The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 614 My heart is not made of stone, it cannot be turned

Dashkova finally got the chance to talk to Mo Zibu alone.

She originally thought that the emperor was teasing her and would only meet her when he could no longer hold back, so as to put her at a psychological disadvantage.

But now she knew she was wrong. The great Eastern emperor was not trying to keep her in suspense, nor was he trying to wear out her patience.

Instead, he wanted to defeat her self-confidence and deeply engrave the prosperity of the Seris Empire into her mind.

"How does my Seris Empire compare to the Rus Empire?"

As expected, the emperor's first words hit the nail on the head. He wanted her to see the invincible side of Seris, Dashkova thought helplessly.

"Your Majesty, why do you have to make fun of others like this? The Russian Empire still doesn't have a single ice-free port.

The Seris Empire has so many ice-free ports that you simply don't bother to develop them, allowing those excellent harbors to be used as fishing villages."

Dashkova half-knelt to greet Mo Zibu, then looked directly into the emperor's eyes without fear.

"But Your Majesty, we don't usually call you Seris. We prefer to call you Khitan."

"Khitan, Khitan is not bad either."

Dashkova still doesn't know much about China. She has read some Chinese history books and learned about China's past sufferings.

She thought that using Khitan to represent the whole of China would be like using green radish to represent Rome, which would break Mo Zibu's defense, or at least make him feel uncomfortable.

But in fact, Mo Zibu didn't feel offended at all. Instead, he was very happy. "The Khitan Liao of the Yelu family was once the emperor of the Mongols on the grassland.

In addition, Dashilinya went far to Transoxiana and destroyed the Seljuk Turks. His reputation was so great that you Europeans heard his name Jurkhahn as John.

You may not know that Gürökhan is known as Choro Khan in China, which is one of the Khan titles bestowed upon the grassland ethnic groups by the great emperor of the East.

Now that I have taken over the northern and southern parts of the desert, as well as western Mongolia, and will also manage Transoxiana, restoring the greatness of our ancestors, I think it is quite appropriate for you Russians to call us Khitan."

Dashkova was dumbfounded. With her European little head, or rather because the Russians had been sold as white slaves for hundreds of years and had been savages for hundreds of years before that, they simply could not understand or imagine what the kind of education that stood on the high ground of morality and civilization was like.

If you have never climbed to the top of Mount Tai, you naturally cannot experience the feeling of looking down on all the other mountains.

No matter what the Huns, Turks, Khitans, Jurchens, or Mongolian Tungus are like, they will all eventually enter the melting pot of China and be refined into one.

He was silent for a while, as if he was digesting Mo Zibu's words and attitude, and also as if he was thinking about how to deal with Mo Zibu's subsequent pressure.

After a while, Dashkova whispered, "We Russians, starting from Ivan the Terrible, have been unyielding for two hundred years, but the land we have gained is not even one tenth of what the Khitans have.

How can this not make people jealous, Your Majesty, you Seres people are so lucky."

Mo Zibu chuckled, "Lucky? No, that's because you Russians haven't worked hard enough!

Our China has been founded by the two ancestors Yan and Huang, and has been passed down to the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties until now. It took more than 5,000 years to get this great country. What is 200 years!
After two hundred years of struggle, we have only earned the land you have now, yet you are still not satisfied!"

"Your Majesty, I cannot agree with you. The Russian Empire is not ungrateful. We have not come to claim the territory of the Seris Empire.

We just want peace and happiness, to stop being sold like slaves and to live freely on our own land." Dashkova lowered her stance and played the sympathy card toward Mozibu.

But unfortunately, Mo Zibu didn't buy his trick at all. His own country, huh, then why don't you stay in Kiev or stay on the Dnieper River?

As for Maozi, the teacher, comrade, benefactor, enemy and cadaver teacher of later Chinese generations, Mo Zibu has seen almost all of their forms in the three hundred years of time and space, and he loves and hates them.

Mozibu knew the Russians' character better than even the Russian in front of him, and wondered how he could possibly be moved by Dashkova.

"If you are going by what you said, then I support your Rus Empire in establishing an empire west of the Ural Mountains and the Ural River that is large enough for you to live in.

But it is best for you not to touch the Xianbei wasteland and the river east of the Ural Mountains."

Mo Zibu gave his conditions very realistically. As for the Maozi, it would be best if you were more direct, because this nation that had risen from white slaves to become masters of their own destiny had become very stubborn and hard-headed after a long period of blood and tears.

Many times they don't listen to other people's advice, and they will only sit down and negotiate properly after they have suffered a lot of setbacks.

Therefore, when facing them, we must first draw our own red lines and let them know the price of crossing the red lines. Only then can we make them less stubborn in future contacts.

