Chapter 1291: Copying Homework

They've gone mad.

The Longyan Army has truly gone mad this time.

Tie Mucheng wailed in his heart; in truth, ever since Tsarist Russia was defeated, he had known he was finished.

He could not compare to Youzhou; Youzhou had always been Longyan territory, so no matter how much trouble Youzhou stirred up, they were still one of their own.

But the Mongols of the Grassland were different.

To the culture of the Central Plains, they had always been Barbarians.

They had always been an existence that harassed the Central Plains.

Longyan could tolerate Youzhou jumping around, but it absolutely could not tolerate the Mongols acting this way.

Therefore, when Tsarist Russia announced its defeat, Tie Mucheng had written to Liu Zheng at the first opportunity.

But a month had already passed, and he still had not received a reply from Liu Zheng.

Tie Mucheng knew he was done for.

The Longyan Army had already marched into the Mongol desert.

With the Longyan Army possessing near-modern Weaponry and Equipment, along with the iron cavalry from Liaodong.

These were not things the Mongol Army could currently withstand.

Kill.

For the Longyan Army, there was only this one word in their minds right now.

Liu Zheng would no longer give Tie Mucheng any chances.

He had to hold this land of the Mongols tightly in his hands.

If the existence of the Mongol Royal Court had previously served to buffer the conflict between Longyan and Tsarist Russia.

Then now, following the defeat of Tsarist Russia, Longyan had absolutely no need to consider any buffer zones.

He was unwilling to give anyone a chance to catch their breath, including Tsarist Russia.

Two hundred thousand troops advanced simultaneously; the Mongol Army could not resist at all. To show his submission, Tie Mucheng imitated Youzhou and beheaded Zhongxing Yue on the spot. But even so, the Longyan side still did not give him any chances.

Tie Mucheng finally realized that this time, Longyan intended to wipe him out completely.

At this moment, endless despair surged in his heart.

What to do? Fight?

They truly could not win.

Not fight, surrender? But clearly, this time, Liu Zheng no longer cared about his submission; it was already irrelevant, already worthless.

His remorse was intense, but what Method was there for this?

Liu Zheng had previously thought about bringing him along, but it was he himself who was spineless, he himself who gave up this opportunity that everyone dreamed of.

Now he was comfortable.

The ambitious Tie Mucheng had not yet displayed anything on the battlefield.

Within the Mongol tribes, every faction was already in chaos.

The nature of the Mongol people was just like this; when they were powerful, they could be slightly united, but when they encountered adversity, everyone looked out for themselves.

They scattered.

The hearts of the people were scattered, in chaos.

This time, Longyan was targeting Tie Mucheng specifically. Longyan did not care about the troops of the other tribes, so for a time, those who surrendered surrendered, and those who fled fled.

Their attitude formally ended Tie Mucheng's fantasies.

After this ambitious ruler, born at the wrong time, let out a roar to the heavens, he took his remaining troops and fled overseas, formally ending his political life on the map of Longyan.

Because of this, no one had expected that Longyan would become the biggest winner in this Russia-Longyan War.

The entire Mongol territory, such a large piece of land, all belonged to Longyan; it was another expansion of territory for Longyan. Within all of Longyan, the celebrations could not stop.

Next, it was the various Mongol tribes driving large numbers of cattle and sheep into Longyan to show their submission to Longyan.

The people of Longyan could not have been happier.

For how many years had the Mongol Barbarians never stopped their harassment of the Central Plains region?

For thousands of years.

The Longyan imperial court had no Method to deal with them.

But today, it was thoroughly over.

Under the powerful combat strength of Longyan.

The Mongol Army no longer had the capital to feign compliance. Their backward Weaponry and Equipment, backward nomadic life, and political system destined them to have no competitiveness whatsoever.

They were now not even as good as the Chukchi. This was true; Narisong of the Chukchi was considering one thing these days.

In what direction should the Chukchi head?

If it were before, Narisong would not have considered these things, because they were not qualified.

They lived in the cracks under the immense pressure of Tsarist Russia, seeking only to survive; how could they have considered these things?

But now it was different.

The Siberia region was about to return to his hands.

Moreover, it was very likely that his country would continue to grow stronger.

So he had to consider it.

He suddenly missed the female general when she was around, because most of the time, this wise female general could always bring him a Method to solve problems.

But she had already left.

What if she were here?

Narisong's recent worries were because of the expansion of his territory.

He had never had the experience of ruling such a large territory. The larger the territory, the more people there were. All kinds of matters were prone to arise and breed.

He felt that he must resolve these within the shortest possible time.

Otherwise, as the territory of the Chukchi grew larger and larger, it was very likely that things would spiral out of control, which was not what Narisong wanted to see.

Therefore, whenever he began to conquer a city, he would keep those who were educated and treat them well.

In this regard, Narisong did very well.

These educated people also gave him many suggestions.

For example, every time a place was conquered, one should not excessively change the city's systems and policies.

Narisong did as they suggested.

But he wanted to do even better on this foundation.

Narisong was not a man of great ambition; he only hoped to lead his tribesmen to a better life. To have enough to eat and fields to till. After wandering for so many years, they longed for a real home, a city built with their own hands.

Soon, his Think Tank was also established.

Every day, there were people giving him all kinds of suggestions.

The good ones, he adopted.

The bad ones, he temporarily shelved.

On this day, he was still frowning when suddenly a letter arrived in his hands.

"The female general!"

Seeing that this letter came from Longyan, Narisong jumped up in excitement.

Indeed.

The letter was sent by Zhai Shiqing, who had just returned to Longyan.

Likely anticipating that this situation would occur, Zhai Shiqing first greeted Narisong in the letter, expressing her congratulations and praise for the achievements he had recently made.

In addition, accompanying this letter was a plan.

That's right.

It was the planning document for the Urban Reform in Youzhou this time.

Zhai Shiqing felt that it might be helpful to Narisong. Of course, she could not be certain. Because human desire is boundless, and she was not sure if Narisong was truly willing to give up his personal desires.

After all, this reform would almost require Narisong to give up his status as "King."

Unexpectedly, when Narisong saw this letter, he was incomparably excited.

This was exactly what he wanted!

Like rain after a long drought—that described his current mood.

He did not have such great ambition; he only wanted his land to enter a virtuous cycle.

And so, no one expected it.

The pilot program that had just started in Youzhou was already being copied by someone in Siberia.