Boyakov was a notorious explorer. He died at his hands and had no less than a thousand tribes. Every time he attacked the village of the next tribe, he would massacre them all.

These cruel and vicious Cossacks often kill all men, rape women, and set fire to the entire village. It was through these criminals and evildoers that Tsarist Russia expanded its territory to the entire Siberia.

Twenty construction workers pressed against the door tightly, holding the muskets assigned to them by the local garrison, and did not dare to breathe.

The rolling smoke in the chimney had betrayed them, and even in the snow and ice, Boyakov easily determined their location.

Boyakov smiled grimly, his face hidden under his beard, filled with cruel smiles. His subordinates smiled knowingly and followed him quietly. There was one less piece of ice and snow outside a small wooden door than elsewhere, and it was obviously swept away.

With a clang, he kicked the newly-fitted wooden door, as if he was kicking the hearts of twenty construction workers, and everyone was trembling with fear.

Fortunately, this door is newly installed, and it has been specially reinforced to protect the cold. The tall and strong Rakshasa man did not kick it open.

The Rakshasa people around him burst into laughter. Kuzuonev's face turned red when he kicked the door, obviously angry and screamed with a strange cry like a black bear. His burly body hit the door, as if a broken drum was pounding, and the sound was low and faintly there was a faint sound of bone hitting the door.

After seven or eight loud noises, the devastated wooden door was finally smashed to pieces. Foreman Wang closed his eyes and shouted: "Shoot, shoot, shoot them to death."

Even if Kuzuonev was killed, he would never have thought that the Han people in the wooden house would have a musket... The workers were so panicked that they didn't care about shooting in turn, and they shot him into a sieve. The remaining Rakshasa people hurriedly hid.

Boyakov reached out and waved his hand, and his subordinates lit a bottle and threw it in. After a while, the wooden house was ignited. There was a lot of wood in the room, and the fire gradually became prosperous.

After all, the construction workers are ordinary people, and no one dares to rush out to fight to the death. Finally, the fire became heavier and thicker, and the smoke choked people to breathe. When the Rakshasa people outside saw that they didn't dare to come out, they knew that there were not many people inside, and they all laughed with muskets. The laughter was arrogant and cruel, like a group of evil ghosts in hell.

Finally, a scream sounded, and there was no way to avoid it in the room. A small worker's leg was broken by a falling beam. Foreman Wang threw down his weapon, hugged him and took the workers with his hands raised.

At this time, surrender was their only choice. They came here to work from thousands of miles away, and they were just asking for some money, not to fight.

Boyakov looked at the group of Han people who were covered in black with thick smoke. Everyone had horror on their faces, like a group of frightened monkeys. Boyakov held a gun and said with a smile: "My dear Kuzonev, it's so sad that he died in the hands of these monkeys."

The Rakshasa people around him laughed with him, and could not see any sadness caused by the death of his companion, but instead looked very happy.

These explorers were hired by the Tsarist Russian government. If one less companion is distributed when the commission is distributed, it means that the money is more. It is absolutely impossible to rely on this group of people to be sad for their companions.

Foreman Wang was so scared that he trembled all over. The little coworker on his back was too seriously injured and kept wailing.

The howling made a Rakshasa man feel unhappy, and walked over and patted Foreman Wang on the shoulder. Foreman Wang looked up and saw a dawn, a knife had been slashed on the back. The wailing sound stopped abruptly, and the hot blood flowed down the back of Foreman Wang. This little worker was his fellow villager. All of their towns were killed by the Manchu Tartars, and only the two of them escaped. Foreman Wang has been raising him as his son for so long.

The upper and lower rows of teeth pressed against each other, and they clenched their fists. Among the evil ghost-like Rakshasa people, Foreman Wang shouted loudly, and the Rakshasa people in front of him fell to the ground.

A sharp arrow passed through his throat. This was a new short crossbow in the Northern Expedition Army. Sometimes the musket failed in the ice and snow. Yan Yingyuan in the rear specially configured them.

Jiang Bin led the crowd to come and happened to see the Rakshasa people slashing their compatriots again. Jiang Bin, who was originally planning to come up quietly to ambush them, made a quick decision and shot a crossbow through the Rakshasa people's throat.

The sound of gunfire sounded in the snow with the sound of muskets, and the shouts of killing came one after another.

Boyakov cursed, took his men to the side of the house, and began to fight back. Twenty workers caught in the middle were killed and injured.

Foreman Wang hugged the dead little coworker and lay on the ground without moving.

Jiang Bin, a hundred households in the army, watched coldly, let the soldiers behind him step forward and asked, "Can you shoot artillery at this distance?"