“Your Majesty, although the name of Xianbelia comes from the Xianbei, you Seris have never ruled these places, and you are not Xianbei.

The same is true in Transoxiana; those areas are ruled by Turks, Mongols, or their descendants, not Han Chinese.”

"Hahahaha!" Mo Zibu laughed loudly. He was a little angry.

We let this Russian woman see the power of the Chinese Empire from south to north, and even took her to see the steam engine, but she still doesn't know what's good for her.

"Aren't the Xianbei Chinese? There are quite a few from the Yuan and Murong clans among my guards. Do you want me to find them and show them to you?

I admit that the Xianbei Wasteland was not entirely controlled by the Seris Empire, but the North Sea is undoubtedly the territory of the Seris Empire.

Starting from the Huns, this place has been the horse grazing land of the Seres grassland people. Do you want me to tell you the story of Su Wu herding sheep?

So I don't ask for much more, just give up the area around the North Sea, that's all."

You... Dashkova was choked and speechless, because at this time the reason why the Russian Empire was able to gain an advantage in the battle with the Seres Empire for the Xianbei Wasteland was because they had many east-west rivers.

For example, the Lower Tunguska River, the Lela River, and the Yenisei River, which is said to run from north to south, but actually runs from northwest to southeast, and can also be regarded as an east-west river.

Relying on these rivers, the Russians could build many supply stations and small farms along the way, making it extremely easy to transport supplies.

With these advantages, they were able to continue exploring eastward step by step, and also allow explorers and settlers to survive when the winter came.

The sources of these rivers are basically around Lake Baikal (North Sea). At the same time, the high mountains around Lake Baikal can block the coldest climate from the Arctic, making it suitable for building houses. Unlike other places, the vast land is not directly pierced by the harsh winter of the Xianbei wilderness.

It can be said that Lake Baikal is the heart of the Russian Empire's control over Siberia. Without the area around Lake Baikal, the Russians would not even have many places to settle down, let alone colonization.

After thinking it over again and again, Dashkova finally decided not to argue with Mozibu on this issue, because except for Western Siberia next to the Ural Mountains, the other two places were not the core interests of the Russian Empire.

"Your Majesty, you just said that you are willing to respect the Russian Empire's demands for its own security.

Does that mean that our interests in Central Asia, especially the rule of the Kazakhs, can be recognized by the Chinese Empire?"

Mo Zibu let out a mock sigh and looked at Dashkova. "Why are you, a European country, so obsessed with Asian land? If you want to acquire enough fertile land, why not head west and dismember the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth?"

Although Poland had been divided several times at this time, the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth, this strange and very special parliamentary monarchy, still existed and would not be completely divided until ten years later in 1795.

However, Mo Zibu thought that his words were provocative, but they made Dashkova explode on the spot, breaking through her defense.

"All of you are the same." Dashkova's face darkened, and her words suddenly became excited and stiff.

"All of you look down on us Russians. The French want us to go south to deal with the Habsburgs, and the English want us to go east and become the shield of Christ in this era.

And you, His Majesty the Great Emperor and your empire, hope that the Russian Empire will plunge into the quagmire of Poland and completely lose the ability to move eastward.

You are all treating the Russian Empire as a tool, a tool that is somewhat useful but can be discarded at any time.

But, Your Majesty.

The Russians will no longer be slaves to anyone, nor will they be forced to become tools in the hands of the powerful. The Eastern Slavs have stood up under the leadership of their great Tsar father!

Mo Zibu was greatly surprised. For a time traveler like him, hearing the Russians consider themselves weak and swear that they would never again allow others to manipulate them for a little benefit was a bit ridiculous.

I wonder what Dashkova would feel if she could see the great chauvinism of the Russians in history and the ubiquitous daddy flavor of the Red Empire.

He sighed in his heart, but did not stop talking. Mo Zibu said in a cold voice: "The English are harming you. You have seen that after the steam engine is installed, the Russians' advantages will no longer exist, whether in the northeast or northwest.

In the northwest, although I cannot build a railway of thousands of kilometers at once, I can build a section of railway every other place, and the delivery force will be greatly enhanced.

In the Northeast, my warships and transport ships can depart from the five eastern provinces, sail up the Heilongjiang River, and destroy all your settlements in the Northeast."

In fact, at this time, the best use scenario for steam engines was small boats of dozens of tons. For example, after a wealthy businessman from Jiangnan came to inspect with Mo Zibu, he immediately placed an order for fifty units.

If this steam engine can be applied to small inland boats, going against the current will become a thing of the past. The Jiangnan region with its dense water network will not even need to build railways. Steam sand ships can go anywhere.

The same is true in Outer Northeast China. The wide Heilongjiang River is the best inland waterway for steam-powered flat-bottomed boats. With the ability to go upstream, the advantage of the Russians in Outer Northeast China will immediately collapse.

