Jingshan, because it enshrines the portraits of the ancestors of the Jin Kingdom, as a place to worship the ancestors, has always been a royal land, and the people are forbidden to enter. www.biquge.info But at this time, the armed forces guarding Jingshan had long since disappeared, and were replaced by Cossack Don hippos, leisurely gnawing on grass.

It was the base of the 5th Don Cossack Cavalry Regiment, a cavalry that was able to fight well, and was also known for its strong fighting power and cruelty, brutality and brutality. As for who is more representative of the Cossacks between the two, I'm afraid even they themselves can't tell.

The Cossacks were not a single race, but included several ethnic groups, including Slavs, Tatars, and even Caucasians, which would be more accurately called ethnic groups. They own large tracts of land and enjoy their military income. Their land taxes were much less than those of the serfs in the country, so that in disaster years, the emperor would take the last oats to buy machinery, but they also had their own price: their lives.

These natural warriors paid a blood tax, and whenever the Tiele Empire was at war (in fact, the country was often at war, and the years of peace were unusual), the Cossacks had to put on their robes, ride on straddle horses, and take up spears and sabers to fight for the Tiele Emperor. As for the meaning and purpose of the war, no one cared, and even whether they won or lost, they couldn't figure it out, they only knew that it was their own obligation, and they worked hard for Emperor Tiele, and that's it.

The Cossack units had always received orders from the Tiele Empire, and when they received the order to attack, they would bow their heads and rush forward regardless of it, as if they were bulls with a temper tantrum. But its obedience, that's it.

When the battle is over, drunkenness, robbery, and intermittent silver are inevitable and unrestrained. They still retain the characteristics of the nomads of the primitive era, cruel and tyrannical, inhumane to the enemy people, or do not treat them as human beings.

Some described it as wolfish and praised it, but when they stood in front of the Cossack cavalry, they promised to forget their praise to Java. Even the allies of these Cossack cavalry, when they saw the fierce and brutal eyes of these people, the greedy eyes of their wives, would lose a trace of favor with them. The so-called wolf nature is, in the final analysis, animal nature, and people should obviously not be complacent about their animal nature.

But within the Cossacks, there were also their own rules, such as obedience to the strong, respect for the orders of the commander, and so on. In fact, a rabble without obedience cannot be combative, and it is precisely because of the strict discipline within them that they can be so brave.

The commander of this cavalry regiment, Merekhov, is the leader of this army and the supreme will of this army. Because he is the strongest, and he is the fiercest. It is not very tall, but it is unusually strong, and its fists are the size of pumpkins, which can knock down a bull with a single punch. On the battlefield, a single slash can cut the enemy's head in half like a rotten watermelon.

His face was like ice for thousands of years, and he had no smile, even his subordinates who had followed him for many years had never seen him smile. Its aqua blue eyes, like the ice of Siberia that will not melt for thousands of years, can make anyone cold to the bone with just one glare. The huge hooked nose of the eagle makes people think of a bird of prey like a falcon at first sight.

Those drunken subordinates could chase the small-footed women of the Jin Kingdom, run around the temples dedicated to the portraits of the ancestors of the Jin Kingdom, deliberately tease them, force them to escape, and then catch them and invade them before those portraits. But when Merekhov appeared, no one dared to continue what he had just done, and all of them stood naked in a row and threw the women aside.

Merekhov glanced at his subordinates and said without any emotion: "Why stop? You should go on and do what you want, and I, like you, love to hear these women screaming, sobbing and pleading. At this time, I feel that I am still very young, and I will feel that my Pietro has not left me! Go on, you pigs, keep doing what you just did, these women! Let me hear them scream, just like my Pietro. ”

His eldest son, Captain Petro, was killed outside the capital, and his body was found only a few days later, and none of the dozen or so Rangers who acted with him survived.

Pietro was an excellent warrior, riding a horse and shooting with a sword, all of whom were first-rate skirmishers, and were not inferior to his father. After entering Daikin, he is invincible, and no troops can threaten him, but he is also known for his lust.

