Yongqian's return of failure, or humiliation, made Prince Yi angry and worried about the situation.

Originally, he planned to get some cattle and sheep from Mongolia to grazing, using this method to make up for the shortage of food and grass, and at the same time, he was prepared to continue to retreat northward after the Ming army's attack began to facilitate carrying.

Now, not to mention the old, weak, sick and disabled cattle and sheep that Yongqian has brought back, there is no enough quantity in terms of age, weak, sick and disabled. To put it bluntly, these cattle and sheep may not even be enough to give their subordinates a full meal!

Thinking of this, Prince Yi's anger that had just pressed came up again. He waved at Yongqian and asked him to retreat, for fear that he would be able to draw a knife when he saw Yongqian standing in front of him again.

When Yongqian bowed and left, Prince Yi fell into the chair, his face full of sorrow.

There is no need to rely on this bastard Ortai. He is obviously self-reliant and does not take himself seriously at all.

If this were the past, which slave would dare to do this? Wouldn't he be afraid of losing his head? But now, the Qing Dynasty has been dead in name only, and his prince has been driven to the north like a betrayal dog. Ortai's strength in Mongolia is far stronger than his own. In this case, he would not take Prince Yi seriously.

I'm afraid it's not only Prince Yi, but also his fourth brother, the so-called Regent Ortai. You should know that since the retreat of Shanxi, Prince Yong ordered Ortai to divide his troops into two groups, one to the west and the east. The one to the west was to Gansu and return to the central government. As for going east, he went to Liaodong and returned to the command of Prince Yi.

But Ortai did not take Prince Yong's order seriously. Except for a few of them who were not direct troops sent to Gansu, his main force was directly stationed in Mongolia and remained motionless. No matter how Prince Yong ordered many times, Ortai used various reasons to make excuses.

From this we can see that although Ortai is a Qing minister, he no longer respects the king's orders. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a warlord. Even Prince Yong and Prince Yi have no choice but to do anything to him. This is also the reason why Ortai is so bold to play with Prince Yi.

"This dog slave should have dealt with him back then!"

Thinking of this, Prince Yi couldn't help but complain about his fourth brother. If he had known why he had to do it today, when he was dealing with the Minister of Shangshu Geng'e, he should have dealt with Ortai together. The fourth brother was hesitant and worried that if he dealt with Ortai, it would lead to the collapse of the battle situation in Shanxi and did not do so.

But what about now? Shanxi did not defend it and was still thrown to the Ming Dynasty, and Ortai became the actual lord of the grassland and no longer listened to the orders of the Qing court.

Now, without the possibility of getting livestock from Ortai, Prince Yi has the last choice, which is to ask for help from Russia in the north.

But Prince Yi had no idea whether Russia could accept its own conditions and how much support it could give it, but no matter what, this was a road after all. Thinking of Prince Yi standing up and walking back and forth in the hall, thinking about who would be more appropriate to send.

Just as Prince Yi was racking his brains to think about these things, in the Mongolian grassland and Ortai's big tent, Ortai, with a smile on his face, was entertaining a distinguished guest, who was also an old friend of Ortai.

Berekov was drinking fine wine and eating the whole baked sheep, smiling and chatting happily with Ortai sitting in the right seat.

Since the War in the Northern Desert, Russia has acquired nearly half of the grassland territory in the northern Desert, thus allowing Russia's tentacles in the east to penetrate into this land.

In order to commend Berekov's achievements in expanding territory for Russia, he was promoted from colonel to major general. Now he is the commander of the Far East Governor's Office, and his status is very different from before.

"God General, are you satisfied with this wine and this dish?" Ortai asked Berekov with a glass of wine and smiled.

"Of course I am satisfied with my friend, thank you for your hospitality." Berekov drank the wine in his glass in one mouthful, and smiled and wiped the wine stained on his beard.

"Just be satisfied. Come on, come on, come on, let's have another drink."

