Chapter 392 Game (2)

It was late at night, and the noisy military camp had already quieted down. The wind was strong, and the roaring north wind swept through the snowflakes and hit the tent, causing crisp rustling sounds. Such nights are only suitable for hiding in the quilt and sleeping, but there are many people who can't sleep that night. Not only Yinzuo, but Cewang Alabutan also cannot fall asleep.

Cewang Alabandan has been traversing the grasslands in the northern desert for many years and has been a battle formation for a long time. He has experienced countless wars in his life. Apart from this defeat in Russia, he has never suffered much. Even though he was forced to retreat untenable by the general Yunzi of the West to retreat, the Junggar tribe has not suffered much damage. The annihilation of the 60,000 elite troops of the Qing Dynasty in the battle of Kalawusu River was the greatest victory in the history of the Junggar tribe. Cewang Alabandan has always been very confident and ambitious - restoring the glory of the Mongol Empire has always been a dream buried in his heart, but Brento Haizi completely defeated his ambitions into pieces in the battle. The power of the firearm has since become the demon in his dream. He can't remember how many times he was awakened by nightmares.

"Sixth brother, according to your opinion, how do the Qing army's firearms be compared to those of the Russians?" Cewang Alabutan, who had been wandering around the tent silently for a long time, finally stopped. His pair of hawk eyes stared at Celingdundobu standing in a corner of the tent and asked calmly.

Celingdundobu, in his early thirties, is tall and looks very similar to his cousin Cewang Alabutan. He is a good player in war. The fact that Junggar's troops were the long-distance attack on Lhasa was the man's work. The annihilation of Chuan Erdan's 60,000 troops and the annihilation of Kazakh Khanate were all masterpieces of this man. The reason why Junggar's troops could rise again so quickly was inseparable from Celingdundobu's great military achievements.

"Khan, according to his subordinates, the Qing army's firearms should be much more powerful than the Russians." Celingdunduobu bowed and replied concisely.

"Well, it's much stronger." Cewang Alabutan nodded and said with a wry smile: "The Emperor of Qing is also a powerful character. This time, my Junggar tribe is a wolf in the front door and a tiger in the back door. Oh, it's too late to regret. If I had heard you, my elder brother would not have fallen to this point today."

When Russia entered the Junggar tribe, Celingdundobu suggested that it was not necessary to fight the opponent to lure the enemy deeper, and then cut off its way back, rely on the mobility of the rangers to conduct a thorn in battle, and use the vast prairie to drag the Russian army to death. This should have been the only correct strategy and tactic. Unfortunately, Cehuang Alabandan was eager to win, and thought that the impact of the Mongolian cavalry was unparalleled in the world, and the second was blinded by hatred. The Russians were burned and killed all the way, and the herdsmen of the Junggar tribe suffered heavy casualties. Regardless of Celingdundobu's dissuasion, they wanted to fight. As a result, the entire army was defeated in the first battle.

It was nothing to lose, but at most it would take guerrilla warfare and use the advantage of fast maneuvers to fight with the Russians again. But Cewang Alabutan was scared by the power of the firearms. Again, he ignored Celing Dunduobu's advice and insisted on borrowing troops from the Qing Dynasty. However, he did not expect that the Qing Dynasty had a firearm unit that was stronger than the old Russians. In addition to the Eight Banners Cavalry Camp of the Qing Dynasty, Cewang Alabutan is now in a difficult situation.

"Khan, now we can only bear it and wait for the opportunity. Our subordinates think that the Qing army is indeed powerful, but it is not much stronger than the Russians. Even if we win, we are afraid that our strength will be greatly damaged. At that time, our army will take advantage of the situation to capture the Qing emperor and force the Qing Dynasty to sign a city agreement with me. Things are particularly possible." Celing Dundobu thought for a while and said.

Ce Wang Alabutan shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it's not that easy. The Qing Dynasty's Yili army went out of Altai Mountain to advance east, but did not go to the Brento Sea. The 50,000 troops on the west side were pitifully slow. At this speed, even in March, they might not be able to arrive at Brento Haizi. These two troops were not for the Russians. They should be prepared to deal with our Junggar troops. If the Qing emperor fought with the Russians, these two troops would definitely accelerate forward in the name of reinforcements and cover our army's retreat. Even if our army wanted to move, it would be difficult for us."

