Petropavlovsk, a port city in the Russian Far East, is well-built with neat houses and boulevards, with a stage high in the trees and lanterns. In the middle of the street church hangs a transparent painting, with the initials of Tsar II written in the upper flower font, crowned with a crown, and attached to a flying eagle, with a poem at the bottom of the painting:

Ulla! Nikolai, King Meiming, your eagle soars freely above the clouds.

Mongolia, don't open your mouth!

China, don't argue!

For Russia, Yanjing is not far away.

In the church, a dignified man in his fifties dressed in military uniform, solemnly prayed silently, and when he opened his eyes, his dark brown eyes were like sharp swords, and people did not dare to look at them.

He is the Russian Governor of Eastern Siberia, Muravyov, all military operations in China are planned and commanded by him, on the one hand, he is carrying out a colonial plan to encroach on the north bank of the Heilongjiang River, and on the other hand, he commands the Pacific Fleet to play hide and seek with the British and French fleets, in the Pacific Ocean, the comparison between the Russian naval power and the British and French fleets can be said to have no sense of existence, but Muravyov can play the British and French fleets around, and even lure the British and French marines to land on the Kamchatka Peninsula, setting up an ambush circle and nearly 1,000 British and French troops were severely damaged. As a result, most of the British and French troops suffered casualties and had to retreat to San Francisco to rest.

In this era, he is a famous general, and he is a national hero in the eyes of the Russians, and he almost ignores the presence of Britain and France in Asia, but in this time, his smile seems to be less and less.

The officer sitting on the bench next to him saw him open his eyes, hurriedly leaned sideways, and said in a low voice: "There is news, the commander of the Heilongjiang Theater of Operations in China is called Jing Xiang, twenty-one years old, the son of a prince of the Manchurian imperial family. ”

Muravyov's eyes froze, "Twenty-one years old? Are you sure? ”

"Sure!" The officer nodded affirmatively, and then saw the Governor close his eyes slightly, and muttered, "Jingxiang, Jingxiang......"

The officer stood up, slowly retreated, and before leaving the church, he looked back at the transparent painting of the crowned eagle hanging high, and in the church of the town of Shilka River, there was also such a painting, the same poem, but it was burned by a Chinese expeditionary force, not only the church, but the entire town, including the shipyard, was completely destroyed, and nearly a thousand soldiers and civilians were slaughtered.

It was the first time since the start of the Doge's plan to conquer the Far East that it had been dealt a heavy blow, the first time that the magnates of St. Petersburg had written to the Doge in a reproachful tone, and for the first time the fanatical emigrants were aware of the dangers of going to the East. Originally, when the spring flood had passed, the Governor was ready to mobilize hundreds of immigrants to take cattle, sheep, and agricultural tools down the Shilka River to occupy Yaxa, but now, this plan had to be reconsidered.

Yaksa is so close to the Chinese that civilians migrate to Yaksa, and personal safety is not guaranteed at all.

Your Excellency the Governor, you've really met an opponent! Not British, not French, but a Chinese who has just turned twenty.

The officer shook his head helplessly and walked out into the night.

…… In the south study room of Qianqing Palace, the desk of rosewood is very large, the desktop is inlaid with gold and jade, and there are rows of bookshelves in the room, and the shelves are full of books, and I don't know that there are tens of thousands of volumes.

Xianfeng, whose face was pale, covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed softly, with a hint of flushing on his face, but there was a rare look in his eyes, "Jingxiang is really my lucky star, so I have a joy and a joy." ”

The young man sitting on the round bench is handsome and elegant, he is really a sword eyebrow and starry eyes, his face is like a crown of jade, he is wearing four brocade coats, feet on green satin soap boots, his spirit is indescribable, it is the six princes.

"What the emperor said is that Jing Xiang was hanging in Beijing, but he didn't expect to be earth-shattering when he went out. Unexpected, it's really unexpected. Yi said with a smile.

Xianfeng nodded approvingly, "Yes." The smile suddenly faded, and he looked at Yi: "Sixth, do you have something to say?" ”

Yi smiled and said: "The emperor Shengming, he has his own thoughts. ”

Xianfeng's brows gradually frowned, and he slowly picked up the teacup and tasted the tea.

…… Tianjing Jingwang Palace.

In the hall, there is a mahogany marble round table, several jade round drum stools, all kinds of rare antiques captured on the elevated coffee table at the four corners, and an image of Brother Jesus is hung on the wall.

A short, thin, sparse bearded man in brocade clothes twisted his body and twitched like a pendulum, his eyes closed, his hands exaggerated as if playing a harp, and the words in his mouth: "The Father says, 'The evil dragon of the north, will cut off his head, will cut off his head, will cut off his head!" The slim-eyed man's voice grew higher and higher, and foaming at the mouth gradually appeared.

Sitting at the bottom was a man in a golden dragon robe, watching the performance of the man in brocade with an expressionless face, with a trace of disdain at the corner of his mouth, and a faint trace of fear.

…… Ye Zhao didn't know the chain reaction caused by a big victory that had not been seen in more than a hundred years, and seeing that Heilongjiang was about to thaw, he was worried about how to deal with the retaliation of the Rakshasa people's fleet of ships.