"Sir, if you shoot a gun, you'll be afraid of hurting our workers."

Jiang Bin slapped his hands and sighed, and had to continue to direct his men to shoot. The workers seemed to be unable to survive, but they could not fire the fire before they died, until they roared in the open space opposite: "Fire the fire, blow them to death."

As soon as he finished speaking, the artillery behind him looked at Jiang Bin, who nodded solemnly.

With a bang, the arson bomb and the cannon were fired together, dyeing the surroundings of the wooden house a fiery red color.

The Rakshasa people suffered heavy casualties. Seeing that the enemy's firepower was much stronger than his, Boyakov said he was so damn that he took his men to retreat. Their horses were behind the wall next to them, and it was very convenient to escape as long as they got on the horse.

Jiang Bin led his men to chase him, and shot dozens of Rakshasa men. The rest of them rode on their horses and ran away.

In this battle, there were only more than 100 Ming troops. They killed ninety-eight Rakshasa explorers at the cost of killing and injuring twenty workers and thirteen soldiers. After the war report was passed, Yan Yingyuan's face was heavy.

In the large tent of Guangning Mansion, Yan Yingyuan took the candlelight and wrote a memorial and sent someone to pass it to Jinling overnight. Three days later, the messenger who entered the pass came to Jinling on the sea route. It was the end of the year and it was about to be New Year's Eve.

The lights in Jinling City are just on the lanterns, and the flower market is as bright as day. The world comes to celebrate the streets more lively. Crowds of people are crowded with the streets, and crowds are celebrating this long-lost New Year.

The people of Jinling, who were in a prosperous and peaceful era, would not have thought of this fierce battle on the banks of the Xiaohai of Mobei (Lake Baikal). The scale of this encounter was very small in the entire Northern Expedition battle, but it caused a series of chain reactions.

In the Forbidden City, Hou Xuanyan held Yan Yingyuan's memorial and summoned two Grand Secretary and ten important officials in the court overnight.

Yan Yingyuan said it very clearly in the memorial that fighting people from Mobei cannot move their muscles and bones. The vast snowfield and cold wind are their best barriers. As long as they send less than a thousand people to explore, they can kill the local indigenous people wantonly. Although the imperial court brought large tracts of territory into rule, it could not protect its people like other places. In response, Yan Yingyuan submitted a memorial to transfer the Liao army to Mobei, leaving a small number of people to station in Manchuria.

The army, together with Xia Wanchun's Jingbei Army, started a war against Junggar!

Only through Junggar can we conquer the Rakshasa Kingdom, completely eradicate this disaster, avenge the people who died without reason, and the northern border of the Jingsui Empire.

Junggar is not a soft persimmon. Yan Yingyuan's memorial is different from any previous memorial. This letter is just a name. In order to have a way to fight against the Rakshasa, he had to attack the Junggar Khanate, which had no rift.

As a general, Yan Yingyuan had no idea of ​​forming an alliance or borrowing the road. When two major powers fought and putting the supply line in the hands of other countries, it was irresponsible for the lives of the expedition soldiers.

As long as the Junggar cut off the supply line of the Jingbei Army with three swords, hundreds of thousands of people who attacked the Rakshasa became lonely troops hanging overseas, and the situation was very unfavorable. Therefore, Yan Yingyuan directly submitted a memorial and suggested conquering the Junggar.

This memorial is very contempt for Hou Xuanyan's temper, but the ministers in the court do not agree very much. First of all, it is a cliché issue: the teacher is Wuming.

Although Junggar has always been an imaginary enemy of Jingbei Province, they have not broken up with each other and are rashly attacking each other. Secondly, Junggar is a Khanate with a huge territory. The entire nation has no less than 500,000 soldiers to control the strings. In the history of later generations, he was also a strong enemy of the Qing Dynasty. In addition, Manchus had just been pacified and withdrew its army, which may be risky.

Everyone had different opinions, and Hou Xuanyan dared not make a decision rashly. If he conquered Junggar, he would be fine and fell into the quagmire of war, he would be afraid that Tsarist Russia would take the opportunity to enter.

The relationship between Junggar and Tsarist Russia is very delicate now. They can't beat Tsarist Russia, and Tsarist Russia can't eat this piece of fat for a while. However, the appearance of Jingbei Province has made this old enemy hook up and have a common enemy for a while.

Just as everyone was arguing, the Minister of War Jiang Jianxun stood up, and everyone, including Hou Xuanyan, focused on him.

"My dear, what do you mean?"