Celing Dundobu thought silently for a while and said, "Khan, it is inevitable that the Qing Emperor will be unkind. If we have a quarrel with the Qing Emperor at this time, the Qing Emperor will also march. In this way, we are caught between the Russians and the Qing Emperor, it is probably a little bit of danger. If we follow the Qing Emperor's army, we are afraid that we will treat us as cannon fodder. At this time, we can only temporarily agree with the Qing Emperor and wait for the opportunity to escape from the Qing Emperor's control. As long as we can lead the army alone, we can sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fight."

"Well, that's all. Sixth brother, today the Qing emperor said that he would send firearms to my Mongolian tribes. If the elder brother suggested to the Qing emperor that joint operations require firearms to enrich his strength, would the Qing emperor give it?" Ce Wang Alabutan said after twitching for a long time.

"This..." Celing Dundobu was stunned for a moment and said, "It shouldn't be possible. How could Emperor Qing give such a divine weapon?"

"Hey, yes, the Emperor of Qing will definitely give it." Cewang Alabutan bit his lip and said, "The Qing army wants to enter my Junggar army to fight. Before defeating the Russians, it is absolutely inseparable from the cooperation of my Junggar army. He has to give this gun if he doesn't give it. The eldest brother will ask the Emperor of Qing to go tomorrow. If he doesn't give it, hey, the men on the grassland are watching."

Celing Dundobu looked at Cewang Alabutan with disbelief, but did not ask. Cewang Alabutan did not explain much, but just shook his hand and said, "Forget it, it's late at night, you can go down and rest too. Brother will have his own opinions on tomorrow."

"Yes, a big sweat." Celing Dundobu bowed, stroked his chest, bowed and left the tent. Cewang Alabutan breathed a long sigh and whispered quietly: "It's time for the snow to stop, I hope it will be a good weather tomorrow."

Marching on heavy snow days is a chore. Even if the Russians have always been known for their cold resistance, it is not easy to trek in the knee-deep snow. Major General Bukrusky rode his horse and stood on a small slope, his face tightly, and his face turned pale and looked at the soldiers trekking in the snow. The fire in his heart jumped out, and the whip in his hand was tightly held, wishing he could whip a few whips on the slow-moving soldiers. According to the original plan, he should arrive at Brentohaizi at the end of December, but this winter came early this year. As soon as he crossed the Ural Pass, the snow began to fall, and it was still endless, making the already difficult road even more rugged.

Major General Bukhrusky, the commander of the Second Division of the Third Army of the Guards, has participated in all Russian wars. He was born in a noble family and was promoted from a young lieutenant to a major general commander in just over ten years. Although his family has the influence, what is more important is his own combat command ability. Major General Bukhrusky, who was born in the attendant of Emperor Peter the Great, was a commander of the Far East reinforcement unit, even in the entire Russian series, he was a hero with outstanding military achievements. If it were not for the "style problem", this unlucky expedition would not have fallen on him. Who made him make the belly of the daughter of Peter the Great's favorite Lulindusky? Things were so big that he could only volunteer to serve as the commander of the reinforcement operation, so as to avoid the limelight.

"Major General, the Far East is of great significance to the empire. Your mission this time is glorious and arduous. For the glory of the empire and for the future of the empire, teach those barbaric yellow monkeys a lesson and let them taste the taste of iron and fire. I hope for you and do it myself!" Looking at the vast land, Major General Bukhrusky couldn't help but remember what Emperor Peter the Great said before the expedition. To be honest, Major General Bukhrusky couldn't see what this desolate place could be of use to the empire. As for the hardships, he had tasted enough, but he still didn't know where the glory was. Of course, in Major General Bukhrusky's eyes, the barbarians holding spears and swords were not worth mentioning at all. Victory is only a matter of time. Perhaps the difficulty level is not as difficult as half of this arduous march.

