Chapter 1260: Practical Military Training

The Qian father and son felt their bodies stiffen.

Menshikov's Falcon-like gaze swept over them.

Qian Feng already wanted to draw the Dagger hidden in his boot.

Could it be that they had been exposed?

The atmosphere inside the Horse Carriage instantly grew heavy.

"Ahahahahaha, hahahaha!"

Suddenly, Menshikov looked up and laughed: "Good, very good! These are all good things! No problems, this batch of military grain, no problems!"

The Qian father and son finally breathed a sigh of relief and joined in the laughter.

Qian Yonggui also chuckled and said: "My Lord, rest assured, the medium-grade millet from Longyan is equivalent in quality to the high-grade millet of Tsarist Russia!"

"Right! Hahahaha!"

Menshikov was very happy.

Because the Qian father and son were very thorough in their work, he was very satisfied. The grain from Longyan was indeed too cheap... just as Qian Yonggui said, the medium-grade millet from Longyan was already comparable in quality to the high-grade millet of Tsarist Russia.

He picked up his wine glass and laughed as he toasted with the Qian father and son.

These two people were truly his cash cows... he was almost reluctant to kill them.

This deal, and the next deal...

What a pity...

These were truly two talents.

"Hahahaha good, cheers! Rest assured, as long as I have meat to eat, you will have soup to drink!"

Menshikov was exceptionally excited.

With military grain like this, he could take it to sell in Tsarist Russia for any price and it wouldn't be excessive!

Another period of time passed. The military grain was finally transported in a grand procession to Saint Petersburg.

From afar, Menshikov saw the group of people led by Osilev. He couldn't help but let out a cold snort: "This old fellow really doesn't know when to give up!"

Over the past few days, Osilev had established an Investigation Committee targeting Menshikov. This matter had caused a huge stir throughout Tsarist Russia. People felt that Osilev was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating his own strength, in his attempt to take down Menshikov. However, people must have dreams, right? Osilev was just such a stubborn person.

This time, the matter of the military grain was also related to the outcome of the war.

Therefore, Osilev had brought this group from the Committee and waited at the city gates of Saint Petersburg early in the morning.

"Lord Osilev, you are truly early!"

Menshikov stepped out of the Horse Carriage and gave a cold smile.

Osilev cupped his hands: "Lord Menshikov, the matter of military grain is a grand plan for the Empire; I truly dare not delay it by even half a moment."

"Hmph!"

Menshikov gave a cold smile and said nothing more.

Since it was the entire Empire's money being spent, it naturally had to be inspected clearly. However, Menshikov was not afraid, because he had already inspected everything when he received the grain and fodder.

But Osilev was indeed very meticulous when it came to inspections.

Two million shi of military grain would require three days of inspection before being handed over to the military, and then the military would send it to the front lines.

Therefore, Menshikov stopped worrying about these matters. With a wave, he took the Qian father and son, as well as Abulu, back to his mansion to continue having fun.

Osilev, naturally, had to work overtime.

In terms of work, he had always been serious.

Two million shi of grain and fodder had to be inspected one by one, and the workload was quite significant. He led a team specifically to inspect this grain and fodder.

"How is it over there?"

He did not trust Menshikov's character, so he inspected everything down to the smallest detail.

"No problems, My Lord!"

"My Lord, it is all high-grade grain!"

"The grain here is also quite good!"

Hearing this, Osilev frowned.

Was it really that simple?

He didn't quite believe it; how could someone like Menshikov

not seek profit in such a large order? But the facts were right before his eyes: the high-grade grain had no issues at all. Then he tested for toxicity, and there were no problems there either.

Huh?

Osilev felt that something was a bit off.

After all, according to the price Menshikov reported, it was quite consistent with the quality of this grain.

At most, the price was slightly inflated... but this issue wasn't really an issue, after all, it was wartime! In wartime, it was perfectly normal for grain bought from an enemy country to be a bit expensive! And considering Russia's current reputation... who would be willing to sell us grain?

This was completely insufficient to impeach Menshikov.

"Hahahaha! I really want to see the look on that fellow Osilev's face right now!"

"He must be so angry his nose is crooked!"

"Hmph, once this matter is concluded, watch how I deal with him!"

A thick murderous intent flashed in Menshikov's eyes.

This would be the last one; once this order was completed, he would definitely kill such an annoying fellow as Osilev!

Swish, swish, swish!

At this moment.

In the Siberia region, more and more "Black Devil Army" began to run rampant across the ice plains.

In a snowy mountain forest, atop a hill, Zhai Shiqing quietly watched a small town ahead.

That was correct.

After several months of training, these Chukchi could already be called true warriors. From training in secret on the ice fields to now, they could finally begin to harass those Cossacks. Today, their target was a village controlled by the Cossacks.

In this nameless village, there were three hundred Cossacks, and the village had almost no defensive fortifications. Of course, there were also villagers, and at the village's administrative center, there would be some Militia responsible for maintaining order.

Zhai Shiqing quickly obtained intelligence on this small village.

The Chukchi beside him could no longer hold back, unable to suppress their desire to kill.

"Remember, no matter what, you are not allowed to harm civilians!"

"Those who disobey will be beheaded!"

The group of people, though they did not understand, still nodded. Because in the Black Devil Army, the first rule was to execute orders! Anyone, during wartime, who had any opinions, had to wait until after the order was executed to bring them up.

Obey orders!

This was the first aspect of Zhai Shiqing's training for them. The reason the Chukchi had always been bullied by Tsarist Russia was precisely because they lacked organization and discipline. As long as this point was perfectly addressed, they would be truly invincible warriors. No matter how strong one person is, they are still just one person; no matter how strong a group is, they are still just a group.

Only by finding a Method to perfectly integrate this group of people could one achieve an effect where one plus one is greater than two.

Today, the Chukchi were conducting their first live combat drill.

To tell the truth, Zhai Shiqing was very expectant.

These were brought up by his own hand, so he naturally looked forward to seeing what kind of combat effectiveness they could form.

They were waiting.

Waiting for the time, waiting for the moment, waiting for the opportunity.

"Kill!"

In an instant, Zhai Shiqing coldly issued the order.

At once, the Chukchi, who had long since been uniformly dressed in black clothing, began to stealthily advance toward the small village under the leadership of Narisong.