Jiang Jianxun paused, clasped his fists and said, "I just want to ask Your Majesty, is there a possibility of reconciliation with the Rakshasa people?"

Hou Xuanyan pondered for a moment and opened his mouth and said, "One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. The people of Rakshasa have too much appetite. I am not a person without desires. To say that reconciliation can only be at the post-war negotiating table. One party is beaten and cannot turn over, so that it is possible to sign a contract of bonds. Moreover, this contract is destined to be unfair."

Jiang Jianxun's eyebrows were horizontal and flew slanted like a temple, and said in a calm voice: "Then Your Majesty shouldn't hesitate. We should continue to suffer from the chaos. General Yan's romance and reasoning is actually a good word."

Hou Xuanyan slapped the table and said, "Okay! When the dying continues to suffer the chaos, Junggar is not wrong. It is wrong because it was born in the wrong place. He sent an order to inform Xia Wanchun, and the war will begin in March next year."

When Chen Mingyu saw it, he knew that this matter was a foregone conclusion, so he stood up and said, "Your Majesty, how should I write the manifesto of attacking Junggar?"

"Just say that they colluded with the Rakshasa people, they were accomplices of the enemy chiefs, and they also accommodated the remnants of the Khanate who were enemies with us."

If we say that the recent foreign wars are not as good as this one, the Junggar expedition to the west of the desert is a very gamble. No one knows their combat power, but it is definitely not bad.

Hou Xuanyan couldn't sleep all night excitedly. Although the war was still three months away, he had to start preparing after he decided.

The nearly one million troops on the border can finally show their strength. If they open up the Junggar, they can go north and enter the European land. Genghis Khan entered Hungary from here and swept across the entire European continent.

The next day, Hou Xuanyan, who was staring at a panda-eyed eye, summoned the envoys of all nations and held a banquet in the palace to entertain the kings and princes of these vassal states.

The royal families of these small countries have not been to the Ming Dynasty for several generations. They were all shocked by the atmosphere of this great country and secretly decided in their hearts that they must be more tame, so as to avoid the disaster of destruction like Siam and Myanmar.

In the past, although the Central Plains dynasty was also a hegemon and the existence of the Supreme Kingdom of the Celestial Empire, they were relatively gentle at that time and would not destroy the country at any time. But now it is different. With a wave of his hand, Hou Xuanyan had destroyed dozens of countries of all sizes, including the Khanate in the north of the desert and the Sultanate on the island of Malacca.

As the ritual music started, a guard of honor was welcomed in the square. Hou Xuanyan took the emperor's chariot to the central platform, next to him was Huang Yinger and Gu Linger in formal clothes, wearing phoenix crowns and robe robes.

Everyone stood up from their seats, stood in the audience with their hands hanging down, and sang and danced for a while in the middle. After Hou Xuanyan sat down, a group of vassal royal families below bowed and bowed.

Hou Xuanyan laughed and said, "You all come from afar, don't be polite, just sit, sit..."

Everyone returned to their seats. Hou Xuanyan continued: "Since the Jiashen national crisis, the Qing Dynasty caused disaster for four years, during which we were in contact with each other. Now in the peaceful and prosperous times, the Tartars have been destroyed. I and you should gather together from time to time to express your friendship."

Everyone said yes, although everyone knew that there was no friendship between each other, if there was a country like Japan and North Korea, and after being greatly favored by Hou Xuan, there might be a little friendship. Like the Khanate in the Mobei region and the small countries in the South China Sea, they were almost all puppets, and they were completely annexed by Jingbei at some point.

Especially the Japanese lord Tokugawa Iemitsu and North Korea's quasi-president Li Zhuolin looked at the stage, and there was no longer a look of looking at people. That was a respect for gods. Hou Xuanyan was the target they wanted to imitate. Whether it was Tokugawa Iemitsu or Li Zhuolin, they all rushed to the magic of the revival and development of this neighboring empire, and were determined to learn it. Hou Xuanyan was the creator of this miracle, and they had all seen the power of the Ming Dynasty today.

After some polite greetings, the singing and dancing performance continued. The Ministry of Rites put in a lot of effort to prepare the program, which was very stylish. Gu Yanwu invited his friend Wang Fuzhi to create a performance with great momentum and charm. Even Hou Xuanyan watched it with relish, and turned around and whispered to the eunuch and commented.

If there are sharp ears, you can definitely listen to Hou Xuan's speech: "The dancer is good, is it from the Jiaofangsi?"

Little Lizi smiled knowingly, showed her little white teeth, and nodded, "I understand, I understand."
Chapter completed!