A soldier must have backbone, so Liu Jintang is willing to walk to Moscow with a pair of iron feet.

But the commander cannot be angry with nature.

Zhu Fugui knows very well that the "Winter Fury" that buried the copies of the five permanent ones of Napoleon and Hitler is not so easy, and there is no need to go to the enemy stud in that kind of ghost place unless it is absolutely necessary.

After the telegram with the front-line mission, another three days of negotiations were given.

Nikolanavich, who knew that "the advantage is in me", did not give in so easily this time,

The Russians bit to death, the natural border between the Eastern Roman Empire and the Ming Empire is the Ural Mountains, the east of the Ural Mountains belongs to the Ming Dynasty, and the west of the Ural Mountains belongs to Rome.

For such a request......

In fact, if there was no plan that was almost negotiated before, Zhu Fugui would have been completely acceptable.

But now it's too uncomfortable to come back and forth like this.

Just like trading stocks, the most painful thing is never to lose money, but to go short.

Ignorance is happiness.

It is a great misfortune to know that the meat that could have been eaten in your mouth is just gone.

What to say now, Zhu Fugui can't accept his original psychological bottom line.

In order to re-defeat Maozi's psychological defense, Zhu Fugui formulated two sets of plans......

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On the ninth day of the negotiations, the interior of the Gloria Hotel was in a private room.

Bottles of vodka and Da Mingchun have been scattered all over the place.

Xia Zhixin had already fallen under the sofa unconscious.

Zhao Xizhu and Liu Jintang held the wine glasses, as if they weighed a thousand catties.

They looked at Grand Duke Nikolanavich with red eyes, and the latter poured a small cup of Da Ming Chun into it.

"Yes, yes, brother, your wine is really good!"

Nikolanavich was obviously already drunk, and he hugged Liu Jintang and said, "Liu, when it comes to fighting, we Russians can't do it, and we can't talk about drinking...... Hey hey ......"

Liu Jintang looked up at the sky, and tears of disappointing the great trust of the Long Live Lord swirled in his eyes.

What you can't get at the negotiating table, you can't get at the wine table.

"No, the emperor's grace is mighty, our Chu army will never admit defeat!"

Suddenly, Liu Jintang's eyes turned red, and he raised his wine glass again, and he was about to pour the wine down his throat.

Fortunately, Zhao Xizhu was still sane, and hurriedly stopped him: "You are crazy, have you forgotten the entrustment of the Long Live Lord?" Do what you can, tattered A can't do it, and tattered B! ”

"But I ......"

Liu Jintang wanted to say something, but he only felt that his eyes were getting more and more blurry, his head was getting heavier and heavier, and finally he fell on the table with a pop......

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Later generations often said that the wine table culture is a traditional Chinese bad habit.

That's certainly right.

Zhu Fugui also doesn't like talking about things and feelings at the wine table.

But from the perspective of being worse than bad, the wine table culture is definitely not unique to China.

The Russians know this.

The predecessors of New China had many masters of wine, and through their own alcohol, they made significant contributions to the beginning of the country's industrialization at the negotiating table with the Soviets.

It's a pity that Zhu Fugui didn't think of this trick before, and he didn't arrange for talented people with a lot of alcohol to participate in the negotiation with the team, which led to the final Ming negotiation team being brought by Grand Duke Nikolanavich to fight Lu Bu in three English.

Of course, Brother Xia Zhixin is a make-up number, the kind that is more bastard than Liu Bei and Liu Xuande.

One or two vods to the stomach, and he will be directly rotten.

Fortunately, Zhao Xizhu and Liu Jintang are both young people with excellent physical fitness, and they finally overturned Mao Zida.

Zhu Fugui took special care of them to do what they could, because there were really accidents in history.

That was when the third brother bought a nuclear submarine from Maozi, I don't know what their brain circuits think, and sent a few pious Hindus who usually don't drink alcohol to negotiate.

As a result, in order to bargain, they went to the Russians to fight for alcohol, and directly became alcoholic, and some of them were martyred on the spot.

Of course, being so troubled by the third brother, the bargaining must have been cut.

Maozi is also afraid of flutes.

But that's also.

Zhu Fugui can't do such an outrageous thing, his own body is the first.

After drinking with Maozi's representatives, the benefits are still obvious.

In the afternoon of the next day, the two sides continued to negotiate with residual energy, and the atmosphere between them was very good.

Even as soon as they met, Grand Duke Nikolanavich enthusiastically said: "My friends, if you have the opportunity to go to Moscow, I invite you to eat real vodka made with a large leba!" ”

After blowing a lot of bulls to each other, Zhao Xizhu took out His Majesty Zhu Fugui's real killer weapon, that is, tattered B......

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"What? Do you mean that you want to build a railway through Siberia from the port of Tientsin, to Moscow, St. Petersburg, and Constantinople? ”

Nikolanavich was speechless in shock when he heard the plan given by the Ming side.

"Yes, our Majesty will call it the Simberia Railway, or the first land bridge of Minluo, the New Silk Road, which will span 8 time zones and is expected to be more than 10,000 kilometers in length!" Zhao Xizhu unfolded the world map and sketched out the route in pencil.

Xia Zhixin also added: "In fact, this is one of the wonders of our Ministry of Industry's package, with a project budget of about 100 million yuan, equivalent to 1.5 billion rubles. ”

"1.5 billion rubles!"

Nikolanavich almost bit his tongue and said the number.

Before the pound collapsed, 1.5 billion rubles was worth about 400 million pounds.

The UK government's fiscal revenue (not GDP, fiscal revenue) is less than 100 million pounds a year.

Tsarist Russia, which is poor and imperialist, has a fiscal income of less than 100 million rubles a year!

And almost half of it is the income from the vodka monopoly!

And yet, you tell me that it costs 1.5 billion rubles to build such a railway?

That's the money you can only make by selling vodka for 30 years!

However, after experiencing the initial shock and slowly calming down, Nikolanavich began to consider how much benefit Russia would gain as the new Eastern Roman Empire if this so-called "New Silk Road" could really be opened.

After all, whether it is Dongluo, Persia, or Arabia in history, didn't they all rely on the Silk Road to make a lot of money?

That is, with the advent of the Age of Discovery, the land trade lost its advantage, and the Ottomans, a large country across Europe and Asia, became increasingly poor.

Otherwise, why should those so-called flower children in Western Europe compete with the monarchs of the East?

If there really is a railway on Eurasia...... So can the land trade, which seemed to be declining in the era of sea power, be resurrected?

Even if the land transportation from Western Europe to the Ming Kingdom is still not comparable to the sea transportation, at least, Russia, ah no, our Eastern Roman Empire itself, through this railway, can be closely combined with the Ming trade network, bringing huge benefits......

Ming ......

That's a market of more than 500 million people!

As long as 1% of them like to drink vodka......

Not to mention, by rail, Moscow will no longer have to look at the faces of Britain and France, and can buy everything you want, whether it is the cars of the Ming Kingdom or the luxury goods of Han Yun, it will once again become the favorite of the Roman princes and noblewomen.

Everything is as it was 2,000 years ago.

"My friends ......"

After a long silence, Nikolanavich raised his head, looked at the Ming delegation, and asked word by word, "So...... At what cost? ”