He likes the feet of women in the Jin Kingdom, and the flowerpot bottom shoes of the flag people, and has an inexplicable penchant for women who wear such shoes. Old Merekhov didn't have a problem with that, it didn't matter if someone liked a dark horse or someone liked a red horse. But because the son liked this, he was killed inexplicably. When the dead body was found, Merekhov locked himself in his room and drank wine for a day, and from then on he became more gloomy and more cruel.

His men investigated the matter, and some of the Jin people provided clues that the rangers had stopped the carriage of the two women. These two women seem to be the noblewomen of the Jin Kingdom, which is very ordinary, and in these days, such things have happened too much. But while they were teasing and taking possession of the two women, as usual, an armed force of the Kingdom of Jin appeared and killed everyone, including Petro.

After learning the news, Merekhov went crazy and mobilized all his strength to investigate the circumstances of the murderer. It's just that they are outsiders in the Jin country after all, and there is too little news they can get.

All that can be obtained now is that this murderer was a good fighter who did it himself at that time, and single-handedly solved a dozen Cossacks. His identity should be the leader of a certain Praetorian Guard in the Jin Kingdom, because after the incident, the direction in which they are moving should be to protect them.

From then on, Merekhov also became obsessed with the small feet of the women of the Golden Kingdom, according to him, to fulfill his last wish for Petro. One of his hobbies now is to catch the noblewomen of the Jin Kingdom, first get through them, and then cut off their feet and collect them.

These subordinates knew that their superiors wanted revenge, but how could they act without orders from their superiors? No matter how fierce the Cossacks were, in fact, they were just a quick knife from His Majesty the Emperor. Without the order of His Majesty the Emperor, how can a knife kill? Now the prime minister of the Jin State is getting in touch with the empire, at the expense of the Kanto region, in exchange for the empire's assistance in achieving peace. Once the peace treaty is signed, who can spoil the situation.

All the Cossacks were silent, they did not know how to calm the anger of old Mairekhov, and silence at this time was often the best attitude.

Merekhov looked at his men and the dozen or so naked crying women on the ground, who had no courage to escape, knowing that even if they escaped through this door, they would be caught and beaten half to death. He roared

"My Pietro was killed in pursuit of his precious prey. And you, these wastes, only know how to manipulate these women who have lost their guts. In this city, there are also a large number of women, who can run, scream, and cry. It's like a rabbit on the prairie, why don't you go to them, so that you can look like a man. Just like my son, go hunt your own prey, don't just eat it here. ”

The soldiers silently put on their pants, and the indulgence approved by the commander always made people more cheerful, and no one would object to this proposal.

A soldier ran in from the outside: "Popov? Servevich (first and last name, Mairekhov is the last name) Hello, Andrey? Andreevevich wants to see you. Right now, it's at the door. ”

For this young nobleman, Merekhov is no stranger, in Tiele there are too many such nobles, they are in high positions at a young age, their eyes are above the top, and there is no one in their eyes. Unless they have really been sharpened on the battlefield, they will not look up to anyone.

Andrei's ancestor is the man who defeated the invincible Bonaparte the Great across Europe, and as his descendant, André is indeed worthy of being more proud than others. The Cossack could not be an enemy of the nobility of the empire, and even if he was on the same level as Andrei, it was necessary to maintain respect for him.

He nodded, "Let him in, I'll talk to him." As for you pigs, now continue your business, and today's hunt has been cancelled. ”

The place where the two met was in the Qiwang Tower, which was originally dedicated to the tablet of the Holy Master, but now, this tablet has long been lost to the unknown, and the entire building has become a special office for Merekhov. Here, he has his own booty, a newly captured noblewoman.

This woman was about twenty years old, and her skin was very white, and it was obvious that she was a woman from a famous family, with smooth skin and no traces of labor. Since he violated him, he didn't speak, just stayed there silently, like a sculpture. Even if he punched the woman out of her form, he couldn't hear her screams. If it weren't for the fact that no new additions had arrived, he would have cut off her head long ago.

Andrei looked at the woman, smiled, and took out his own gift. A bottle of spirits, some sweets, for a Cossack regimental commander, this is already a high specification.

