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

Chapter 286 The Number One Marshal of the Great Han Dynasty

The Tatar prisoner was stunned. He didn't know the specific organization of the puppet army.

But last night, he squatted at the foot of the city wall and saw with his own eyes that the Han soldiers at the city gate were eating hot white flatbread, large chunks of stewed mutton, and a bowl of meat soup with oil floating on top of each other.

He could only huddle among the prisoners, gnawing on a piece of black bread so hard it could hit someone, smelling the aroma of meat from afar, unable to sleep all night.

Bek stood up, puffing out his chest like the Han soldiers, and slammed his right hand into his left chest—the posture wasn't perfect, but it was powerful: "General, my name is Bek! From today onwards, you are my benefactor, and I will fight bravely to repay you!"

Huang You grinned at the sound of him pounding his chest, and pointed at the Russian soldier who was still hunched over and spitting blood: "Tell him that I, the centurion, will have him castrated and make him do hard labor here for the rest of his life."

Buick turned around, bent down, and repeated Huang You's words in Russian. After hearing the last word, the Russian soldier turned as white as a sheet, his lips trembled twice, and he collapsed headfirst.

If he hadn't been tied with a rope and there hadn't been people in front and behind him, he would have fallen face down on the ground.

Several Russian soldiers nearby also heard Bek's words. They all shrank back and dared not make a sound. The one who had been cursing just now stopped cursing and stared down at his toes.

Huang You stopped looking at the unconscious Russian soldier and turned to Wu Ancheng: "Marquis of Shanyang, you can keep this Russian prisoner here. As for this Buick, I'll take it with me."

Wu Ancheng dared not refuse, repeatedly saying that it was no problem, and even stepped forward to say, "General Huang, rest assured, I will take care of the castration. Although my family does not have a veterinarian, we have two gelding masters, and their skills are the same."

"As for work, he absolutely will not be allowed to rest!"

Wu Ancheng now understood. These regular Han soldiers wielded terrifying power in Shuozhou.

A centurion, in charge of a hundred cavalrymen, also had the right to buy and sell prisoners, castrate them at will, and incorporate them into the army at will.

This was more arrogant than any general or brigade commander he had seen in Yangzhou. In the Ming Dynasty, military officers had to argue with the county government for ages before they could buy a prisoner. Huang You, on the other hand, could settle things with just a word.

What he didn't know was that Huang You, as a centurion, really wielded a lot of power in Shuozhou. This wasn't because Huang You had any powerful connections, but rather because of the Han Dynasty's military structure in the area—regular soldiers were too expensive.

The cost of recruiting, training and equipping a Han soldier in a year is enough to support more than a dozen puppet troops.

Therefore, the regulations set by the imperial court were that the Han army would provide regular soldiers as the backbone, and the imperial collaborators would fill in as flesh and blood. Although Huang You only brought a hundred regular soldiers, he had at least one or two thousand imperial collaborators under his command.

The imperial court provided a token amount of food and supplies to the puppet troops, and the rest had to be procured locally. In other words, they were allowed to plunder the supplies themselves during the war.

Shuozhou is bordered by Tsarist Russia to the west, various steppe tribes to the south, and various Siberian natives to the north. There are battles everywhere and things are plundered everywhere. The puppet troops are not afraid of not being paid, but they are afraid of not being allowed to go to the battlefield.

Huang You mounted his horse and wrapped the hemp rope with the Russian soldiers around the saddle again, tying it into a tight knot.

Fifty Russian soldiers, like a string of salted fish, were being pulled forward. Bek followed behind Huang Youma, head held high, walking with a brisk pace, reading "The Revolt of the Three Feudatories: A Bet on Beijing at the Start," enjoying his reading time. Although he was still wearing that tattered sheepskin coat, in his heart, he already considered himself a member of the Han army.

Three days later, the Ural River.

On the vast plains, the river flows from north to south, and the two banks are two completely different worlds.

The west bank stretched as far as the eye could see, covered with white felt tents and large yurts, densely packed along the riverbank. Between the tents stood thick wooden poles, from which hung the double-headed eagle flags of Tsarist Russia.

From time to time, Russian cavalry would patrol along the riverbank, their cavalry weaving between the tents.

On the east bank of the river is a city wall built of logs as thick as a bowl, stretching as far as the eye can see.

The logs were strung together with iron hooks and hemp ropes, and the gaps were filled with gravel and loess. Every few dozen steps there was a wooden arrow tower, on which stood Han soldiers in khaki uniforms or imperial collaborators in blue uniforms.

Behind the log wall were rows of barracks and stables, with smoke billowing from the chimneys and the bellows of the blacksmith's shop whirring.

