I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

"You are bragging! You are strategically blackmailing the great Russia, ah no, the great Roman Empire!"

Grand Duke Nikolaevitch shouted, "Siberia in winter is impossible to march. By next spring, all your tanks will sink in the muddy swamps of the Eastern European Plain!"

Liu Jintang took off his liberation shoes, and put his smelly feet directly in front of the Russians:

"You see, back then we Hunan people relied on such iron feet to walk from Zhejiang to the Western Regions, and from the Western Regions to Khorasan.

General Ben didn't believe it. Even without tanks, we would not be able to go to Volgograd, Moscow or St. Petersburg! "

Facing Xia Zhixin, Nikolai Navic could still bluff, but opposite Liu Jintang, he had been tortured by this daring young man for the past few days and lost his temper.

He sat down weakly, opened and closed his mouth, closed and opened again, and finally said in a voice almost desperate: "The Perm Territory in the upper reaches of the Volga, the Udmurt region, and the Tatar Stan we can discuss..."

The capital of Tatarstan is Kazan.

This city was a fortress built by Duke Volga to defend against the Mongols.

After the split of the Golden Horde, it became the territory of the Tatars and the capital of the Kazan Khanate.

It was not until the Jiajing period that Russians occupied it.

As we all know, the Tatars are the slaves of the Mongols, and the Mongols, such as Sotna, are the loyal dancers of the Ming Dynasty and the old artists with both virtue and skill.

Therefore, it is of course reasonable and reasonable for Ming Dynasty to cross the Ural Mountains and recover Tatarstan, which is in line with international practice.

Of course, the more important thing is that Xia Zhixin once heard from Long Live that there is oil in Tatarstan!

Oil!

That is the lifeblood of the Ming Empire for the next 100 years!

For the past two days, Xia Zhixin has been trying to force the Russians to back down and cede the land.

But in the final analysis, the distance between Kazan and Moscow is only more than 700 kilometers.

Let’s say this distance is short, it is indeed not so short that people think that Moscow will plant the sun and moon flag overnight, but if it is long, it is indeed too short for an intercontinental power of the size of Ming and Russia.

700 kilometers is equivalent to the distance from the easternmost point of NATO to Moscow in later generations.

It is no wonder that later generations of Russians had to react so violently to NATO's further eastward expansion.

Fortunately, there are no short-range missiles in this era, and Nikolai Navic's distance of 700 kilometers is still within an acceptable range.

At least compared to the ancient pastures of the Mongols and Huns advocated by the Ming Dynasty - the Don River Plain, the loss of Tatarstan is a somewhat acceptable fact for the Russians.

Nikolay Navich pinched the base of his nose in pain, and slowly stood up: "I need to send a telegram to His Majesty the Tsar... I hope I can convince His Majesty...

In short, Volgograd, the northwest coast of the Caspian Sea, and Transcaucasus are the core interests of our Russians. We will never negotiate. Don't force me anymore! "

After five days of marathon negotiations, Grand Duke Nicholas Navic really didn't have the energy to worry about whether Alexander II's title was Augustus or Caesar.

[The so-called "Sha" in Tsarist Russia actually means "Caesar", and Caesar, as a position, means the vice emperor of the Roman Empire.

The real emperor is generally called Augustus.

However, because Augustus was indiscriminately granted to all members of the royal family in the late Dongluo period, resulting in the depreciation of the title, the emperor no longer wanted to call himself Augustus, but instead changed to Basilius (lord) and Imbedora (supreme commander).

After Alexander II restored Dongluo, because there was no Augustus in the world, he called himself Augustus again. ]

"Oh, oh, look at what you said, the old man is not a person who can make things difficult for others!"

Xia Zhixin smiled and handed over the drafted contract.

"Mr. Grand Duke, please don't be so discouraged. Think about the best. Your country is the orthodox Eastern Rome. Whether it's Moscow or St. Petersburg, it's just a place of detention outside the Great Wall. Don't take it so seriously!"

"I hope you will keep your word and recognize the legal status of our country's Eastern Roman Empire. At the same time, in the process of our country's rebuilding of the Eastern Roman Empire, we will support the just act of recovering the core territory of Greece and the holy city of Antioch."

