Chapter 303 The first Yanhuang Expeditionary Corps in history to enter the western region!

"Why are we going west? Aren't they in the north?"

"What north?"

"Didn't you say that those grassland barbarians ran to the north? But it doesn't look like the direction you are chasing is going north!"

In the racing convoy, the old man was chewing candy, wearing toad sunglasses, holding the steering wheel, driving a three-wheeler, and running forward majestically.

Zhu Zhangui, who was sitting aside, looked at the direction in which he was tracking the enemy and asked his doubts.

"Crack!"

The hard candy was bitten into pieces by the old man's old teeth. While tasting the sweetness in his mouth, the old man replied with a smile: "It's in the north, but aren't we in the north?"

After saying that, he immediately realized that the north that his eldest grandson mentioned should still be the far north. "The far north is very cold, and there is a group of savages living there. I heard that there seems to be no country, and the poor there are."

Even the Mongolian barbarians look down upon them, so why are they going there? To endure the cold?"

"Now they have no place to run in the north. According to the spies, they have turned to the west. They are probably going to join the Golden Horde Han Kingdom in the west."

"Although they have conflicts, after all, they were one family a hundred years ago, and we destroyed them here. These remaining bastards will definitely find the Golden Horde that still exists to avenge them."

After hearing the old man's story, Zhu Zhangui was stunned for a long time.

Isn't the north the territory of that big bear? When did it become a savage tribe?

Golden Horde, wait, I seem to have overlooked something.

When Zhu Zhanguina heard about the country Golden Horde Han, he vaguely thought of some of the information he had seen in his already vague memory.

It seems that the territory of Da Mao was not that huge at the beginning. They only emerged in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. In the past, they seemed to be a tax-paying country of the Golden Horde Han Kingdom, and they were still an unknown small country.

As for Siberia, except for the Jurchen tribe in the northeast, the rest of the country is still in the unruly stage, and it seems that the people living there are still savage tribes.

As the memory gradually emerged, Zhu Zhangui gave a helpless smile.

I was blinded by my memory. Every time I thought of the north, I would think of the polar bears. In my mind, I always thought that they have been so powerful since ancient times.

In fact, this is not to blame Zhu Zhangui. Many ordinary people do not know much about the historical memory of the country in the northernmost part of the grassland. They only subconsciously formulate their ancient sphere of influence based on the current distribution of power.

Although Zhu Zhangui is half a college student, he mainly studies small Japanese melons and doesn't really know much about the polar bear in the north.

My understanding of the polar bear comes entirely from subconscious habits and the little bits of history I heard.

Zhu Zhangui's heart agitated when he learned that no one was controlling the north for the time being.

Siberia stretches as far as the eye can see. Although it is a bit cold, the land is vast.

Just growing potatoes in such a large area was enough to support everyone in the Ming Dynasty.

Thinking of this, Zhu Zhangui could no longer hold back his turbulent heart, and excitedly said to the old man:

"Grandpa, let's take down that huge land in the north too!"

The old man, who was driving and communicating with the spies in front with his walkie-talkie, gave Zhu Zhangui a confused look.

"Why do you need that land? I heard that it's not necessarily possible to freeze in May and June. Winter comes again in August and September. When it's cold, you can freeze to sticks even if you urinate. This is a place where birds don't poop.

What do you want it for?"

Zhu Zhangui was speechless after hearing the old man's words.

But you can understand it if you think about it.

Although the old man is the emperor on horseback, he is also good at farming. During the spring plowing every year, the old man will personally preside over the plowing whenever he is in the capital. Sometimes, he even whips his cows to plow the fields.

In the old man's understanding, spring planting and autumn harvest are the cycle of heaven and earth, and any seasonal changes will affect food production.

Although Siberia is a vast land, it does get quite cold there. Spring hasn't started here yet, and it's frozen over there. What can we do with this land?

It is precisely because of this understanding that the old man is not interested in the huge land of Siberia.

After all, in the eyes of the Central Plains people, land that cannot produce food or minerals is a wasteland.

If it weren't for the northern grasslands that have always threatened the security of the Central Plains, I'm afraid the emperor of China wouldn't even bother to occupy the northern grasslands.

After all, the Central Plains is dominated by agriculture. It occupies the grassland land. It is impossible to remove the grass and cultivate it. It would take a lot of effort. Moreover, those grassland barbarians will come back at any time. It is estimated that the planting has not been completed here, and the grassland has not been planted yet.

Called back.

Of course, in addition to this aspect, there are also issues of knowledge and cognition.

"Grandpa, you are wrong!"

Seeing that the old man was dismissive of Siberia's huge land, Zhu Zhangui raised his voice and decided to educate the old man about the richness of Siberia.

"The place in the north is incredibly rich. The large areas of land there are just like Nuergandusi. They are fertile black soil. You can squeeze out oil with just a handful of it."

"In addition, there are dense forests, inexhaustible wood, thousands of large and small lakes, and countless small rivers. There is no shortage of water resources."

"Just like the North Sea behind us, there are all kinds of delicious fatty fish in it. The fatty fish caught every year is enough for our family to eat until we die."