Huang You led his horse into the camp gate, first settling his men back into their barracks, and then taking Bek to the centurion's tent.

The centurion was a young man from Shaanxi, surnamed Ma, with a scar on his face that ran from the corner of his mouth to his ear.

After listening to Huang You's report, Commander Ma flipped through the list of prisoners twice and cursed, "You son of a bitch, you can run into a battle just by going out on patrol." Then he ordered Huang You to mark the location of Shanyang County on a map, took the map, and left the camp to report to his superiors.

The commander's tent was not behind the log city wall, but on the mountainside of a low hill. A red flag with a black dragon and a large banner with the word "speed" on it hung outside the tent.

In the center of the tent was a long oak table captured from the Russians. On the table was a map of the Ural Mountains to the Caspian Sea. The contour lines and river courses on the map were all drawn by scouts over two years.

Several messengers in military uniforms stood by the table, and two Russian prisoners squatted in the corner of the tent. One was a captured Russian engineering officer who could draw maps, and the other was a Cossack centurion who spoke five languages ​​and was responsible for translating Russian correspondence for Subutai.

Subutai, the First Marshal of the Han Dynasty, the Duke of Russia, and the General of the Western Expedition, was sitting behind an oak table.

He was not wearing armor, but rather a bright red round-necked robe with a qilin embroidered on it, bestowed by Liu Mu himself. To highlight his status as the number one general of the Han Dynasty, the entire qilin was embroidered with gold thread.

Everything else remained the same, except that after years of life in the northwest, Subutai's skin color had returned to the wheat color he had when he was a slave.

"Shanyang County." Subutai read the name of the place, and slowly drew his finger on the map southward along the Ural River. He stopped when he reached the approximate location of Shanyang County. "Qi Yanzhao reported last year that several new counties had been established in Shuozhou. They were all county magistrates who had bought their positions. Their locations were all pushed a hundred miles to the west. When he reported the locations of these counties, I scolded him, saying that he was sending people to the doorstep of Tsarist Russia. Now it seems that the Tsarist Russians are the ones who are starving first."

At this point, Subutai slammed the military report on the table and said to the messenger beside him, "Tell Commander Ma that Centurion Huang You has rendered meritorious service and will be awarded one merit. He will also be awarded an additional merit for promptly reporting any enemy captures. Furthermore, pass down the order that all officers of the rank of commander of a thousand and above should come to the commander's tent for a meeting first thing tomorrow morning."

The commander's tent was not behind the log city wall, but on the mountainside of a low hill. A red flag with a black dragon and a large banner with the word "speed" on it hung outside the tent.

In the center of the tent was a long oak table captured from the Russians. On the table was a map of the Ural Mountains to the Caspian Sea. The contour lines and river courses on the map were all drawn by scouts over two years.

Several messengers in military uniforms stood by the table, and two Russian prisoners squatted in the corner of the tent. One was a captured Russian engineering officer who could draw maps, and the other was a Cossack centurion who spoke five languages ​​and was responsible for translating Russian correspondence for Subutai.

Subutai, the First Marshal of the Han Dynasty, the Duke of Russia, and the General of the Western Expedition, was sitting behind an oak table.

He was not wearing armor, but rather a bright red round-necked robe with a qilin embroidered on it, bestowed by Liu Mu himself. To highlight his status as the number one general of the Han Dynasty, the entire qilin was embroidered with gold thread.

Everything else remained the same, except that after years of life in the northwest, Subutai's skin color had returned to the wheat color he had when he was a slave.

"Shanyang County." Subutai read the name of the place, and slowly drew his finger on the map southward along the Ural River. He stopped when he reached the approximate location of Shanyang County. "Qi Yanzhao reported last year that several new counties had been established in Shuozhou. They were all county magistrates who had bought their positions. Their locations were all pushed a hundred miles to the west. When he reported the locations of these counties, I scolded him, saying that he was sending people to the doorstep of Tsarist Russia. Now it seems that the Tsarist Russians are the ones who are starving first."

At this point, Subutai slammed the military report on the table and said to the messenger beside him, "Tell Commander Ma that Centurion Huang You has rendered meritorious service and will be awarded one merit. He will also be awarded an additional merit for promptly reporting any enemy captures. Furthermore, pass down the order that all officers of the rank of commander of a thousand and above should come to the commander's tent for a meeting first thing tomorrow morning."

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The military report was passed up the chain of command, from the commander to the guerrilla, from the guerrilla to the brigade commander, from the brigade commander to the deputy commander, and finally reached the command tent of the Ural defense line.

