"General, brothers, we're having a great time burning, killing, and looting."
"Our army is gradually encroaching on the territory of the Rakshasa Kingdom."
"If we now send all the brothers back on track and head straight for the enemy's vitals, many soldiers will likely be dissatisfied."
Mudra shook his head: "Our army is like a sharp knife now. What we need to do now is to quickly plunge it into the enemy's heart."
Mudra thrust his longsword toward St. Petersburg.
"Once we occupy this place, the Rakshasa Kingdom will be finished."
Mudra brandished his longsword on the map.
"At that time, the soldiers can massacre a city if they want, and occupy other territories if they want."
"I will make sure all the soldiers have a great time and have a lot of fun."
Even if Mudra said that.
Inside the tent, many people remained skeptical.
For them.
They were willing to condone their soldiers doing so.
The more loot his soldiers seized, the more they were given back to him.
By that time.
The more they get, the more they will be able to take.
If the army marches into St. Petersburg.
Almost everything that was seized had to be handed over to Mudra.
Mudra handed these things over to the Ottoman Emperor.
They will get very little by then.
"Did you all hear me clearly?"
Everyone nodded in agreement.
However, almost none of them are willing to seriously implement it.
At that very moment.
Several scout cavalrymen rode swiftly into the military camp.
Along the way, everyone tried to avoid them.
The scout cavalry charged straight to the entrance of Mudra's military tent.
They quickly dismounted.
"Reporting to the General..." The scout cavalrymen rushed into the central command tent. "His Majesty the Emperor has sent us to deliver a message."
"What's wrong? Did I lead a million-strong army to the Russian Kingdom? Has someone invaded our Ottoman Empire?"
Mudra's biggest worry right now is the Persian Empire.
The Persian Empire also had a massive army of millions.
The Persian Empire possessed formidable military strength across this vast land.
The Persian Empire, the Ottoman Empire, and the Russian Empire formed a tripartite balance of power.
Although the fighting strength of these three countries is not as good as that of the dozen or so countries in Europe.
However, they were numerous and powerful, and their territory was vast.
Although the dozen or so countries in Europe are technologically advanced, they do not dare to easily invade them.
"What exactly happened?" Mudra had a bad feeling.
"Louis XIV sent an army of 500,000 men, and these 500,000 men are heading straight for us."
The people inside the tent were stunned for a moment after hearing this.
"Why are they coming straight for us?"
"They're not targeting us; they also want to take down the Rakshasa."
Everyone present was furious upon hearing the news.
None of them expected that Louis XIV would suddenly intervene at this time.
“These bastards are always dreaming of something better. This Rakshasa is our territory, we absolutely cannot let others take it away!” Mudra slammed his hand on the table. “Everyone, we need to hurry up and take action.”
"General, should we be wary of Louis XIV's army?"
"We'll take St. Petersburg first. If Louis XIV's army opposes us, we'll fight them to the death."
Manuel: "General, you are right. How can we let others snatch away the fat meat that is already in our mouths?"
"If they want to take it from us, then let's have a proper discussion with them."
Suleiman: "General, we need to make two plans now."
Mudra: "We need to send envoys to talk to them. This is our territory, and no one should interfere. If anyone tries to meddle, don't blame me for turning against them."
The others were also furious when they heard this.
"This is the territory we set our sights on first, and no one has the right to take it from us."
"What's Louis XIV? If they piss us off, we'll wipe them out."
"Such a scoundrel only thinks about good things."
A string of curses came from inside the tent.
Everyone was cursing Louis XIV.
...
Orenburg.
Dozens of farms were engulfed in flames.
The raging fire illuminated half the sky.
As the sun sets, its rays bleed like blood, the mountains stand tall like forests, and thick smoke billows into the sky.
The raging fire and the evening glow in the sky complemented each other.
Orenburg is like a living hell.
In these dozens of farms, the Ottoman soldiers were like beasts.
They abused women with impunity.
They slaughtered civilians without restraint.
Take what you can.
What they couldn't take, they smashed and burned.
On the road.
Hundreds of Ottoman soldiers drove away thousands of civilians.
They drove these tens of thousands of people into a huge room.
"You beasts, hurry up!"
"Get inside right now."
“If you dawdle any longer, I’ll stab you all to death.” These ferocious Ottoman soldiers brandished their whips and rifle butts.
The whip and the butt of the gun struck the people again and again.
Both sides of the road.
Women were being violated everywhere.
Those women who were violated suffered a fate worse than death, screaming in agony.
Anyone who dared to look twice was met with gunfire and assassination.
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