"This is beef jerky brought back from the grassland. There are more wolves and less meat. Almost all of it was robbed as soon as we came back.

These are specially reserved for you. Try them!" Hugjiril put a cloth bag on the table.

The people with the most spending power in Kiev are naturally the soldiers of the Ming Army. Where there is demand, there is supply. This is an unbreakable principle of market economy.

Because most of the Ming Army soldiers, especially those in Russia, were from Liaodong, Shandong and Gyeonggi and Hebei.

As a result, the service industry establishments that sprung up like mushrooms all had names with very regional characteristics.

For example: Northeastern Restaurant, Shandong Noodle House, Northeastern Dumplings, Dezhou Braised Chicken, Jingshi Roast Duck, Tianjin Weida Copper Hot Pot...!

Of course, there are unconventional ones such as Mount Kumgang BBQ.

Authentic Korean flavor, even the service staff are all beautiful girls recruited from Goryeo.

Wearing traditional Korean clothes, she would dance Arirang in the huge lobby from time to time.

Barbecue is actually nothing, it's just a stove with a diamond mesh on top. Raw beef is mixed with oil and cut into slices and served directly.

The beef is grilled on the King Kong grill, dipped in seasonings and eaten right away.

As for the seasonings, they vary according to preference, either dry or thin. Which one you prefer depends entirely on your own taste.

Those who are more particular about it will also wrap up some lettuce and eat it.

Anyway, most people who eat this food just want to try it out. What keeps the soldiers coming and going are the pretty North Korean girls.

Many of these Korean girls have been learning Chinese since childhood. Because they are very close to Liaodong, many of them speak with an authentic Liaodong accent, which makes the Liao soldiers sound very friendly.

Now, the old monkey holds two beautiful Korean girls in his arms.

"Thank you, brother. You Mongolians are very particular. You are much better than those guys in our company!"

Thanks! Thanks! Haha...!" The old monkey took a bag of beef jerky, weighed it with his hands and put it behind him.

"There are not many delicious flavors on the grassland. It's a pity that there is no authentic roasted whole lamb in Kiev, otherwise I would treat you to a good meal."

This beef jerky is quite good, as it was dried by my grandma herself. Chili peppers purchased from the Han people were specially added, which changed the taste a bit.

It’s the best thing to drink with this beef jerky.”

Hugjiril laughed heartily, and with a wave of his hand, the maid brought out plates of beef.

“How about this Korean flavor!

The taste of Korean barbecue is good, but how can it compare with this Korean style. Thank you, brother, for inviting me to such a good place.

I’ve wanted to come here for a long time, but it’s a pity that I’m short of money. Haha!”

The old monkey smiled and bowed his hand to Hugjiril, and Ding San next to him also bowed his hand.

There was only one maid beside Ding San, who was dedicated to helping Ding San cook the meat. He was as stuffy as a gourd and didn't say much. He just stuffed the roasted beef into his mouth, dipping it in the sauce.

After Ben arrived in Kiev, Lao Houhou and Ding San prepared to treat Batu and Hugjiril to a meal.

If Ding San wants to settle on the border between Ming and Mongolia in the future, he must say hello to these people.

Mongolia actually has no army. The only army is the Qianwangzhang Army. It is the personal army of Geritu Khan, and it is only equipped with light weapons such as Aka rifles and box cannons.

Heavy weapons..., if mortars are included, they can be considered to have heavy weapons.

The Ming Dynasty had very strict arms control over Mongolia. An ordinary leader was only allowed to have ten guns at home. If an extra gun was not found, the consequences would be very severe.

It can range from fines to confiscation of fiefdoms, to serious cases of direct execution.

If Geritu Khan wants to rule the grasslands in the future, the most likely candidates to use are these Mongolian battalion officers and soldiers who have fought in battles.

Batu and Hugjirel were nothing in the Liao army. But when they returned to the Great Mongolia, they could be regarded as the mainstay of the Mongolian army in the future.

Isn't it safe to establish a good relationship with them and get a piece of land on the border to be the leader in the future?

I originally thought of resting for two days and chatting with the two of them again. However, I didn't expect that Hugjirel invited the old monkey to dinner first.

In the past, Ding San would never have come. But today, Ding San made an exception and participated.

However, being able to sit and drink together is already the limit. It would be really difficult for Ding San to let him be as well-versed in the world as the old monkey.

"To be honest, our buddy has made a little money in the Middle East recently. He is also planning to have a drink with you and Batu.

But now that Batu has been promoted, and the battalion commander has become the regiment commander, I am afraid that our brother’s status is a bit too high to reach.”

