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

Liu Mu nodded upon hearing this. This was indeed the best route, as there were Han ranches along the way.

However, the migration of 100,000 people is no small matter; even for the military, it would result in a high mortality rate.

Thinking of this, Liu Mu asked.

"Are the water and food supplies for the journey adequately prepared?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Jingting revealed his greedy expression.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty!"

"The Ministry of Revenue has already issued a document that all the extra cattle, sheep, grain, and hides in the tribes will be placed in advance at the post stations. As long as the gentry and merchants have money, they can buy a large number of livestock to take to their territories."

Upon hearing this, Liu Mu slapped his forehead speechlessly. Nowadays, the officials of the Han Dynasty have all become experts at making money, and they have even abandoned basic ethics in order to make money.

But this is also a good thing.

For a large empire, making money is key.

Only when the imperial court has money can it accomplish great things!

……

While the unprecedented westward migration was taking place in the Central Plains, thousands of miles away in Moscow, Russia, the Kremlin was filled with a deathly stillness.

Inside the magnificent, golden hall, Tsar Alexei I, who was nearly fifty years old, was looking angrily at Vladimir, who was kneeling on the ground.

"Did the Emperor of the Han Dynasty really say that? And that he won't sign a treaty or return my gifts?"

"Arrogant! Chief Jian is utterly lawless!"

"Sending troops to seize my land and even trying to invade my Moscow, that Han emperor is going too far."

Vladimir was also very unhappy with Liu Mu, especially after being ridiculed by his nephew. Upon hearing the Tsar's roar, he immediately began to exaggerate the situation.

"Your Majesty the Tsar, that Han emperor even said he would personally seize your crown and scepter, and let his son become the Tsar in this Kremlin!"

Seeing that the other nobles were unmoved, Vladimir plopped down on the ground and began to weep.

"Furthermore, his generals are all clamoring to seize the territory of Tsarist Russia and make all our nobles their slaves!"

Vladimir truly lived up to his reputation as a talent who, in just a few years, had elevated his family from a middle-class to an upper-class status. His words undoubtedly struck at the heart of the nobles present.

Anyone can be the Tsar.

However, our noble status cannot be shaken.

Boris, the Tsar's chief minister and head of the first family of Tsarist Russia, was nearly fifty years old but did not look old, and was almost 1.8 meters tall.

He stood up from his seat, glanced around at the nobles in the hall, and then looked at the Tsar.

"Your Majesty, I propose that we immediately negotiate peace with the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth and simultaneously cease hostilities with the Ottoman Empire and the Crimean Khanate!"

"Assemble the nation's most elite 20,000 archers and 30,000 noble cavalry, and march to Orenburg at the foot of the Ural Mountains and along the Caspian Sea, ready at any time to engage the arrogant Han Chinese in a decisive battle!"

After Boris finished speaking, he returned to his seat.

Yes, as the highest-ranking nobleman in Tsarist Russia, Boris was free to sit and did not have to kneel at all times.

After hearing Boris's words, the nobles all showed indifferent expressions. Now that it concerned themselves, they would only send out some cavalry to fight.

Only the Tsar kept his head down, his face looking very unwell.

The current Tsarist Russia is too weak. It has more than 300,000 troops, but the only ones that can really fight are the Tsar's first line of gunnery, which are all equipped with the latest matchlock guns, but there are only 50,000 of them, and they have to be stationed in various places.

When competing with other countries, they relied on nobles to gather cavalry and serfs. If they were to fight openly, they could not even defeat the neighboring Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth.

If 20,000 archers were to be mobilized, and they won, that would be fine. But if they lost or were wiped out in the first engagement, the Tsars' positions would be in jeopardy.

Seemingly sensing the Tsar's thoughts, Boris shook his head, stood up, and came to the Tsar's side.

"Your Majesty, the emperor of the Great Han Kingdom is ambitious, just like the Mongols of the past. No, according to Vladimir, he is a Mongol."

"Even his top general, the one who defeated the Kazakh Khanate, was named Subutai!"

"Back then, Subutai only used 20,000 cavalry to rout the 80,000-strong Rus' noble coalition. Your Majesty, would you like to try again?"

Boris's words were truly devastating.

The Tsar's family were tax farmers for the Mongols, and their greatest fear was that the Mongols would attack again. Almost without the other nobles saying anything, the Tsar stood up, raised his scepter, and looked solemn.

"In the name of the Tsar, I hereby command 10,000 archers, and simultaneously order all nobles, high and low, throughout the country to assemble 50,000 cavalry and organize a 50,000-strong Cossack legion to accompany me on this expedition!"

Boris looked incredulous upon hearing this.

He never imagined that the Tsar, in order to save 10,000 archers, would actually want to use Cossacks instead, people who had no fighting ability whatsoever and were not even good for cannon fodder.

This Cossack was different from the Cossacks on the frontier. The Cossack legion that the Tsar spoke of was an army organized from serfs under the rule of nobles.

However, seeing the Tsar's warning look, Boris stopped talking and simply sat back down to sulk.

However, seeing the Tsar's warning look, Boris stopped talking and simply sat back down to sulk.

The Tsar shook his head. He knew Boris's intentions were good; he wanted to solve a major problem for the country.

But he's old now, and he's even been sick lately? Even his new mistress is starting to dislike him.

So he knew he wouldn't live much longer!

He must make plans for his son!

The 30,000-strong artillery corps guarding Moscow must not be moved; this is a guarantee of the orderly succession of the Tsarist regime.

Thinking of this, the Tsar looked at Vladimir.

"Vladimir, when you go to the Ottomans again, tell them that the Mongols have risen again in the East, and they are coming with their swords. If you don't want to repeat the same mistakes, then stop the war immediately!"

Upon hearing this, Vladimir immediately bowed!

"Your lowly servant, Vladimir, will certainly carry out your orders!"

In Tsarist Russia, everything was the Tsar's private property, much like in the Central Plains, but even more barbaric. Therefore, a middle-to-upper-class nobleman like Vladimir had no right to put on airs.

……

On the third day of the fifth month in 1676 AD, the 1877th year of the Han Dynasty, a galleon merchant ship about 30 meters long docked at the port of Tianjin.

Three people dressed in woolen suits, wide-brimmed hats, and tall leather boots walked down the gangway and looked at Xi Zhou with curiosity.

After a thunderous sound of hooves, a hundred cavalrymen dressed in khaki uniforms and wearing iron helmets with red tassels on their horse tails rode to the shore.

Although the Helen merchant ship was flying a red flag with a black dragon, it was the blond-haired barbarians who disembarked. The centurion then stepped forward to greet them in accordance with regulations.

"Who are you, and what country are you from?"

The three blond men couldn't speak Chinese at all, and just when things were getting awkward, a centurion, also dressed in a tan military uniform, came down from the gangway.

"They are from the Kingdom of England!"

"We've come to pay homage to His Majesty!"