The commander's tent was not behind the log city wall, but on the mountainside of a low hill. A red flag with a black dragon and a large banner with the word "speed" on it hung outside the tent.

In the center of the tent was a long oak table captured from the Russians. On the table was a map of the Ural Mountains to the Caspian Sea. The contour lines and river courses on the map were all drawn by scouts over two years.

Several messengers in military uniforms stood by the table, and two Russian prisoners squatted in the corner of the tent. One was a captured Russian engineering officer who could draw maps, and the other was a Cossack centurion who spoke five languages ​​and was responsible for translating Russian correspondence for Subutai.

Subutai, the First Marshal of the Han Dynasty, the Duke of Russia, and the General of the Western Expedition, was sitting behind an oak table.

He was not wearing armor, but rather a bright red round-necked robe with a qilin embroidered on it, bestowed by Liu Mu himself. To highlight his status as the number one general of the Han Dynasty, the entire qilin was embroidered with gold thread.

Everything else remained the same, except that after years of life in the northwest, Subutai's skin color had returned to the wheat color he had when he was a slave.

"Shanyang County." Subutai read the name of the place, and slowly drew his finger on the map southward along the Ural River. He stopped when he reached the approximate location of Shanyang County. "Qi Yanzhao reported last year that several new counties had been established in Shuozhou. They were all county magistrates who had bought their positions. Their locations were all pushed a hundred miles to the west. When he reported the locations of these counties, I scolded him, saying that he was sending people to the doorstep of Tsarist Russia. Now it seems that the Tsarist Russians are the ones who are starving first."

At this point, Subutai slammed the military report on the table and said to the messenger beside him, "Tell Commander Ma that Centurion Huang You has rendered meritorious service and will be awarded one merit. He will also be awarded an additional merit for promptly reporting any enemy captures. Furthermore, pass down the order that all officers of the rank of commander of a thousand and above should come to the commander's tent for a meeting first thing tomorrow morning."

The commander's tent was not behind the log city wall, but on the mountainside of a low hill. A red flag with a black dragon and a large banner with the word "speed" on it hung outside the tent.

In the center of the tent was a long oak table captured from the Russians. On the table was a map of the Ural Mountains to the Caspian Sea. The contour lines and river courses on the map were all drawn by scouts over two years.

Several messengers in military uniforms stood by the table, and two Russian prisoners squatted in the corner of the tent. One was a captured Russian engineering officer who could draw maps, and the other was a Cossack centurion who spoke five languages ​​and was responsible for translating Russian correspondence for Subutai.

Subutai, the First Marshal of the Han Dynasty, the Duke of Russia, and the General of the Western Expedition, was sitting behind an oak table.

He was not wearing armor, but rather a bright red round-necked robe with a qilin embroidered on it, bestowed by Liu Mu himself. To highlight his status as the number one general of the Han Dynasty, the entire qilin was embroidered with gold thread.

Everything else remained the same, except that after years of life in the northwest, Subutai's skin color had returned to the wheat color he had when he was a slave.

"Shanyang County." Subutai read the name of the place, and slowly drew his finger on the map southward along the Ural River. He stopped when he reached the approximate location of Shanyang County. "Qi Yanzhao reported last year that several new counties had been established in Shuozhou. They were all county magistrates who had bought their positions. Their locations were all pushed a hundred miles to the west. When he reported the locations of these counties, I scolded him, saying that he was sending people to the doorstep of Tsarist Russia. Now it seems that the Tsarist Russians are the ones who are starving first."

At this point, Subutai slammed the military report on the table and said to the messenger beside him, "Tell Commander Ma that Centurion Huang You has rendered meritorious service and will be awarded one merit. He will also be awarded an additional merit for promptly reporting any enemy captures. Furthermore, pass down the order that all officers of the rank of commander of a thousand and above should come to the commander's tent for a meeting first thing tomorrow morning."

The military report was passed up the chain of command, from the commander to the guerrilla, from the guerrilla to the brigade commander, from the brigade commander to the deputy commander, and finally reached the command tent of the Ural defense line.

The commander's tent was not behind the log city wall, but on the mountainside of a low hill. A red flag with a black dragon and a large banner with the word "speed" on it hung outside the tent.

In the center of the tent was a long oak table captured from the Russians. On the table was a map of the Ural Mountains to the Caspian Sea. The contour lines and river courses on the map were all drawn by scouts over two years.

Several messengers in military uniforms stood by the table, and two Russian prisoners squatted in the corner of the tent. One was a captured Russian engineering officer who could draw maps, and the other was a Cossack centurion who spoke five languages ​​and was responsible for translating Russian correspondence for Subutai.

