Peter's unexpected death did plunge Russia into chaos, and the struggle for power and profit does not distinguish whether it is a national disaster or not, in fact, the more national disaster is the head, the more fierce the battle. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Anna succeeded to the throne.

She has the support of the Privy Council, and Duke Golovkin, the head of the civil affairs left by Peter, is her main supporter, so after Peter's death, she successfully inherited the Tsar's throne, but Golovkin is the leader of the Russian lord and faction, and they are supported by the vast majority of civil officials and senior generals in the army, after all, it can be seen from the examples of Greece and Bulgaria that if their kind of people surrender to Yang Feng, they may be able to get a fief and become the emperor of the soil, as for Anna herself, she doesn't care, anyway, resistance is death, After the surrender, she kept the territory of the Grand Duchy of Moscow, and she could still be merry.

Well, this woman is coquettish.

Which Russian woman is not coquettish?

So at this time, they tended to accept Yang Feng's conditions, keep the territory of the Grand Duchy of Moscow and become a subject state of the Ming Dynasty, and then everyone honestly gave Yang Feng as a submissive citizen, demolished the church and burned the Bible, everyone worked hard to learn Chinese and prayed to Yang Feng after holding the holy oracle, anyway, that's it, he is a devil or a god, as long as we can live the rest of our lives comfortably, then we will admit it, who to pray to is not a prayer? As for the country, the nation or something......

Forget about that!

This is a very normal choice, in fact, it was Golovkin and these people who encouraged Peter to sue for peace, but Yang Feng's offer was too low, and Peter's arrogance was really unacceptable, but these ministers didn't care about this, anyway, even if the tsar got more territory, it was impossible to give it to them, but surrender Yang Feng and behave better, this eastern god emperor or demon lord could be divided among them, so they didn't care about surrendering, but Peter was in the middle, and now that Peter is dead, there is no roadblock for them, As long as Anna can ensure that she is not short of someone in her bed, she will not care about anything else, so a traitorous alliance was quietly reached within Russia.

But then the church stopped doing it.

These guys can surrender, but how can they surrender? They surrendered and had only a dead end, and the Ming army never showed mercy in killing them.

So the Patriarch of Moscow put aside the old grudge between him and Peter, and instead sided with the daughter of the Antichrist, supporting Elizabeth to seize the throne that should have belonged to her, and continue the war against the Eastern Devil in order to defend the dignity, faith and honor of the Russian Empire. Elizabeth, at the instigation of her sister another Anna, also saw her chance to ascend to the throne in this situation, because her biological mother Catherine I was from a humble background, so she was very unliked by the Privy Council, and she was also very humiliated over the years, and she hit it off with the church.

Of course, it was mainly my sister who instigated it.

The other Anna was married to a small German monarch, and the length of the Russian resistance represented the length of their family's good life, and once Russia surrendered to Yang Feng, the family would cry.

And so the opposition was formed.

And there is only one way to solve this opposition.

War.

Under the manipulation of the church behind the scenes, Elizabeth staged a coup d'état, and then led her supporters to attack the Kremlin, and her cousin's army started a big melee in Moscow, and some of the Teutonic knights who fled back in the Central Asian theater and were still in Russia for the time being also participated in the battle, but their strength was still too weak after all, and they were soon beaten by the army mobilized by the Privy Council, but at this time the church finally started, although the church did not have its own army, but the church had fanatics, a large number of fanatical reinforcements, Regroup Elizabeth's coup army.

The end result is that the traitors have not God.

When the fighting between the two sides was at its most fierce on Red Square, the Patriarch of Moscow personally appeared on the battlefield with a cross held high, led a large number of clergy to read the Bible, and exposed the traitorous conspiracy of Anna and the Privy Council, those gray cattle who only obeyed the orders of the commander finally obeyed God's call and resolutely turned against each other to attack the Kremlin, and then the Russian Tsaress Anna, who had been in office for less than half a month, had to embark on a long escape with her supporters.

"Find her!"

