Feng Yong didn't have long to be happy when a telegram from the northern crisis was delivered. Urgent encrypted telegram from the commander of the Northeast Military District, Liu Hei. The situation is not optimistic.

"Young marshal, did the Russians do it?" Feng Delin and Li Jun came together. The two were dealing with government affairs when they received an urgent notice from Feng Yong.

"Not bad. According to the intelligence of the assassination, the Russian governor should have received a telegram from the European tsars that the Far Eastern Army had sent troops and divided the troops into two routes. All the way straight south, straight to our three eastern provinces, the goal should be you and me. The other option was to move westward into Mongolia, presumably to support the beleaguered Cossack cavalry. Feng Yong gave a brief introduction to the situation, and then handed the information to Feng Delin.

"How many are there?" Li Jun said with a frown. Although they had already thought that the Far Eastern Army would take action in the Northeast, but the matter really came, everyone was still a little nervous.

"Fifty thousand!" Feng Yong's face was a little dignified, and the Northeast Military Region faced the 50,000 people of the Russian Far East Army. Although there are now more than 60,000 people in the Northeast Military Region, one-third of them are recruits who have been baptized by the Great War. I am afraid that it is inferior to the Russian soldiers in terms of combat effectiveness.

"Yong'er, why don't you gather the soldiers under the headquarters to support the Northeast Military Region?" Feng Delin's expression was solemn, and he was the only one here who had personally fought with the Russians, and he had a certain understanding of the Russians' combat effectiveness and fighting methods.

"There are now three brigades of recruits at the headquarters, who have just been programmed, and I originally wanted to set up a military district when their training is mature. However, looking at the current situation, we can only postpone the establishment of the military region. Feng Yong said helplessly. Originally, he received information from within that the Far Eastern Army was very likely to leave the hinterland of the three eastern provinces and directly support the Mongol Cossack cavalry. After all, strategically speaking, Mongolia, which threatens the Trans-Siberian Railway at all times, is more important than the three eastern provinces.

"Yong'er, why don't you let me lead the troops! Although the old man is not a famous general, he has more combat experience than you, and according to our intelligence, the Far Eastern Army of the Russians had a major accident in the rectification that just took place some time ago, and now the weapons of the entire Far Eastern Army are not sufficient, and even less than one man. The original 60,000 horses of the Northeast Military Region, plus the soldiers of the three brigades, the entire Northeast Military Region is nearly 100,000. It cannot be said that this Far Eastern army was destroyed, but it was more than enough to resist their southward movement. Although Feng Delin is nominally the supreme governor of Northeast China, he is actually not in charge of much work. In military matters, Feng Yong and Jiang Baili partnered, Li Jun added, they have cooperated very well. Feng Delin couldn't intervene either. In terms of government work, Li Jun's methods are becoming more and more mature, and there are fewer and fewer things that need his own assistance. Speaking of which, Feng Delin is not yet fifty years old, although his physique has declined a little because of the last shot, but it is the peak moment of his life experience, so he can't bear to support his retirement. So he also took the initiative to do something.

Feng Yong thought for a moment and nodded. He knew that although his father had given all the power to himself, he was a little at a loss when he was idle. Whether it is in the military or in government affairs, there are fewer and fewer places where he can interfere. Through his mother Feng Yong, he also knew that Feng Delin's life was not happy, thinking of his mother's words, and then looking at his father's obvious appearance than before, Feng Yong swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

"Father, this time you led the three newly formed brigades north to join the battle sequence of the Northeast Military Region. Father, you are the commander-in-chief of the Northern Campaign, and Liu Hei, the commander of the Northeast Military Region, and Liu Shan, the political commissar, will assist you in commanding the battle. Father, the focus of this Northern Campaign is not only to block the Tsarist Far Eastern Army from entering the three eastern provinces, but also to weaken the strength of the Far Eastern Army as much as possible. Even if necessary, the security forces could cross the border and enter the territory of Tsarist Russia to plunder. Of course, the object of plunder can only be the Russians! Feng Yong said with a solemn expression. This large-scale invasion by Tsarist Russia just gave him a great opportunity to lay out Siberia. In just over a year, big changes are about to take place in Russia. Feng Yong would never let go of such a big piece of cake. As for whether to swallow it alone or share it with others, it is necessary to see what situation the Northeast has developed at that time.

"Don't worry, Yong'er, as long as I, Feng Delin, am in the north for a day, Lao Maozi will not want to enter the hinterland of the three eastern provinces." Feng Delin said firmly. Feng Delin started with resistance to Russia, and he is not only familiar with fighting with the Russians, but also has a taste of nostalgia. And now he is no longer what he used to be. Back then, he raised a militia of several hundred people to fight against the Russians, but he could only do some small things about ambushes and sneak attacks, and he was even captured by the Russians. Now he leads nearly 100,000 elite soldiers. Behind it, there are the vast three eastern provinces as the foundation, and Feng Delin's heart is unprecedentedly hard.