"Of course we will recognize you, the great Eastern Roman Empire... and will not prevent you from restoring the glory of your ancestors..."

Xia Zhixin smiled and said, "As for the nomads from the east who are the culprits of the two collapses of Rome, you can rest assured that we, Ming Dynasty, will be stationed in Kazan, and the east of Rome will no longer have to worry about it!"

Nikolai Navic's footsteps visibly paused.

He obviously thought of the time 16 years ago when he had just served as the Russian foreign minister and presided over the signing of the "Aigun Treaty" between Tsarist Russia and the Manchu Qing government.

"With our Russian Empire stationed in the Amur Primorsky region, you Qing Dynasty no longer have to worry about the British and French coalition forces landing from the Sea of ​​Japan..."

The words of the past are still in my ears.

I heard it again today, but my heart is so bitter.

Nikolay Navic hunched over and walked slowly towards the telegraph room.

In order to ensure the smooth progress of this top-secret meeting, the Gloria Hotel has laid two lines independent of the Budapest telegraph network for the exclusive use of both parties.

As soon as Nicholas Navic and others left, Xia Zhixin, Liu Jintang and Zhao Xizhu looked at each other, and they all burst into laughter!

"We are victorious!"

Liu Jintang was barefoot, smiling like a child, "We overfulfilled the task His Majesty ordered, and the old man finally gave in!"

"Yizhai, you should take the lead in this negotiation!"

Xia Zhixin patted him on the shoulder, "If it weren't for you, that big bear would have struggled to the death."

Zhao Xizhu also said happily: "Long live only hopes to use the Ural Mountains as the boundary, but we have won at least 20 square kilometers more, which is an area of ​​Hunan!"

Although Daming is already big enough, 3000 million square kilometers is a serious underestimation without counting Siberia and other places. If you count the various vassal states, it is likely to exceed 5000 million, and it is rushing to 6000 million.

But who would think too much territory?

Is it true that His Majesty Zhu Fugui doesn't love land, and Boss Ma doesn't love money?

Boss Ma doesn't love money because he has a "higher" ambition.

What lofty ambitions can I, Emperor Zhu Fugui of the Ming Dynasty have?

Isn't it just to fight for a little more living space for the Chinese descendants...

An increase of 5000 from 20 million is also an increase of 0.4% of the land!

However, just when Xia Zhixin and the others were happily about to open a bottle of Fugui Coke to celebrate, Nikolay Navic suddenly dashed like a bear and ran back to the negotiating room dancing.

"The Tsar's telegram so soon?"

Xia Zhixin frowned, feeling that it was not in line with common sense.

"No, my Khitan...ah no, it's my friend Daming!"

Nikolay Navic visibly relaxed. He sat leisurely on the sofa and asked the waiter to light a cigar, "Professor Xia, General Liu, and Commander Zhao, I think we need to renegotiate the agreement between the two of us." The border issue of the country..."

"What's going on? Did the Tsar disagree? Could it be that he wanted to bear the wrath of our Ming Dynasty on the battlefield?" Liu Jintang questioned.

Nikolay Navic put down his cigar, and said seriously: "We don't want to have a war with Ming, General Liu, I admit that you Hunan people are very good at fighting, even the best Cossacks are no match for you, but... "

"Report!"

At this moment, Daming's correspondent also ran over.

Obviously, if there is any important news, Tsarist Russia got the news a few minutes earlier than Daming.

Xia Zhixin hastily took the telegram, there were only a few short words on it, but after reading it, he let out a long sigh: "The old man is still defeated after all... His Majesty often said that it is better to fight against a strong enemy than to ally with friends." , I got what I said..."

"Jijiu, what happened?"

Zhao Xizhu and Liu Jintang hurried forward and asked.

"Look for yourselves..."

Xia Zhixin shook his head and spread the telegram on the table.

I saw six large characters written on it: "Italy jumped backwards!"

Chapter 808 Continental Dilemma

When Zhu Fugui learned that the dog in Italy had jumped backwards, his first reaction was to think that he was going to be doomed.

Because history proves that Italy is always in the right team at the right time.

In other words, the Three Emperors Alliance is no longer favored by the Italians.

In theory, this makes sense.

Because Ottoman Luluo, one of the three giants (pseudo) of the Allied Powers, has already belched.