Dashkova's face was solemn, but she shook her head stubbornly. She was indeed a typical Russian. "Your Majesty, I have said that the Russians will no longer be slaves to anyone. We have our own national policy."

"I have no intention of enslaving the Russians. I just want you to know that Transoxiana is the core interest of the Chinese Empire.

Because more than two thousand years ago, when you were still fishing in the Dnieper River like savages, this place was the territory of the Serishan Empire.

The place where the Kazakh tribes you mentioned roamed was where Princess Xijun of the Han Dynasty shed tears of homesickness, and where Chen Polu once shouted, "Whoever offends the mighty Han will be punished no matter how far away they are."

That was the beautiful land where Ban Dingyuan made great achievements, and it was also the sad place where Gao Xianzhi was betrayed and had to retreat in anger.

By the end of the Tang Dynasty, my ancestors had defended this land with such perseverance that they became immortal along with the mountains and rivers. "A lonely city thousands of miles away, filled with white-haired soldiers."

At this point, Mo Zibu's voice became extremely firm. He waved his hand towards the west with a serious expression:

"Go back and tell Catherine that the Chinese Empire is not here to compete with the Russian Empire for Transoxiana. We are here to recover our ancestral homeland and revive the Han and Tang dynasties.

If the Russian Empire chooses to fight, then fight! Ten years! Fifty years! A hundred years! Five hundred years! We're ready to fight!

We will continue to fight until you Russians are destroyed and your race is exterminated, until you are no longer even qualified to be slaves!"

. . . .

Guangzhou Prefecture, Guangzhou Imperial College.

Mo Zibu used part of this place as his own palace. After returning from Guangnan to Xialonggang, he basically handled government affairs here.

Dashkova, frightened by Mozibu's words, finally left. Mozibu also realized that the Russians were not yet complete.

They have not yet experienced the pleasure of being the European gendarmes and the counterattack of the loser. They are still in the stage where they hope to be respected by everyone and their extreme inferiority complex stimulates excessive self-esteem.

So now they are still quite stubborn, and they will not give up everything in front of them unless they are beaten hard.

Of course, due to limited supplies, the battle will not be that brutal. It is estimated that it will still be mainly a small-scale tug-of-war between a few hundred or a thousand people.

Even fighting will not be the mainstream. The mainstream will be to search the mountains and seas to clean up the garbage thrown into the Far East by the Russian Empire.

This kind of war is destined to be a small-scale battle full of hardships, and it is impossible to send the Guards and the Twelve Capital Camps of Xing Tang to fight.

So the group that Mo Zibu has always kept, the Japanese samurai, can come in handy.

In the main hall of the imperial palace, the representative of Edo Grand Duke Tanuma Ochitomo and Lord Niihara Qin Shigehiro were kneeling in the front, and behind them were ninety-seven people from the five eastern provinces with a territorial reserve of more than 50,000 koku.

In addition, all 21 Silla vassal states are included.

"The ministers are no strangers to the Russians. It is said that there are many Russians in Outer Northeast who serve the Russian Tsar.

Of course, I am not here today to hold anyone responsible, but to tell you that I am ready to completely expel the Russians from our north. You should go back and gather the warriors now.

According to their titles, each of the vassal states and the two direct vassal states must send troops to Beijing Shuntian Prefecture and Shenyang City according to the prescribed number of troops. Prepare for battle!

"Brother-in-law, the Northwest Mission and the Northwest Garrison Army must also be prepared to attack. Once the stockpiles of supplies are close to 70% of what they need to keep, the battle for the Western Regions will begin immediately."

When Li Xianwen heard Emperor Mo Zibu call him brother-in-law, he knew that something bad must be wrong.

At present, the first batch of White Lotus Sect believers and soldiers from the thirty-six surnames of Huiliang have captured Barkol Prefecture and Hami, and are stockpiling supplies for a large-scale march into the Western Regions, and sending the Jinyiwei to enter in advance to collect intelligence.

“Not counting the White Lotus Sect believers saved by Cihang Pudu and the 50,000 Huiliang Thirty-Six Clans, the Northwest Guard Army can still mobilize at least 30,000 people.

If the number exceeds this, supply will become a problem, after all, many people have died in recent years."

It's not just that a lot of people died. My brother-in-law followed Mo Zibu's suggestion and allowed people like Deng Chenchang to settle accounts everywhere, which resulted in rivers of blood.

"I will also immediately issue orders to the Mongolian vassal states. Their cavalry will act together with the Northwest Garrison Army." Mo Zibu nodded and said.

"Then I will immediately return to the northwest and personally take charge of Hami. Within three years, I will definitely be able to recover the entire Western Region for Your Majesty."

(End of this chapter)