"Report." A Cossack Ranger rode his horse and rushed up the hillside, with snow covered in snow, rolling out of saddles panting, and whispered: "General, the Far Eastern troops are here, right in front."

"Oh? Okay, let's go and see! The command team to speed up the march." Major General Bukhrusky showed a smile on his originally grim face. He swung his whip and rushed forward. Wherever the horse's hooves passed, snowflakes splashed everywhere...

After several consecutive days of heavy snow in the capital, I finally looked forward to a ray of sunshine. Although the sunshine in winter is not very hot, it can at least give people a rare warmth. Taking advantage of the good day when the heavy snow has stopped, people who have been hiding at home for several days can finally go out and take a breath. Although the snow on the street has not melted, there are more people on the street. There are children fighting happily and Shu Xian and pedestrians who are leisurely passing by, and they can't see the tension of the war at all. More than a hundred lieutenants of the royal palace, such as the chief and others, surrounded by eight-carrying sedan chairs and turned out from behind the screen wall of Prince Yi's mansion, shouting all the way to the direction of the palace. Prince Yi Yunxiang was sitting in the sedan chair and pondering silently.

Today is not a day of collegiality, nor is it the time for Yunxiang to be on duty. As a prime minister, the court affairs are so annoying that it has been almost three months since I was able to take a breath. Yunxiang originally planned to take a break at home, but unexpectedly, such a small wish could not be realized. Just now, I just got up and had not even had time to use breakfast. There was a word in the palace that the prince of the governor Hongli invited him, but he didn't say anything, which made Yunxiang have to deal with the bowl of white porridge and rushed into the palace.

"Uncle Thirteen, you are here, please sit down." When the prince of the state who was going to the study room to read the notes, Hongli, saw Yunxiang coming in, quickly got up, bowed politely, greeted with a smile.

"Okay, let's sit down." Yun Xiang bowed and returned the tribute, without any politeness. He sat down with a smile and said, "Brother is getting up so early today. I don't know how anxious I am to look for me, but what urgent matter is there?"

"Uncle Thirteenth, that's right. Uncle Thirteenth, said that he wanted the emperor to give the authority to the nephew to the nephew. Therefore, the nephew himself was involved. Therefore, the nephew did not express his opinion and transferred it to the Military Affairs Office. It is estimated that it has been passed on to the emperor, but the nephew thought about it and felt something was wrong here. Uncle Thirteenth, you know that the nephew is young and has little knowledge. How can he bear such a responsibility? If something goes wrong, it will make a mistake. Therefore, the nephew wants to write a letter to recommend Uncle Thirteenth to criticize the memorial. One is the Prime Minister and the Emperor Ama who is trustworthy. It is countless times stronger than the nephew, and it is legitimate. What does Uncle Thirteenth think?" Hongli said with a smile.

As soon as these words were said, Yun Xiang took a deep breath and stood up suddenly and said, "No, Uncle Thirteen does not have such ability and cannot bear this burden. Don't mention this matter again."

"Ah, how could this happen? Oh, Uncle Thirteen, my nephew has sent this note, this..." Hongli said with annoyance.

Yunxiang's face turned pale instantly, his eyes stared at Hongli like a knife, and he clenched his teeth, and he didn't say anything for a long time. After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Uncle Thirteen is so tired recently and has bad health. I want to take a leave. I'll have a good rest for two days. I'll ask the eldest brother to make an appointment. If there is any important matter, the eldest brother can negotiate with the Military Affairs Office and say goodbye." Yunxiang was about to go out as soon as he finished speaking. Hongli hurriedly stood up and hurriedly said: "Uncle Thirteen, you misunderstood. My nephew has no other meaning. This, this... Alas, Uncle Thirteen, can you trust my nephew?"

Yunxiang stopped and looked at Hongli. His lips moved for a long time, but he didn't say anything. He sighed. He didn't care what Hongli said behind him and left the study room on his own, ignoring the greetings of the officials who had been delivering the memorials along the way. He left the palace with a blue face and stopped sitting in a sedan chair. He snatched a horse from the lieutenant, rushing toward his palace with a whip. The lieutenant followed closely...
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