Subutai, the First Marshal of the Han Dynasty, the Duke of Russia, and the General of the Western Expedition, was sitting behind an oak table.

He was not wearing armor, but rather a bright red round-necked robe with a qilin embroidered on it, bestowed by Liu Mu himself. To highlight his status as the number one general of the Han Dynasty, the entire qilin was embroidered with gold thread.

Everything else remained the same, except that after years of life in the northwest, Subutai's skin color had returned to the wheat color he had when he was a slave.

"Shanyang County." Subutai read the name of the place, and slowly drew his finger on the map southward along the Ural River. He stopped when he reached the approximate location of Shanyang County. "Qi Yanzhao reported last year that several new counties had been established in Shuozhou. They were all county magistrates who had bought their positions. Their locations were all pushed a hundred miles to the west. When he reported the locations of these counties, I scolded him, saying that he was sending people to the doorstep of Tsarist Russia. Now it seems that the Tsarist Russians are the ones who are starving first."

At this point, Subutai slammed the military report on the table and said to the messenger beside him, "Tell Commander Ma that Centurion Huang You has rendered meritorious service and will be awarded one merit. He will also be awarded an additional merit for promptly reporting any enemy captures. Furthermore, pass down the order that all officers of the rank of commander of a thousand and above should come to the commander's tent for a meeting first thing tomorrow morning."

The commander's tent was not behind the log city wall, but on the mountainside of a low hill. A red flag with a black dragon and a large banner with the word "speed" on it hung outside the tent.

In the center of the tent was a long oak table captured from the Russians. On the table was a map of the Ural Mountains to the Caspian Sea. The contour lines and river courses on the map were all drawn by scouts over two years.

Several messengers in military uniforms stood by the table, and two Russian prisoners squatted in the corner of the tent. One was a captured Russian engineering officer who could draw maps, and the other was a Cossack centurion who spoke five languages ​​and was responsible for translating Russian correspondence for Subutai.

Subutai, the First Marshal of the Han Dynasty, the Duke of Russia, and the General of the Western Expedition, was sitting behind an oak table.

He was not wearing armor, but rather a bright red round-necked robe with a qilin embroidered on it, bestowed by Liu Mu himself. To highlight his status as the number one general of the Han Dynasty, the entire qilin was embroidered with gold thread.

Everything else remained the same, except that after years of life in the northwest, Subutai's skin color had returned to the wheat color he had when he was a slave.

"Shanyang County." Subutai read the name of the place, and slowly drew his finger on the map southward along the Ural River. He stopped when he reached the approximate location of Shanyang County. "Qi Yanzhao reported last year that several new counties had been established in Shuozhou. They were all county magistrates who had bought their positions. Their locations were all pushed a hundred miles to the west. When he reported the locations of these counties, I scolded him, saying that he was sending people to the doorstep of Tsarist Russia. Now it seems that the Tsarist Russians are the ones who are starving first."

At this point, Subutai slammed the military report on the table and said to the messenger beside him, "Tell Commander Ma that Centurion Huang You has rendered meritorious service and will be awarded one merit. He will also be awarded an additional merit for promptly reporting any enemy captures. Furthermore, pass down the order that all officers of the rank of commander of a thousand and above should come to the commander's tent for a meeting first thing tomorrow morning."

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The commander's tent was not behind the log city wall, but on the mountainside of a low hill. A red flag with a black dragon and a large banner with the word "speed" on it hung outside the tent.

In the center of the tent was a long oak table captured from the Russians. On the table was a map of the Ural Mountains to the Caspian Sea. The contour lines and river courses on the map were all drawn by scouts over two years.

Several messengers in military uniforms stood by the table, and two Russian prisoners squatted in the corner of the tent. One was a captured Russian engineering officer who could draw maps, and the other was a Cossack centurion who spoke five languages ​​and was responsible for translating Russian correspondence for Subutai.

Subutai, the First Marshal of the Han Dynasty, the Duke of Russia, and the General of the Western Expedition, was sitting behind an oak table.

He was not wearing armor, but rather a bright red round-necked robe with a qilin embroidered on it, bestowed by Liu Mu himself. To highlight his status as the number one general of the Han Dynasty, the entire qilin was embroidered with gold thread.

Everything else remained the same, except that after years of life in the northwest, Subutai's skin color had returned to the wheat color he had when he was a slave.

"Shanyang County." Subutai read the name of the place, and slowly drew his finger on the map southward along the Ural River. He stopped when he reached the approximate location of Shanyang County. "Qi Yanzhao reported last year that several new counties had been established in Shuozhou. They were all county magistrates who had bought their positions. Their locations were all pushed a hundred miles to the west. When he reported the locations of these counties, I scolded him, saying that he was sending people to the doorstep of Tsarist Russia. Now it seems that the Tsarist Russians are the ones who are starving first."