Yang Feng said without hesitation: "Then bring her to me." ”

Of course, he didn't have any special interest in Anna, this woman was in her thirties, and she was notoriously cold in Moscow, which could be called a bus, but it was very appropriate for her to lead the Russian people to abandon the darkness and turn to the light and naturalize the Ming Empire. After all, she is also the Russian tsar who legitimately succeeded to the throne, bring her here, let her sign a treaty to join the Ming Dynasty, and then give her the Grand Duchy of Moscow, or increase the territory a little more to show tolerance, after all, 6,000 square kilometers is really small, and it is almost enough to increase it to 10,000, and then give them the original fiefs of Golovkin and others who fled with her, and directly give them the foreign vassals, so that they can change from landlords to monarchs. The rest of the Russian land continues to be a mixture of the direct territory of the empire, the direct territory of the royal family and the princess fiefdom, first cut into hundreds of copies, and then destroy all the historical records of Russia, and re-compile a history for their descendants to learn, just like the history of the Ming Dynasty compiled by the Tartars, so that there will never be Russia again, and in a few hundred years, they will only believe in the history of the Ming Dynasty.

In fact, Yang Feng has a special history writing team, responsible for fabricating the history of all subject countries, such as Goryeo Annan, these are better, the farther away from the Ming Dynasty, the more free to play, for example, to Egypt and Syria, these places are completely writing novels, anyway, all the original historical records in these places are destroyed, and these novels are their history hundreds of years later.

"Honor!"

Lu You, the commander of the Jinyi Guard Intelligence Division, said.

As for how he found Anna and brought her here, this Yang Feng was not interested, although the difficulty of this work was indeed very high, but he still believed in the ability of his subordinates.

"Your Majesty, please look!"

After Lu You retreated, He Feng, who had been waiting for a long time, hurriedly walked to him with a stack of photos.

"What is this?"

Yang Feng picked up a black and white photo and said.

The photo shows the Russian defense line, in a stretch, like the surface of the moon full of large and small craters of the wasteland, in the trenches that have been bombarded beyond recognition, you can see Russians lying on the ground everywhere, rarely you can see standing, most of them are either lying or lying on their stomachs, not even sitting, in one of the places, there are a bunch of dead bodies piled up like firewood, and a few of these dead corpses keep crawling out, but the soldiers standing next to them pour kerosene up as if they didn't see it, Another soldier was holding a torch and was leaning over the dead body.

"Your Majesty, this is the latest photo taken by a reconnaissance plane."

He Feng said.

You can see that he is also very excited.

The pile of corpses on this photo must be at least hundred, and this is only one of them, in the entire Russian defense line, there must be countless such crematoriums, and Yang Feng has seen the same photo before, but at that time it was usually dozens, that is to say, the number of plague deaths in the Russian army is multiplying, this is not surprising, in fact, this is quite light, at this time under the medical level of Europe, in the event of a large-scale plague, it is common for all people in a place to die, otherwise it would not have been killed by tens of millions of plagues alone.

"How are our soldiers doing?"

Yang Feng asked.

"Your Majesty, the vast majority of them are able to go directly into battle."

He Feng said.

"Then let's do it, try to make the soldiers wear gas masks, and don't forget to disinfect them after the battle, so that you don't have to turn around after these Russians and your own people will fall."

Yang Feng said.

"Honorable."

He Feng hurriedly said.

Soon the order for a general offensive was issued, and in the four directions of Tsaritsyn, the positions of the two Ming armies fired 10,000 artillery at once, and after besieging Tsaritsyn for four full months, the Ming army's offensive on all fronts finally began.

By this time in the trenches opposite them, Colonel Bourturin had no strength to stand up, he had contracted typhoid fever, and was lying in a muddy and rancid bunker, shivering with his last breath, fantasizing about life in Moscow in a high fever. Coming from an aristocratic family, he spent most of his life there, and before his eyes was the glorious St. Basil's Cathedral in the snow, the beautiful maidens dancing at the aristocratic ball, the green grass on the banks of the Moscow River in the spring, and he seemed to see a beautiful lady beckoning to him on the grass.