"Thank you, cheers!"

The two of them poured the wine again, and after touching each other, they drank cleanly, then lit the bottom of the glasses at the same time, and laughed loudly.

After saying some nutritious nonsense, after three rounds of wine, Ortai filed a request for a deal with Russia.

After hearing Ortai's words, Berekov smiled and said, "Your Excellency General, my friend, this is not the first time we have been dealing with each other. We Russians love peace the most and like to make friends the most. Especially for good friends like You, you will naturally not refuse your request."

"That's good!" Ortai was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Thank you very much for your help from the General and the Governor. As you said, we are friends, and it is natural for friends to help each other. For this reason, I would like to greet you..."

Who would have thought that Berekov did not raise his glass immediately, but instead said with a smile: "My friend, although we want to help you very much, you also know that the current situation is different from the previous situation, especially not long ago, our Russian Empire had signed a diplomatic agreement with the Ming Empire, and the two countries had officially established diplomatic ties. According to international practice, in this case, for the Qing Dynasty, which was fighting with the Ming Empire, the Russian Empire, which maintained normal diplomacy, was no longer convenient to intervene directly. You should know this."

"God General, what do you mean..." Ortai asked with a slight sank in his heart, putting down the wine glass in his hand.

"My friend, I just state a fact." Berekov shrugged and said, "Of course, for me personally, I really hope to continue to cooperate with you. After all, we are friends, aren't we? But the policies between countries cannot be destroyed. This is a matter of national integrity. So from the current situation, the Russian Empire may not be able to cooperate with you and your government..."

"But you just..."

Seeing that Ortai was about to scold himself, Berekov smiled and waved his hand, "My friend, please listen to me."

"You said."

Berekov continued: "In order not to destroy the friendship between the Russian Empire and the Ming Empire, and not to create diplomatic passivity, the Russian Empire cannot continue to cooperate with you or your government. I understand that this is true. However, as a personal friendship between friends, I think it may still be feasible if some civil trade is carried out in order to bypass the government, but you must be clear that this has not been recognized by the Russian Empire, and it cannot obtain the protection and commitment of the empire. At the same time, because there are certain risks in the middle, it will also increase a lot of costs."

Ortai immediately understood that Berekov clearly wanted to be a bitch and set up a archway! He said that cooperation between the governments was not allowed, but he used so-called private cooperation or smuggling methods to cooperate, and he also had to raise prices.

These Russians seem to be careless, but they are more greedy than anyone else, and they even deliberately do this in front of themselves.

Although he was extremely despised and even wanted to scold Berekov for being so slapped and farted, Ortai did not say this after all. He pondered for a moment and nodded slowly, and then asked how much it would cost if he followed Berekov's so-called personal advice.

Hearing this, Berekov smiled immediately. He took out a piece of stuff from his arms and handed it over. Ortai took it down and looked carefully. When he saw the offer above, his eyelids couldn't help but jump. This was not doing business, it was clearly a robbery!

The price on Berekov's quotation increased by three times compared to the previous cooperation, and some of the benefits they should have been cancelled. In other words, in terms of the Russian sales of muskets, the money that could have been bought for three muskets can only be bought one now, and this musket is not equipped with gunpowder, bullets, and all gunpowder and bullets that have been available must be purchased separately.

In addition, Russia originally delivered goods to the door, but now it is asking Ortai to send people to the border to pick up goods. The price increase in the incoming and outgoing prices is more than these levels? At the same time, it also transfers all the possible risks to Ortai.

For a moment, Ortai was extremely angry and almost wanted to tear the thing to pieces and then throw it into Berekov's face.

However, Ortai finally took the breath. He gradually regained his calmness, folded the thing and put it in his arms, then laughed, raised his glass and said, "My friend, you just came today. Let's have a drink and have fun. As for the others, let's put it aside for the time being, come on, cheers!"
Chapter completed!