The old monkey held the wine glass and clinked a drink with Hugjirel!

"We Mongolians don't know how to talk in a roundabout way. We happen to have something to discuss with my brother." Hugjiril thought for a long time and didn't think of how to speak clearly.

The character of a Mongolian man is to be direct and forthright, so it is really difficult for him to learn to speak in roundabout ways.

"Oh, Brother Hugjirel has something to do, but it's okay to say it." The old monkey blinked his eyes. He didn't understand what Hugjirile would ask him for.

"That's right!

Our regiment lacks a chief of staff. Brother Batu means... that he wants you to take over.

How about it?" Hugjirel simply said clearly.

"Chief of staff of the regiment, dear, isn't that a lieutenant colonel?" The old monkey had already eaten. The rank of the chief of staff of the regiment and the deputy commander of the regiment are the same.

The regiment leader is a colonel, so he is naturally a lieutenant colonel.

It was quite tempting for me, a captain and company commander, to be directly promoted to lieutenant colonel and chief of staff.

If it were any other army, this would almost be considered a success.

But the Mongolian group...!

Everyone knows that this is a force destined to be disbanded.

No matter how distinguished the Mongolian regiment's military exploits were, how brave they fought, and how glorious their results were, they could not escape the fate of being disbanded in battle.

There is no way, because the Mongolian regiment is not the Ming army.

There are very few people from the vassal country in the front-line combat troops. Those who can rush to the front line like the Mongolian regiment are definitely rare.

However, due to the constraints of the vassal state, the Ming Dynasty would never allow the vassal state to have a strong armed force.

As a result, none of the officers of the Ming Dynasty were willing to serve as officers in the Mongolian regiment.

Because no matter how great your military exploits are, it will be nothing after disbandment.

The old monkey didn't think much about it. In fact, he just didn't want to be an official.

If he wants to be an official, he should at least be a deputy commander based on his military exploits.

Now suddenly a lieutenant colonel's hat was placed on his head, which surprised the old monkey.

"Brother Hugjirel, thank you for your kindness to Brother Batu. But... I am not an official. Besides, I can't bear to part with these brothers of mine.

You know, the division will never allow a Han company in the Mongolian regiment."

The old monkey said helplessly.

The old monkey’s words made Hugjiril’s heart freeze!

Indeed, the troops are all familiar with them. Now that they have to leave suddenly, no one will be willing to leave.

Especially, coming to this Mongolian camp that is so boring.

"It doesn't matter, drink! Drink!" Hugjirel picked up the wine glass and drank a glass of wine on his own without caring about the old monkey.

"However, if my brother can be accommodated, I would also like to serve as chief of staff in the Mongolian regiment!" Seeing Hugjirel's appearance, the old monkey said in a very embarrassed tone.

In fact, he was already happy!

Others would worry that the Mongolian regiment would be disbanded after the war, but he was not worried at all.

The reason is very simple, the old monkey doesn't like being an official.

Smoking, drinking, and whoring are all his favorites. But being an official...

In fact, it's not that I don't want to be an official, it's just that I'm not used to it and don't like the intrigues in officialdom.

"Oh...! If you have any requests, feel free to ask for them. As long as we can satisfy them, we will certainly satisfy them." Huge Jirel's eyes lit up.

"I will be the chief of staff, and he will be the deputy chief of staff. It's that simple! We two brothers are inseparable from the weight!" The old monkey pointed at Ding San.

Of course, Huge Jirel recognized Ding San, but Ding San was usually silent at the wine table. Huge Jirel didn't even say a few words to him!

It's this kind of relationship where we can say we know each other, but we can say we're familiar with each other, but we're definitely not familiar with each other.

"Sure! Brother Ding is also a good fighter. Coming to the Mongolian regiment as deputy chief of staff is exactly what we want.

Brother Ding, you are the deputy chief of staff." Although he did not get Batu's authorization, Hugjirel agreed.

He is not afraid that Batu will not agree, nor is he afraid that the teacher will not agree.

It is simply a dream to have someone willing to serve as an official in the Mongolian regiment.

"Okay, in this case, from now on we will be brothers who stir the pot. Go ahead!" The old monkey picked up the wine glass, clinked a glass with Hugjirel, and also pulled Ding San beside him.

"Oh...fuck it!" Ding San also picked up the wine glass.

Hugjirel was naturally overjoyed to have achieved his goal, and the Mongolian officers from several Mongolian regiments around him also made toasts frequently.

These two will be the future chiefs and deputy chiefs of staff of the Mongolian regiment.
To be continued...