The face was a little hazy.

The laughter was so ethereal.

Rumble!

An earth-shattering loud bang pulled him back to reality, and the glamorous lady in front of him was gone, only half of the dark fort and half of the dead body that had been blown away, and was staring at him with dead eyes, Colonel Bourturin subconsciously struggled for a moment, and then rolled off his precious wooden bed, and fell directly into the mud, he still wanted to struggle to get up, but his weak body could not support him to complete this action, and he fell into the mud again.

This time he didn't have the strength to move anymore.

He lay on his back in the mud mixed with blood and water, staring blankly at the sky above him, the sound of huge explosions kept ringing around him, the ground under him kept trembling all the time, but his body no longer trembled, in addition to the explosions, there were also the terrified shouts of the soldiers, the sound of their rifles firing, and the occasional sound of the remaining cannons firing, but these were so weak compared to the explosions that seemed to engulf the whole world.

In four months, only 200,000 of the 500,000 army remained, of which less than 100,000 died from Ming artillery fire and air raids, and the rest died of the plague.

If it weren't for the fact that the Ming army had already surrounded the city, they would have given up their duties and fled, but the 200,000 Ming troops around Tsaritsyn were besieged, and the swamps of the Volga and Don rivers were blocked, even if they wanted to, they couldn't run, and in the end they could only wait for the final rot in this mud like those dead corpses.

But he could only lie down.

He didn't even have the strength to stand up, let alone take up arms and fight.

Suddenly, in the smoke above his head, a familiar red figure appeared, it was a little devil, he still didn't know what this thing was called, but for him and the Russian soldiers, this was the little devil sent by the Eastern Demon King, and then he saw the little devil front of the fire shining, with tracer bullets instantly ploughed the ground, approaching him at a very fast speed, he smiled bitterly and closed his eyes, but the expected blow did not appear, he opened his eyes in confusion, but found that the little devil was leaving, He had a bullet hit on his left and right, and he was lucky enough to be right in the middle of the two.

He couldn't help but smile wryly again.

At the same time, a strange roar swept by, and then the ground in front of him erupted into the sky like a volcanic eruption, and the sun was instantly obscured by the earth, and in the earth-shattering explosion, the impact of the air wave swept over his face with dirt and shrapnel, but miraculously he was once again unscathed.

"This, this is really inexplicable!"

He muttered wordlessly.

At the same time, he moved his head, letting the dirt fall from his face.

But at this time, countless shouts and killings surged, and at the same time, the sound of stormy shooting also flooded his world, a small black shadow suddenly appeared in his field of vision, and then fell not far from him, it was a smoking black iron lump, he had seen this thing for a long time, of course he knew that this was a Ming army grenade, he looked at it with interest, and suddenly the fire flashed, and countless dirt flew over in the explosion.

But he was unscathed.

Lying flat on the ground, almost half of his body was in the mud, it was indeed difficult for him to be injured by such an explosion, but just as the smoke of the explosion dissipated, a soldier in a red military uniform appeared, but this soldier could not see clearly, because he had a strange thing on his face, a long pig's nose-like thing, and two pieces of glass on it, and eyes could be seen behind the glass. He was holding a rifle with a bayonet on it, and was pulling a handle-like object on the gun, and just as he was pulling, a brass vial fell out, and then he pushed the handle-like thing again, and then pulled the trigger, and the machine gun rang out immediately.

"What a good gun!"

Colonel Bourturin muttered.

But the soldier didn't bother to look at him, and rushed straight through the trench.

In the blink of an eye, a second soldier rushed in, and happened to be staring at him, and it was obvious that he had startled the soldier, but the latter quickly came to his senses, and then came over with his rifle in hand, and shouted something behind the pig's nose, and then without hesitation stabbed the bayonet into his chest, and at the moment when he drew the bayonet, Colonel Bourturin saw the blood spurting from his chest, he muttered with a wry smile, and then his consciousness began to blur, and his eyes closed heavily.

His world was dark.