"Ohhh, the ocean! We finally made it!!!"
"Hahahahaha!!"
A loud cheer was heard from a group of burly tribal men standing on top of a hill several kilometres off the coast of the Sea of Japan.
They were the regimental commanders Peter had appointed, tasked with finding a safe passage between Western Siberia and the easternmost point of the Far East.
Generals Ivan Timofeyevich, Künney Mongush Ugor, Baldan Dorzhievich Tseren, and Nurali Batyr-Uly Khasanov all clenched their fists and roared at the top of their lungs.
The hardships they had to face were not normal, even for them, who had grown up in the ice-cold Siberian wilderness. The travel was fraught with dangers everywhere. It isn't too extreme to say that throughout the journey, as soon as they left the Nerchinsk fortress built by the Tsar's Russian Empire, they were walking a thin line between life and death.