"Merekhov, I look at you, you still don't look very good, and it seems that you still can't get out of the mood of Petro's death. To be honest, I can understand this feeling, but there is no point in you losing your temper here or messing with these women. What we should do is to avenge Petro. ”

"Andrey? Thank you for your concern, Your Excellency Andreevevich, but I don't quite understand what you mean. ”

Andrei took out the map, spread it out on the table, and pointed with his finger, "According to the intelligence, the Jin soldiers are now converging in this direction, which shows that it is where their queen mother and emperor are located." These troops are there to escort them. Petro's murderer must have been there. We rushed forward, killed all the soldiers, and captured their queen mother. Isn't it very easy to force her to hand over the person, and then you will do it and dig out his heart? I don't think it's the first time you've done it. ”

There was no expression on Merekhov's face, and he said coldly: "His Majesty the Emperor did not give us the order to pursue. ”

"That's not a problem, Your Majesty didn't give an armistice order, did you?" Andrei smiled and toasted with Merekhov.

"Since it was the Empress Dowager of the Jin State who provoked the war with the emperor, it is up to us, not them, when the war will end. St. Petersburg wants to end the fighting quickly, a bunch of cowards, traitors, want to make peace with the Kim state. They want to get out of the gates, but they forget that the only way to gain territory is through war. Fire and sword built the map of the empire, and the quill and parchment were only an afterthought. If we catch their queen mother and emperor, we can get everything we want, which is much more useful than negotiating with Zhang Shaoquan, an old fox. ”

"So what do you want us Cossacks to do? Andre? Lord Andreevevich, we can't move large forces without orders. ”

Merekhov was unmoved, his eyes were still cold, and he did not lose his judgment because of hatred. He could see that if he wanted to pursue the Queen Mother, he had to attack the pass of the Jin Kingdom, where there were mountain roads, which were not conducive to cavalry attacks. The Cossacks should not be cannon fodder, that would be too stupid.

Andrei smiled, "Come on, old Merekhov, don't pretend to be a devout believer, no matter how much you pray, you won't be a saint." Disciplined Cossacks? This joke must have been very popular in St. Petersburg. I know what you are worried about, not you Cossacks acting alone, my three regiments of the Guards Cavalry, as well as an infantry battalion, will be dispatched. We can help with clearing obstacles, but on the plains, to deal with those convoys, you Cossacks are needed. Also, I need some horses, and those infantry are too slow if they march on foot. We must hurry, and we must seize the Queen Mother and the Emperor before the herald gives the order to stop the advance. ”

"The Third Regiment of the Guards Cavalry, including your Lancer Company and the accompanying artillery?"

"Of course, everybody, will go. And weapons and ammunition, I will replenish them enough, you know, I have my relations in St. Petersburg, and the quartermaster will not refuse my request. ”

"Then add one of our Cossack artillery batteries. Old Ivan's artillery company was stationed not far from here, and if you went to him, he would definitely obey orders. Those under him are the best gunners. ”

Andrei smiled and drank the wine in the glass, "You old donkey, you really stuck on my bottom line, okay, call that artillery company, it's just their spoils, and they have to be deducted from your share." ”

Merekhov stood up, grabbed the golden lady by the hair, and dragged her outside. The Cossack cavalry had already begun to feast on their prey, and under the statues of the emperors of the Jin Kingdom, they were encroaching on their female descendants.

Merekhov threw the woman forward, "Pigs, now you have one more prey, feast on them before dark." Then he went to prepare my horses, my carts, my dry rations, and told the priest to bless everyone, Cossack boys, and we were going hunting. Bring extra pockets for each of you, or you will cry for three days and three nights because you don't have enough room for your treasures. ”

Bursts of cheers rang out, and the cavalrymen, who had been soldiers for generations and had been fighting for pleasure, smelled blood and death again, and they became excited and crazy, so that the feast became more and more absurd and unconscionable.

Popov drew a cross on his chest, fumbled with the icon hanging on his chest, muttering "God forbid." Then he went to pack up his snow green horse and weapons, his own revenge, he always had to avenge himself, he would cut off the heads of the emperor and the queen mother of the Jin country. As for the anger of St. Petersburg, how Andrei will deal with the aftermath, who cares? (To be continued.) )