Feng Yong did not tell anyone about the future action strategy of the Northeast. After all, his grand strategy is all about the things that will happen in the future, and these things cannot be analyzed with the existing intelligence. When you say it, it's not a language, it's a god. After all, prophecy also needs to be based on facts. And because a big butterfly effect has occurred since he crossed over, Feng Yong himself doesn't know if history will be the same as before. Therefore, he can only lay out for the future as much as possible, hoping to seize the opportunity of rising with the inertia of history.

Kulen region, Mongolia. The main hall of Ningqing Temple.

The 8th Jebtsundamba was full of sorrow and no longer had a noble image in front of people.

"Living Buddha, the Russians have been defeated, one of the two cavalry divisions has been completely annihilated, and the other has lost more than half, and now all the Russian cavalry in the steppe adds up to less than 20,000 people. The disciple just arrived at the news and rushed to inform the Living Buddha! Living Buddha, what should you do when you see things? Where do we go from here? Chechen Khan said to the 8th Jebtsundamba with a worried expression. Now Chechen Khan has a faint regret in his heart. If he hadn't come to the Kulen region and chose to surrender to the Northeast Security Army, even if he couldn't maintain his status as a nobleman, he could at least live with peace of mind. With the wealth accumulated by his family for hundreds of years, as long as he keeps to himself, whether it is in the Northeast or entering the Guannai, he can live comfortably for a lifetime.

But now it's too late, and the entire Chechen Khan has already been conquered by the Northeast Security Army. The nobles of the Khan tribe were also relocated to the interior of the northeast. Unless he fights back with Jebtsundamba again, then he will still be the khan of the Chechen department, if not, he will have no other forces to rely on except for the five thousand young men under his command.

"That's it, that's it!" The khans of the various ministries also responded one after another. Looking at the people with different faces, a murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the Eighth Jebtsundamba. One by one, these tribal khans did not hesitate to harm the interests of the entire steppe for their own interests. Although he was not a good man, he was also bent on restoring the Mongolian steppes to their ancient glory. Although he despised these life-hungry khans, the current situation was that he had to rely on their strength to keep the entire steppe stable.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please use your own headquarters as the basis to integrate the forces of the princes, county kings, and Baylors who will vote in the future. Constitute the own defense forces of our Great Mongolian Empire. Let we, the descendants of Genghis Khan, protect this Mongolian steppe! Jebtsundamba stood up and agitated. It's a pity that these khans are all human spirits, and it is also hypocritical to go along with them.

If it weren't for the strong support of Tsarist Russia behind the 8th Jebtsundamba, and even if the defeated Tsarist Russia still had nearly 20,000 elites in the steppe, I am afraid that these khans would have left the Kulen region by now and went their separate ways. Anyway, this Mongolian steppe is very big, and it is not easy for the Northeast Security Army to find them if they take the initiative to enter the depths of the steppe with their own tribes, as long as they don't take the initiative to cause trouble.

Tsarist Cossack Cavalry Command.

The commander of the cavalry army, Lieutenant General Glezhnev, had a hard look on his face, and he could not see the extreme. The Tsar had already sent a very harshly reprimanded him, and if it weren't for his family's extensive influence within the empire, he would have been ousted from the throne of this cavalry commander long ago. Even though the family used a lot of connections, his position in the heart of the tsar was a straight line general, and his original position as the most likely to ascend to the throne of commander-in-chief of the Cossack cavalry was also in vain.

But what made him even more depressed was that he still knew the news of the destruction of his 1st Cavalry Division from the enemy's good news. Until now, he didn't know how his elite 1st Cavalry Division was annihilated by the enemy.

After thinking about it for a long time, Lieutenant General Glezhnev could only confirm that his first division was ambushed by the enemy. Thus the whole army was finally annihilated. If the two sides had a cavalry battle on the vast steppe, even if their first division was defeated, there would always be people who escaped, but now the result turned out to be that the elite cavalry of more than 10,000 people of the first division was either dead or captured by the enemy, and none of them escaped. This affair was a disgrace to the Russian Empire. Such a responsibility is not something that he, Lieutenant General Glezhnev, will be able to bear.

"Has Major General Guralyev departed?" Lieutenant General Glezhnev said to the adjutant beside him.

"General, it's time to go. In three days they will be able to reach the Trans-Siberian Railway, and in two days they will be able to reach Moscow. ”

Lieutenant General Glezhnev secretly breathed a sigh of relief, of course, someone needed to be the scapegoat for such a big matter. And the relationship is not strong enough, this time again suffered another defeat Major General Gularev is undoubtedly the best choice, for his own life and future, Lieutenant General Glezhnev did not hesitate to betray Gularev, a confidant general.

(To be continued)