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

Those on the city wall only saw the spoils of war, but they did not see the tall Aguda, whose thick fur revealed the muzzle of his matchlock musket.

If Misha showed even the slightest sign of distress, Aguda would not hesitate to fire immediately.

The fortress could wait for the main army to arrive before attacking, but the Jurchens brought along couldn't die in vain; after more than two months, they had developed feelings for the people.

The cold wind was biting as night approached, but Misha was sweating profusely. He forced himself to calm down and waved to the Cossack mercenaries on the city wall.

"Open the door quickly, it's me, Misha!"

"I'm back!"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, the Cossack mercenaries on the city wall had no doubt whatsoever, especially since there were indeed more than twenty large reindeer tied to the sled behind them.

Click, click, click, the wooden door slowly opened.

After Misha rode his horse into the fortress, he did not go to the governor's mansion immediately. Instead, he climbed the ladder towards the city wall, speaking in a lighthearted tone.

"We stumbled upon a tribe in the wild today, and found a real treasure! Let me show you!"

Upon hearing this, the mercenaries had no doubt whatsoever. When they went out and obtained something good, they would share it with others, such as robbing teapots or lacquered wooden boxes from the steppe people.

Misha quickly climbed the city wall, followed by more than a dozen people, one of whom was exceptionally tall and had already drawn his bow and arrow.

Upon seeing this, the Cossack mercenary immediately stretched out his hand and shouted, while looking incredulous.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?!"

Unfortunately, Aguda showed no mercy.

With a whoosh, the arrow pierced the Cossack mercenary's neck, giving him no chance to cry out.

Misha watched his best friend die and tried to stop Aguda, but it was too late. All ten men behind Aguda had already fired their arrows.

These ten men were all brave hunters, possessing extraordinary strength and archery skills. Arrows as thick as a thumb could pin a man directly to a log.

Thus, the ten Cossack mercenaries patrolling the east gate, before they could fully recover, all met their demise.

These people, as elite hunters, prioritize killing as many wild beasts as possible when faced with them, rather than capturing them alive, because they don't have that many hands. Their approach is to be quick, accurate, and ruthless!

At this moment, the remaining thirty Jurchen cavalrymen, along with more than twenty Cossack mercenaries, arrived at the East Gate. Aguda gathered everyone together, assigned their respective tasks, and then drew his long sword.

"Everyone, split up and wait at the city walls rather than launch a direct assault. Let's all try to survive!"

"action!"

At Aguda's command, groups of twenty men charged toward the other three city walls, each group accompanied by seven or eight Cossacks to prevent them from gathering together and causing trouble.

Aguda, on the other hand, led twenty men to the governor's mansion in the very center, intending to kill the Russians there.

After the first team arrived at the south gate, they immediately hid in the shadows, as this was the only way for the change of guards. Then they quietly waited for the enemy to change guards.

To avoid being noticed, they didn't even dare to breathe loudly until the ten Cossack mercenaries changed shifts, at which point the two junior officers launched the attack.

It was almost completely dark by then, and it was difficult to aim accurately when shooting arrows. In order not to make too much noise, these people followed the plan and rushed forward in pairs, with one person responsible for grabbing the enemy and covering his mouth.

Another person quickly slit their own throat with a knife.

Although it could be accomplished by one person, the probability of success was too low, and Aguda did not want to take the risk.

After dealing with the Cossacks who came to relieve the troops, the twenty-odd men quickly arrived at the city walls and had the captured Cossacks lure people down to kill them.

Since it was already dark and it was time for the change of shifts, the Cossacks on the city wall were less vigilant and actually left their muskets on the wall before coming down.

That's how Tsarist Russia was; they gave Cossacks cheap labor but never enough weapons and equipment. As a result, ten Cossack mercenaries were inexplicably murdered with their throats slit.

Thus, the south gate was occupied.

Meanwhile, Aguda finally found the governor's mansion in the center of the Nerchinsk fortress. Without stopping, he drew his bow and nocked an arrow, his eagle eyes aiming out of the corner of his eye.

Just one arrow.

He then shot and killed the guards on the roof.

"Follow me and charge in! Leave no one alive!"

After giving the order, Aguda charged forward and smashed the simple gate to pieces!

The commotion woke up almost everyone around, and they hurriedly got dressed.

Unfortunately, it was too late. The Jurchens rushed into the houses and dealt with the unarmed Russian soldiers, wielding their sharp longswords as easily as killing chickens.

Aguda even used both hands to grab the necks of two Russian soldiers and pin them against the wall to their deaths.

Meanwhile, in the backyard of the governor's mansion, Andrei, a handsome man in his thirties with blond hair, was looking at a book with a magnifying glass. When he came across a particularly interesting passage, he couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"In this book, *The History of the Great Chinese Empire*, Mendoza describes the Ming Dynasty as so wealthy that even ordinary farmers had new clothes. Then how powerful must the Qing Dynasty have been, defeating the Ming decades ago, and then the Han Dynasty, which defeated the Qing again last year!"

"Moreover, farmers in their country can actually become generals of an empire through war. It's a pity I'm not in this country. If I were, with my abilities, I, An Yilie, might also become a general and command tens of thousands of troops in my lifetime."

Just as Andrei was lost in his fantasy, he heard the sound of a door being slammed shut, followed by increasingly clear screams.

Without a second thought, Andrei grabbed a short-handled matchlock gun, skillfully loaded it with ammunition, lit the match, and pushed open the door to leave.

The first thing he saw was Aguda, who pinned his two personal guards to the wall with his bare hands.

"Go to hell!"

After giving a rebuke, Andrei aimed his short-handled matchlock gun at Aguda and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

With a bang, the lead bullet easily pierced the flesh, and blood spurted out!

However, the body of a personal guard was hit.

Aguda actually used both hands to hold up two corpses weighing about 100 pounds each to block his musket fire.

Is this God?

Aguda had no idea what Andrei was thinking. He abandoned the two corpses and rushed forward, grabbing Andrei by the neck and making a move to punch him to death.

"Don't kill me, I'm useful!"

Almost immediately, Andrei hurriedly shouted in Mongolian and frantically waved his arms at Aguda.

Aguda had never seen golden hair before. After a moment's thought, he threw Andrei directly to the ground.

"Are you the highest-ranking official in this city?"

Andrei touched his throat, feeling the strange force he had just experienced, and felt as if he had almost seen God.

"Yes, I am the highest-ranking officer of this fortress. My name is Andrei, cough cough!"

"You are very strong!"