even though the hundreds of thousands of troops in this Northwest theater of war each serve their own masters, under the command of Zou Sheng, they still displayed the true strength of the Longyan army.

However, this war should come to an end after all.

Once these poisoned military provisions successfully enter the Tsarist Russia Army.

Then...

The scales of victory will begin to tilt.

Zheng Yue Ru also began to feel some anticipation.

The Qian father and son were already well-known merchants within the country. Therefore, they were well-versed in "smuggling" transport routes. Large quantities of grain and fodder began to gather, and then were dispersed. Naturally, people were unable to detect it; if one could overlook the entire Longyan at this moment, people would discover that the routes of the Train have already begun to change the entire progress of Longyan. This progress, of course, refers not only to traffic and transportation, but to the entire rhythm of life, the rhythm of learning, the rhythm of work, and even the rhythm of the acceleration of civilization in Longyan.

Therefore, although Longyan is still in the midst of war, the situation within the country is actually still excellent.

Let us set these aside for now.

Returning to the grain and fodder of the Qian father and son, after how many times of gathering, dispersing, gathering, and dispersing, no matter how strong an intelligence system is, it has already become very difficult to capture their tracks.

Finally.

The grain arrived at the largest logistics transfer center in Asia at this time, Loulan.

And then, passing through Loulan, it headed north.

It took more than two months.

These two million shi of grain and fodder finally arrived at the border of Tsarist Russia.

Menshikov came in person today to welcome them. This had cost him no small amount of wealth. But as long as he turned around and sold it to the army, he would truly make a fortune; in one fell swoop, he could achieve true financial freedom!

Looking at the vast and mighty grain transport team, Menshikov's heart had already begun to look toward the future.

He would be the person with the most power and wealth in all of Tsarist Russia!

The team was very long, consisting entirely of Horse Carriage transport for the grain, stretching for a full dozen miles.

The Qian father and son were also there; at this moment, the two could not help but exchange a glance.

The most tense

moment had arrived!

The large grain transport team finally arrived slowly. In the ice and snow, a group of people wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, led by a Western Regions chieftain with distinct features.

Menshikov glanced at Qian Yonggui.

Qian Yonggui stepped forward to negotiate and laughed, "Your Excellency must be Brother Abulu, right?"

Abulu nodded, first speaking a string of gibberish in a Western Regions language that people could not understand, and only then did he use stiff Longyan language to say, "You are Shopkeeper Qian?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Abulu looked at Menshikov with vigilance and said coldly, "And who is this?"

Menshikov was stunned, then immediately burst into loud laughter. However, he did not feel angry because of Abulu's impoliteness; on the contrary, he was very happy.

Because this person, at a glance, was not a Longyan person, but one of those Western Regions barbarians who lived by licking blood from the edge of a blade.

Moreover, his kind of wariness was also a matter of course.

If he had expressed excessive enthusiasm toward him, he would have instead suspected this person's identity.

Qian Yonggui's expression changed drastically: "Presumptuous, this is..."

Menshikov made a sound, waved his hand, and said with a smile, "No need to scare our guests! I am called Menshikov, and I am here to coordinate with you this time!"

Abulu then nodded, his tone still stiff: "We are only responsible for transporting the grain to your Tsarist Russia; we cannot manage other places!"

"Good!"

Menshikov did not care about these things; as long as it entered Tsarist Russia, this grain would be his! In Tsarist Russia, he could do as he pleased.

"Lord Menshikov, we should still inspect it!"

Qian Yonggui suggested.

Menshikov, however, laughed loudly: "Inspect what? Can I not trust you! Let's go, head back, and entertain our honored guests!"

Qian Yonggui smiled faintly.

Not inspect? He did not believe it for a second.

Sure enough.

On the way back, Menshikov's subordinates had already begun to inspect this batch of military provisions one by one.

At this stage, the Qian father and son, sitting in Menshikov's luxurious Horse Carriage, were suffering incomparably in their hearts.

They knew what was going on with these military provisions...

If it were detected, then the two of them, father and son, would have no way to survive. But on their faces, they still had to maintain a smile. In reality, the two had already prepared a poisoned Dagger inside their shoes; if any accident occurred, it would be fine if the two could assassinate Menshikov, but even if they couldn't, they could commit suicide to avoid being tortured infinitely by Menshikov.

Time was passing so slowly.

The suffering of the two can be imagined.

"Hahahaha, come, cheers! For us!"

"For wealth!"

Menshikov was very happy, drinking wine along the way, and soon he had Abulu playing along with them too. There were still many beautiful women in the Horse Carriage, and the atmosphere suddenly livened up.

It was unknown how much time had passed.

Menshikov's servant then knocked on the door and came onto the Horse Carriage.

The father and son of the Qian family both stiffened, and for a moment, their breathing even stopped.

Menshikov also looked toward his subordinate, appearing cheerful and smiling. Recently, pop-ups have been severe; you can click to download to avoid pop-ups.