Colonial Era: From Remnants to European Dominator

"bass---"

A silk handkerchief embroidered with a qilin wiped across the back of the scimitar, each wipe leaving a blood-red mark.

"Brother, what do we do with these scoundrels? Taking them along will consume so much food." Li Yuanheng, clad in black leather armor, casually slid his freshly polished scimitar into its sheath on his horse. He then glanced at Hu Wu behind him, followed by a look at the group of Qing soldiers standing under the tree, their uniforms stripped of their armor, and sneered.

"Cut off your braid and bury it on the spot—"

"Yes, sir!!"

Hu Wu chuckled, then swaggered towards the resting group.

"Draw blood from the two squads that didn't bleed just now. The rest of you, continue cleaning up and await orders!!"

Before long, the area under the poplar trees was filled with Qing soldiers, their shirts stripped off. With swift strokes of their blades, more than twenty "rat tails" fell onto the yellow earth, followed by cries in Northwestern Mandarin, and a single, solitary sound:

"You bunch of Nikan! Even if I die, I'll still be your master in the afterlife. Come on, if I cry out in pain, I'll be no longer a member of the Bordered Red Banner!"

Among the kneeling crowd, the last man, a rough-looking man with a short beard and a cut queue, was resisting continuously, muttering incantations:

"Kill me if you want! How dare you nuns touch the queues of the Eight Banners men?"

Li Yuanheng, who was still grooming his warhorse's mane, heard the shout, his eyes narrowed sharply, and he immediately turned to give the order:

"Hu Wu, stop digging the pit. Kill the rest quickly, except for this scoundrel. As for this scoundrel, since it likes that rat tail so much, let it go on its way."

Hu Wu hurriedly accepted the order, then instructed the two squads of new recruits who hadn't yet shed blood to carry out the executions as quickly as possible. He then pointed to a large tree in the forest and said:

"Let's plant this tree and fertilize it on the spot."

Several pitiful cries echoed across the loess land. The "hero of the Red Banner" who had just been so resolute was now like a "wild boar" waiting to be slaughtered, constantly thrashing its two rough hooves on the tree. Below its head, a thin but exceptionally strong braid, about the size of two or three copper coins, was firmly tied to its neck, suspending it securely from the tree trunk. It continued to emit pitiful cries, but gradually its strength gave way, and they slowly faded into silence.

In less than a few urinations, the wild boar lost its previous vigor.

A gust of cold wind carrying the scent of sand swept across Li Yuanheng's helmet, even giving the naan bread in his mouth a hint of desert fragrance. Gazing at the cold and desolate Western Desert, even though he had long been accustomed to such a life, he couldn't help but recall the dazzling modern city of his previous life, and the "cargo whistle" that still echoed in his ears.

That's right, Zhou Heng, no, Li Yuanheng, was also a victim of the truck.

Unlike others who frequently travel to fantasy or magical worlds, he arrived in ancient times, specifically in Jinshan Prefecture in the Western Regions after the fall of the Ming Dynasty, a city created by Han Chinese.

[The Altai region in later times included parts of eastern Kazakhstan.]

According to the current calendar year of Chongzhen 112, more than 60 years have passed since Emperor Gaozu of Li traveled to the northern deserts and western regions when the Ming Dynasty fell, and finally led his border soldiers and his family across thousands of miles to the foot of Jinshan. It has also been 95 years since the Ming Dynasty was destroyed.

Ninety-five years have passed. According to the historical timeline in my memory, this is the fourth year of the Qianlong reign, which is the end of September 1739 in the Gregorian calendar. The time span is quite large.

The so-called time travel is laughable. It's just that the previous body took a nap and woke up to find himself in a different person. It's hard to tell whether it was Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly or Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly.

However, he has an extra memory in his mind, and to this day Li Yuanheng is still wondering whether he transmigrated into his past or became him.

"Brother, you've rested enough."

Just as Li Yuanheng was lost in thought, Hu Wu, who was beside him, led his horse to him.

Taking the reins, Li Yuanheng spun around and mounted the fine horse from the Western Regions named Zidian. He glanced back at the wild boar still hanging in the tree, ignoring the oncoming sandstorm.

"go home!!"

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[The ridiculous Russians got what they wanted, just like in their dreams --- Vienna Daily]

[The filthy Ottomans, the unlucky Austrians, and the foolish Slavic bears—a contract that could be torn up at any moment, called Belgrade!! ---The Times]

On September 18, 1739, Russia, Austria, and the Ottoman Empire jointly signed an agreement called the "Belgrad Agreement".

According to the agreement, Russia would regain the Azov region, but it would have to dismantle all its fortifications and would be prohibited from deploying a fleet in the Black Sea. Its merchant ships would also need permission from the Ottoman Empire to sail in the Black Sea. Austria, the other party in the war, would return to the Ottoman Empire, northern Serbia, including Belgrade, as well as Bosnia and the land of Little Wallachia.

On the surface, Austria suffered the most losses in this war, but the real loser was Russia. After all, Russia put in a lot of effort and won many impressive victories throughout the war, but in the end, due to changes in the situation, it could only end a war that seemed to be a victory but was actually a defeat in a muddled way.

This is precisely why, after the agreement was signed, there was a surge of opposition within Russia, with calls for a renewed war constantly emerging.