At this point, Subutai slammed the military report on the table and said to the messenger beside him, "Tell Commander Ma that Centurion Huang You has rendered meritorious service and will be awarded one merit. He will also be awarded an additional merit for promptly reporting any enemy captures. Furthermore, pass down the order that all officers of the rank of commander of a thousand and above should come to the commander's tent for a meeting first thing tomorrow morning."

The military report was passed up the chain of command, from the commander to the guerrilla, from the guerrilla to the brigade commander, from the brigade commander to the deputy commander, and finally reached the command tent of the Ural defense line.

The commander's tent was not behind the log city wall, but on the mountainside of a low hill. A red flag with a black dragon and a large banner with the word "speed" on it hung outside the tent.

In the center of the tent was a long oak table captured from the Russians. On the table was a map of the Ural Mountains to the Caspian Sea. The contour lines and river courses on the map were all drawn by scouts over two years.

Several messengers in military uniforms stood by the table, and two Russian prisoners squatted in the corner of the tent. One was a captured Russian engineering officer who could draw maps, and the other was a Cossack centurion who spoke five languages ​​and was responsible for translating Russian correspondence for Subutai.

Subutai, the First Marshal of the Han Dynasty, the Duke of Russia, and the General of the Western Expedition, was sitting behind an oak table.

He was not wearing armor, but rather a bright red round-necked robe with a qilin embroidered on it, bestowed by Liu Mu himself. To highlight his status as the number one general of the Han Dynasty, the entire qilin was embroidered with gold thread.

Everything else remained the same, except that after years of life in the northwest, Subutai's skin color had returned to the wheat color he had when he was a slave.

"Shanyang County." Subutai read the name of the place, and slowly drew his finger on the map southward along the Ural River. He stopped when he reached the approximate location of Shanyang County. "Qi Yanzhao reported last year that several new counties had been established in Shuozhou. They were all county magistrates who had bought their positions. Their locations were all pushed a hundred miles to the west. When he reported the locations of these counties, I scolded him, saying that he was sending people to the doorstep of Tsarist Russia. Now it seems that the Tsarist Russians are the ones who are starving first."

At this point, Subutai slammed the military report on the table and said to the messenger beside him, "Tell Commander Ma that Centurion Huang You has rendered meritorious service and will be awarded one merit. He will also be awarded an additional merit for promptly reporting any enemy captures. Furthermore, pass down the order that all officers of the rank of commander of a thousand and above should come to the commander's tent for a meeting first thing tomorrow morning."

The commander's tent was not behind the log city wall, but on the mountainside of a low hill. A red flag with a black dragon and a large banner with the word "speed" on it hung outside the tent.

In the center of the tent was a long oak table captured from the Russians. On the table was a map of the Ural Mountains to the Caspian Sea. The contour lines and river courses on the map were all drawn by scouts over two years.

Several messengers in military uniforms stood by the table, and two Russian prisoners squatted in the corner of the tent. One was a captured Russian engineering officer who could draw maps, and the other was a Cossack centurion who spoke five languages ​​and was responsible for translating Russian correspondence for Subutai.

Subutai, the First Marshal of the Han Dynasty, the Duke of Russia, and the General of the Western Expedition, was sitting behind an oak table.

He was not wearing armor, but rather a bright red round-necked robe with a qilin embroidered on it, bestowed by Liu Mu himself. To highlight his status as the number one general of the Han Dynasty, the entire qilin was embroidered with gold thread.

Everything else remained the same, except that after years of life in the northwest, Subutai's skin color had returned to the wheat color he had when he was a slave.

"Shanyang County." Subutai read the name of the place, and slowly drew his finger on the map southward along the Ural River. He stopped when he reached the approximate location of Shanyang County. "Qi Yanzhao reported last year that several new counties had been established in Shuozhou. They were all county magistrates who had bought their positions. Their locations were all pushed a hundred miles to the west. When he reported the locations of these counties, I scolded him, saying that he was sending people to the doorstep of Tsarist Russia. Now it seems that the Tsarist Russians are the ones who are starving first."

At this point, Subutai slammed the military report on the table and said to the messenger beside him, "Tell Commander Ma that Centurion Huang You has rendered meritorious service and will be awarded one merit. He will also be awarded an additional merit for promptly reporting any enemy captures. Furthermore, pass down the order that all officers of the rank of commander of a thousand and above should come to the commander's tent for a meeting first thing tomorrow morning."