After talking about agriculture, Zhu Zhangui introduced minerals with his eyes shining brightly.

He reached out and patted San Bengzi who was sitting down, "Please feel comfortable using this thing!"

The old man nodded.

Sanbenzi is fast and has no endurance limit of a horse. It can pull goods and people, and it can run on slightly worse terrain. Its uneven wheels can make it run even in muddy weather.

Except for being a little bumpy when riding on it, in the old man's mind, the Sanbengzi is the best driving tool in the world.

Seeing the old man nodding, Zhu Zhangui introduced: "This thing burns diesel. The price sold across the street is two taels of silver per liter, which means it is so high and so wide."

Afraid that the old man would not know how much a liter was, Zhu Zhangui stretched out his hand and gestured up and down, left and right.

"The Sanbengzi we are sitting on requires 11 liters to fill up, which is 22 silver, and can run about 500 miles."

"At 22 o'clock, we have dozens of cars here. It costs a thousand taels of silver to refill the oil, and it can only run more than 500 miles. And then we have to refill it, which is not a small expense."

"It's so expensive. If you add this box of diesel, it's enough to buy a horse."

Hearing the price, the old man glared and subconsciously relaxed his foot on the accelerator.

In addition to passion and speed, this step also scattered a lot of copper coins.

Zhu Zhangui shrugged, "There's nothing you can do about it. There are gains and losses. If you want to have invincible speed and long-lasting endurance, there's no such thing as a good thing if you don't throw money at it."

After saying that, looking at the old man's distressed look, Zhu Zhangui pointed to the northern area and said, "But it will be different after we take over this place."

The old man raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean?"

Zhu Zhangui said excitedly: "There are countless black oils there. I have a refining method that can extract diesel from black oil. As long as we take over this site and find the black oil production area, after we establish a workshop,

There are countless amounts of diesel fuel that can never be used up, so we won’t have to ask that profiteer to buy diesel fuel.”

"And as far as I know, that profiteer has a larger transport vehicle over there, which runs faster and can haul more people and goods. Of course, it's also a big oil drinker."

"There are also chariots that are covered with steel and cannot be hurt by any sword, gun or stick. They are also oil-drinking lords."

"There are some other things. These are all things that we must equip the army in the future."

"If we don't occupy a place that produces oil, we will be trapped by that profiteer in the future."

After talking about the issue of oil, Zhu Zhangui continued: "In addition, there is coal for trains and steam engines of future armored battleships, as well as a gas that can be ignited to replace firewood."

"Besides, this place is very rich in minerals. Gold, silver, copper, and iron are all the ores you can think of in the world. You can find them here."

"Let me tell you this!"

Zhu Zhangui stretched out five fingers and made the final summary.

"As long as we take over this vast land, it will be enough for our descendants to ruin their families for at least 500 years."

"Crunch!"

The traveling San Bengzi suddenly stopped. Jiang Huai, who was observing the situation with a telescope from above, didn't pay attention and directly crashed through the baffle in front and flew out, screaming and falling into the grass.

Zhu Zhangui didn't notice it just now, and his head hit the front on the fender, and he gasped in pain.

"Why did you stop? Aren't you going to chase those prairie barbarians?"

Zhu Zhangui rubbed his head and looked at the old man depressedly.

"Chasing my ass!"

The old man glared and shouted to Jiang Huai who was lying on the grass and had not yet gotten up: "Is Jiang Aiqing okay? If not, come over and ring the car!"

"Oh, I'm coming right now!"

Hearing the old man's call, Jiang Huai ignored the pain on his body, rolled up and climbed up, ran to San Bengzi who had stopped, took out the rocker, and shook it hard.

"Tu tu tu tu..."

Soon, the stalled Sanbengzi sounded again. When Jianghuai climbed into the car, the old man turned the handlebar and turned around to walk back.

"What are you doing!"

Zhu Zhangui was a little confused, what was this old man doing?

"What else can we do? Go back and send troops to occupy the northernmost part. It is a treasure land, and we cannot let others take it away."

The old man, who was driving the car and was about to turn around, replied urgently.

Several black lines appeared on Zhu Zhangui's forehead.

Why does this old man think so often?

Zhu Zhangui just said so much, the main purpose is to get the old man to support him and occupy Siberia in the future, so that it can become the blood source of the Ming Dynasty, supply the entire Ming Dynasty, and extend the life of the Ming Dynasty indefinitely in the future.

But I didn't expect that this old man, once he heard how rich it was, he would stop chasing the prairie barbarians he was thinking of, and would instead lead his troops to occupy Siberia.

"Grandpa, you must be too impatient. No one has wanted that land for so many years, and it won't take more than a month or a year."

"Besides, with our Ming Dynasty watching from the side, no one dares to snatch food from the tiger's mouth."

"You, you should rest assured and go chase your prairie barbarians. I have already made arrangements there."

After Zhu Zaizhangui's repeated persuasion, the old man gave up the idea of ​​turning back immediately and sending troops to occupy Siberia.
To be continued...