The Revolt of the Three Feudatories: All-in at the start in Beijing

Upon hearing this, Liu Dingbian frowned immediately.

The highest-ranking general of the Imperial Guard was ostensibly Liu Xin, but in reality, he was trained by Liu Dingbian, who also followed the emperor in his campaigns.

To attack the Imperial Guards is to attack them, isn't it?

Thinking of this, Liu Dingbian slowly drew his saber.

"You mean, you were the one who just beat up the Imperial Guard?"

Anyone familiar with Liu Dingbian would know that when he makes that expression, it means he's about to kill someone.

But the Russian general wasn't afraid at all, because no country would kill a foreign envoy because of its soldiers; it would be a very bad deal.

"That's right, it was me who hit..."

puff--

Before the Russian general could finish speaking, Liu Dingbian's sword had already fallen, and an unbelievable head landed at the feet of his warhorse.

The black dragon horse kicked with its front hoof.

The severed heads fell one after another at Vladimir's feet.

Liu Dingbian did this naturally because he followed Liu Mu's lead. He dared to kill those whom Liu Mu disliked, and he respected those whom Liu Mu respected!

Liu Dingbian took out a piece of white sable fur from his belt, wiped the blood off the precious sword, and sheathed it before looking down at Vladimir.

"May I now go in and see His Majesty the Emperor?"

They're all lunatics!

Vladimir cursed inwardly upon hearing this, but his steps were swift, and he quickly led his men into the military camp.

Liu Mu had already changed into golden armor and was sitting on a dragon throne carved from a single piece of golden nanmu wood, on which was carved a five-clawed golden dragon.

This thing was found in Manila, probably by the Spanish who got it from the indigenous people.

After all, there are no ancient trees like these in China today, otherwise Zhu Di would have destroyed them all!

As for why he wanted to build a dragon throne, it was mainly because Liu Mu felt he was still young and didn't need to prepare a coffin. He believed that building a dragon throne to pass on the legacy was the only right thing to do.

Immediately following them were ten thousand cavalrymen, clad in khaki cloth armor and wielding curved sabers, who charged from one training ground to the next.

The scarecrows along the road were all cut in half.

Even if Vladimir knew nothing about military affairs, he knew that these 10,000 cavalrymen were far superior to his noble cavalry in terms of both horsemanship and warhorses.

Vladimir became increasingly cautious, even choosing to temporarily forget about the fact that Liu Dingbian had killed his deputy envoy.

When he arrived at the foot of the platform and looked up at Liu Mu, he seemed to feel as if he were seeing God, especially with the dragon throne as a backdrop. He quickly shook his head.

"Vladimir, the envoy of His Majesty the Russian Empire!"

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Emperor of the Great Han!"

Because of Liu Dingbian's recent killing, Vladimir dared not stand to pay his respects, but instead chose to kneel on one knee, just as he would when meeting the Tsar.

However, it did not lie close to the ground.

This can be considered a final act of loyalty to the Tsar.

Liu Mu didn't know why the Russian envoy would kneel before him, but he was very happy. After all, it was better for these Europeans to kneel voluntarily than to be forced to kneel.

"Tell me about it!"

"What have you Tsars sent you to say?"

Seeing that Liu Mu was not angry, Vladimir breathed a sigh of relief and immediately took out a gift list.

"Your Majesty the Emperor of the Great Han Dynasty, and I, Your Majesty the Tsar, having received the news of the newly established Great Han Kingdom in the East, wish to forge an everlasting alliance with the Great Han Kingdom."

"Special gifts: three chests of top-quality black and white fox fur, one hundred chests of warm fur, ten pieces of top-grade amber and beeswax, one hundred sets of armor and sabers, one hundred warhorses, ten noble ladies, one hundred maids, twenty musicians, three amber carvers, and one animal trainer!"

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After Vladimir finished reading, Zhao Fengnian immediately stepped forward to take it and then handed it to Liu Mu to look at, but Liu Mu waved his hand, indicating that he did not need it.

What are you looking at? There's nothing valuable here.

For the powerful man who now controls Heilongjiang, Jilin, and Shuofang, there's no fur he can't get.

And that noblewoman!

It's just a Russian girl, what's so interesting about her? I'll just hand her over to my generals later so they can get used to the exotic atmosphere and not cause any trouble later.

Thinking of this, Liu Mu lazily propped his head up with his hand and tilted his head to look at Vladimir.

"Don't say anything else!"

"Tell me first, what are your Tsar's intentions?"

"Or rather, what does he want?"

Liu Mu didn't know much about the detailed history of Tsarist Russia; he only knew that at this time, the future Peter the Great had just been born.

As for Peter the Great's sister, Sophia.

That is, the Tsarina who had a back-and-forth with Emperor Kangxi and finally signed the Treaty of Nerchinsk was only seventeen or eighteen years old at the time, still a young girl who only knew how to dress up.

In other words, Tsarist Russia was still a serf system and had not been fully Westernized. The people were also more likely to accept the rule of the Han Dynasty, which was the only chance to destroy it.

Otherwise, they would end up like Napoleon later on, an art student, being dragged into that vast swamp of territory.

After all, it's uncertain whether Tsarist Russia could even win.

But when it comes to ruining his opponents, he's first-rate!

……

Faced with Liu Mu's blunt words, Vladimir swallowed hard, took out a large letter of credence from his bag, half of which was already written in Russian.

"Your Majesty the Emperor of the Great Han Dynasty, our Tsar is willing to sign a treaty with your country, with the Altai Mountains and the Kazakh border as the boundary, from which our territories will be divided, and our two countries will not interfere with each other."

"After the treaty is signed, His Majesty the Tsar will recognize the rule of the Kazakhs outside the Great Han territory!"

As soon as Vladimir finished speaking, Zhou Peigong and the senior generals beside Liu Mu burst into laughter.

Even Li Guangdi, who was in charge of dividing up the gentry's land, was the first to spit out the cup of tea he had just drunk.

My great Han dynasty has conquered the land and distributed it all. Now you're coming to ask for territory? Isn't that ridiculous?

Liu Mu was also barely suppressing a laugh.

"There's no need to draw borders. Next year, or perhaps the year after, the iron cavalry of my Great Han will trample across your land!"

"I hope you can become a little stronger!"

They were the first to be informed that they were about to attack another country.

That's outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!

Upon hearing this, Vladimir was so angry that his beard bristled. He finally understood why the general on the black horse dared to kill the envoy; it was simply imitation.

Vladimir knew that there was no point in saying anything now, as the two sides were already locked in a life-or-death struggle, so he turned and left.

Seeing this, Liu Mu waved his hand.

"Andrei, go see your uncle off!"

Andrei, who had been chuckling to himself, perked up immediately upon hearing this. He was very interested in mocking them now, so he quickly saluted and chased after the delegation.

Vladimir had just stepped outside the camp.

Andrei then rode up on his horse.

It's the same condescending attitude.

"Uncle west, I'm not here to mock you, but to say that I will take back what I've lost with my own hands!"

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