Chengen opened his eyes and looked east. There was a river in the east, and there was no other river in the east, and the Kama River was beyond the edge.

But Hubai said that behind them was not a river, but a Mongolian descendant from the Siberian Khanate who followed the Ming Dynasty.

These people need to kill Cossacks to comfort their ancestors who died in the war.

And behind them was still not a river, but the nominal general Karacha with the same idea.

Further down the road, there were the Ming Dynasty's official army, the Ming Dynasty's Jin Dynasty's official army, the Mongolian tribes and their families hundreds of thousands of people.

There is also the Ming Empire that is farther away. He still doesn't know why the empire launched a massive western expedition. As a Mongol, he could understand the Ming Jin Kingdom's desire for grasslands, and they also knew that their ancestors had arrived at the Eastern European plains.

Whenever Chechen Khan, who came from the Jin Dynasty in the Central Army heard Qi Jiguang’s announcement that they would be the barriers of the Ming Dynasty in the West, he was so happy that he wanted to drink a whole bag of milk wine.

He kept muttering that it was the land of the Golden Horde and could not fall into the hands of slaves.

However, He Bai has never understood the significance of the Ming Dynasty launching an expedition, but he also believes that he does not need to understand it. As a pioneer, he only needs to fight the battle in front of him.

The meaning of choice is not whether the result is good, but whether the result of this choice is the best compared to the results of other choices.

His killing of surrendered soldiers has nothing to do with these surrendered soldiers, but these surrendered soldiers will die sooner or later. If they do not die at his hands, they will also die at the hands of Karacha on the other side of the river, because the soldiers of Karacha and the Siberian Khanate will kill every Cossack they see.

Death at his hands, there is no trouble for the dying of the ancestral dying, and it is very easy to deal with it. The remaining Cossacks who surrendered to the Ming army in Iskell were frightened and allowed them to continue telling stories.

The key is that on the other side of the river is Karacha in Siberia.

Although Qi Jiguang comforted him, saying that appointing Karacha as the general was to win people's hearts and let him fight well in front of him, and to stabilize Kuchukhan in Siberia and to make a big rear with peace of mind.

He could understand such an arrangement and treat himself as the vanguard's commander, but his lack of opinion on Qi Jiguang does not mean that he could not have opinion on Karacha.

He cannot let the soldiers who have surrendered him die at the hands of Karacha, as this will affect his prestige in the army and will also encourage Karacha's prestige.

In fact, this matter was a foregone conclusion since he drove the Cossack ants to attack the city without fire. No matter whether the city can be captured or not, those Cossacks will not survive.

Now that the problem has been solved, he captured the most prestigious Kaye in the area without any effort, and obtained all the property in the city, but there was no one in the city.

Thousands of unprocessed fur are enough for tens of thousands of troops to eat for two years, tens of thousands of clothes and utensils that are not too thick, as well as more weapons and armor that can arm soldiers, and a large amount of goods that can be sold.

More importantly, Kaye.

When he was pulled out of the room by Cossack with a thick hemp rope, he looked a little arrogant and dissatisfied, and he cursed in words that he couldn't understand.

But when the worshippers killed all the Cossacks, leaving him and more than twenty women and children hiding in the lord's wooden house, the young man in a silk robe and gold ring sweated like a pulp.

I soon peed all over the floor, and my legs were weak and I couldn't even help it.

He stopped yelling and scolding, and said several words in a different way, for fear that the Tatars would be killed because they could not speak.

Je Chengen walked around Kaye with disdain and walked a few times around him, and turned around to Je, "The boy thought he was a man, but he didn't want him to be very cowardly."

Xibai snorted softly: "Before he was not afraid, he thought that other people's son would die, but his father's son would not die. Now he thinks that I really can kill him, so he is afraid."

Kaye was lucky. In the words he mastered, there were many words that came from the changes in Mongolian language three hundred years ago, which could barely be understood by Qibai's subordinates, but even so, they suffered a lot of flesh and blood.

It was not the action of the grassland tribes, but the Cangtou Army, who had been under the command of Qi Chengen, who had been withheld for two generations. Their second generation was born south of the Great Wall since childhood. It was fine to say that they were from the Ming Dynasty and served as translators when they forced confessions.

The translation work is really difficult, and I often get angry and need to kick Kaye.

In order to make himself survive, Kaye said everything he was asked and what he didn't ask, as long as he could make himself survive.

Also, as long as you can live as long as you look like you kill people without blinking, you will say half of it and half.

"hey-hey!"

After asking Kaye for more than half an hour, Je Chengen finally satisfactorily held the notes written in Chinese and handed them over to Je Bai, who was discussing matters with several adopted sons.

Xu Chengen said: "When we came, we just happened to have only been a day since the six thousand main forces crossed the river. The supplies left in the city were theirs. This place was full of treasures."

"Two salt mines, six coal mines, and the pine, birch and cypress everywhere. There is a river of diamonds 200 miles northeast. There is also a gold mine that produces citrine and emeralds. It is very rich."

As he said this, he was delighted and said, "As long as someone comes from behind, you will definitely find more!"

His implication was that he wanted to make a fortune to Qi Jiguang and to build a fief in the name of supervising the future Western tribes: "Even if you set up a guard."

"Don't touch your crooked mind. The Beiyang Army is more powerful than the monkeys. The military supervisors behind them cannot hide this information."

He Bai glared at the eldest son, snorted from his nostrils, and said disdainfully: "Just talk nonsense, people come from behind, thousands of miles away from his hometown, and people will come from where there will be people. Could it be that you want to stay in this remote countryside forever?"

"Dad, you can't say that. You're going to build a railway in the future. Even if you're thousands of miles away, you won't know."

It's the word railway again.

The railway that I always heard from others but never saw with my own eyes.

At this point, Qi Bai felt deeply that he was a person who was already behind the times. His two sons and several adopted sons had previously worked under Qi Jiguang's tent. This battle attracted the front line and always brought the railway in his spare time.

It's like the so-called "railway" is a monster.

In desolate Siberia, as long as there is such a "railway", it seems that it is not a problem to be separated by thousands of miles.

I have never studied this thing these days, but I couldn't help but feel strange: "We have been here for more than a year of marching. Not to mention how long the railway will take to be built and whether it can be completed? Only if it is completed, can it be stayed here as a commander? If you want to go back to your hometown, you will have to travel back and forth for four years before you can be satisfied?"
Chapter completed!