In the past two months, the artillery battalion and the regimental training have clashed with the Rakshasas 100 times, but the more they fight, the more confident they become, and there are even 200 people from the two outposts of the Zhenwu Battalion who have defeated 4 or 500 Rakshasas.

In fact, in addition to the most elite troops, the Rakshasas are equipped with swords and spears, not to mention that most of the so-called tens of thousands of soldiers in Eastern Siberia are Cossack thugs and hooligans. In terms of the sophistication of weapons, without the help of gunboats, the Rakshasa people are really far inferior to the third battalion of the divine artillery, not to mention that Ye Zhao turned around and replaced some concepts such as communication and logistics in later generations with the local methods available now, which really made the combat power of the third battalion of the divine artillery to a higher level. When the new army and the regiment gradually got rid of their fears, they fought a few battles, but they felt more and more that the Rakshasa people were not enough.

However, Ye Zhao knew that Russia's national strength was strong, and if it really ended the Crimean war and went all out to expand eastward, the new army outside the border would be afraid that they would not be able to resist it, and now after the spring flood in Heilongjiang, the gunboats of Rakshasa will sail in, which will be a real headache.

How do you come up with a solution?

Wrapped in mink fur, Ye Zhao paced in the courtyard, although it was March 1855 according to the Gregorian calendar, it was still very cold in this extreme north.

There is a faint green in the corner of the wing room, and I don't know if it is moss or tenacious grass.

Ye Zhao suddenly remembered Rong'er, Rong'er had written many letters to herself, every time she saw her beautiful handwriting, her heart warmed, this little girl always pursues perfection, but one day she will tell her that a child must always look like a child.

There are family letters from Rong'er and Prince Fujin, and the affairs in the capital are known clearly, and the first major event is naturally that Concubine Yi gave birth to a dragon son and was promoted to Concubine Yi. Prince, Ye Zhao sighed softly when he saw the letter just now, this woman's fate is really not easy to change.

The second major event is that his uncle Su Shun promoted the imperial history of the left capital and the Shangshu of the Liyuan Academy, which is equivalent to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and deals with various state affairs, but now Britain, France, the United States and other countries are strong, and most of the negotiations with them are the ministers of trade and commerce.

The third major event, Ye Mingchen, was transferred to the governor of Zhili, and he was a scholar of Renge University, and his holy family was not an ordinary Long. Ye Mingchen and Ye Zhao exchanged letters from time to time, after the battle of the Shilka River, Ye Mingchen praised Ye Zhao even more with a thousand-character text, Ye Zhao, the eldest young master, rarely blushed, but he still felt that Ye Mingchen's praise for himself was a little too much.

Originally, I heard that Emperor Xianfeng was going to use the prince, but this is the father and the son, but I don't know why, and then there was no news, and the prince was still an idle king in the capital. Although he didn't know the clues, Ye Zhao was secretly vigilant, and he was like a tiger, and everything needed to be careful.

Pacing, pondering these things outside the capital in Beijing, I was distracted, but I heard the sound of footsteps, and a person walked in from the moon gate, with a tiger on his back, with a long scar on his face, and his face was hideous, it was Liu Quxiang, the leader of the Zhenwei camp, this is a ruthless character, who exterminated and searched for the disciples of Guangdong Hongmen when he was in the green camp, and slaughtered thousands of people in the congregation of heaven and earth, but it can be said that his hands were stained with the blood of Guangdong Hongmen.

"Humble position, see Lord Toto!" Liu Quxiang respectfully threw his sleeves and hit a thousand.

cut off Zhao Jingzhong's head, and fought through the Shilka River, coupled with Ye Zhao's genius in military dispatch tactics and so on, he gradually established absolute authority in the new army and regimental training.

Liu Quxiang was very convinced of Ye Zhao, not because Ye Zhao took him to be the commander of a battalion, but he really felt that this young man was a strange person, and the whimsical ideas such as military orders and logistics support were simply incredible, and they could be more appreciated when they were used. As for the tactics against the Rakshasas, it goes without saying, I'm afraid that Zhuge will be reincarnated. Grand strategists are naturally different, how can they be viewed from the eyes of ordinary people? Lord Dutong is young and talented, high-spirited, and has the surname of the young master, but he is amiable and respectable, otherwise, who dares to say a word in front of him?

After Ye Zhao signaled Liu Quxiang to get up, Liu Quxiang said cautiously: "Lord Dutong, I just got the news from my humble position, and some Dahur people seem to have seen Han Shoubei. ”

Ye Zhao was stunned, "Brother Han? "It's been almost half a year since he had an accident, if he hadn't been killed, where would he be? Why hasn't it been there? But Ye Zhao knew that since Liu Quxiang came to say, he must be very sure, otherwise wouldn't he be uncomfortable with himself?

Sure enough, Liu Quxiang said: "My subordinates have already sent people, and it is estimated that there will be a quasi-letter in three or two days." ”

Ye Zhao nodded silently, but his heart was very comfortable, but he didn't want Brother Han to be alive, this, this is really an unexpected joy!

"However, I heard that Han Shoubei seems to be missing a leg." Liu Quxiang hesitated, but still said it.

Ye Zhao was stunned, for a heroic man like Han Jinchun, who galloped with thousands of troops, missing a leg, wouldn't it be more uncomfortable than asking for his life?

I can't complain that he doesn't want to come back.

(To be continued)