Although the Ming Dynasty air raided Constantinople and rescued the Luluo Sultan and some of his family members, the entire Luluo Empire was hopelessly disintegrated.

In the words of a failed art student from Austria: "The Soviet Union is like a broken house. Now we only need to kick it hard, and the whole building will collapse."

The facts slapped the mustache, but not the bearded Alexander II.

The shabby house of Ottoman had indeed collapsed completely.

The Ottoman rule is similar to that of the Mongols and Russians, and it is still the same old tax system.

Once the central government is over, there will be a lot of princes in the local area, and they will start their own affairs.

On the other hand, due to the premature participation of the German Empire in the war, the integration of the internal princes was not yet complete.

The Junkers from all walks of life changed their tricks to hinder William I and Bismarck, and the fighting power of the Germans was slightly inferior to that in history.

In addition, the Austro-Hungarian Empire did not stand on the side of their German compatriots this time, causing the war situation in Europe to develop in a more favorable direction for the eight-nation coalition forces of Britain, France, Austria, Russia, Spain, Portugal and Greece.

Although looking at the world, Ming played triumphant songs and achieved brilliant victories in North America, India, and Southeast Asia.

But from the point of view of the Italians, the Ming Dynasty is after all an extraterritorial country in Europe. Whether they have landed in Europe, for the life and death of the Germans and the eight sovereign countries, now there are nine, and a meat grinder-like ground at the same time The will to war, this matter will be marked with a big question mark.

In fact, the Italian guess was partly correct.

Zhu Fugui was unwilling to invest 500 million to 800 million infantry to crush and completely occupy Europe.

In fact, Ming did not have that many infantry.

The war has progressed to the present, and the total strength of Ming Dynasty is less than 300 million.

Because the whole territory of Ming Dynasty is carrying out a large-scale construction movement in full swing.

Just imagine, even if you don’t care about Xianbelia, Mongolian Plateau, Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, Canadian tundra, Myanmar and Siam rainforest, Australia and New Zealand, where the population density is extremely low and construction is extremely difficult.

Just to build the hinterland of China and Northern Yinzhou at the same time, how much labor is needed...

And although Daming's mobilization ability is very good, it is naturally not as good as the teacher's era.

Educating the masses, organizing the masses, and mobilizing the masses requires a large number of grassroots cadres with conviction and ideals.

Even if Zhu Fugui cheated, he couldn't compare with the teacher.

There are only hundreds of thousands of grassroots cadres trained in these years, and they need to organize re-study and re-education frequently to prevent corruption and misrepresent the court scriptures.

In short, Zhu Fugui, who has no interest in being the captain of the ball, is somewhat resistant to further military expansion.

The total population of Ming Dynasty today is about 5.5 million.

It has 220 million front-line combat troops, 55 Jinyiwei, and 18 production and construction corps.

As far as the soldiers who can fight are concerned, the Ming Dynasty is actually much higher than the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

Similar to the "military" American emperors of later generations, the proportion of the population in the army is about 0.4%~0.5%.

As a peaceful country, this ratio is indeed not too low.

But for a country at war, especially for a country at war in this era, it is indeed pitifully low.

Of course, with the deployment of the sunset invasion plan, 50 to 70 veterans will be transferred to the European battlefield, and a new round of military expansion for Ming Dynasty is also imperative.

This plan has been notified to Germany via encrypted telegram half a month ago.

Zhu Fugui reckoned that brother William must have disclosed to the Italians the news that he promised the German side to expand the army by another 100 million troops.

They judged that Ming Dynasty did not really intend to send troops to Europe, so they jumped decisively.

But the conscience of heaven and earth, Zhu Fugui is really planning to send troops, and the troops are elite.

Don't those idiots who eat flying spaghetti know the truth that one Han is worth five Hu?

As for the Ming soldiers who have bulletproof plug-in boards, and the machine guns reach the squad, the motorcycles reach the platoon, and the radio station reaches the company, at least one Han is worth ten Hu.

I am invincible tomorrow!

Sending 50 troops is worth [-] others.

I have already dispatched five million troops, so what are you doing!

It is worthy of the name of the pig teammate!

Fortunately, it doesn't matter to Zhu Fugui whether Italy jumps or not.