Intelligence work has always been Wang Huaiyuan's pride, and when it comes to the deciphered Russian telegraph code, the legendary intelligence leader of the East nodded with satisfaction: "That's right, under our intelligence network, the information exchange of the Russians is transparent, since the prime minister made a judgment based on such detailed information, it must not be wrong......"

cough cough cough ...... Sakamoto Ryoma, this is the first time to see Wang Huaiyuan boasting about himself, at that time, he choked on a sip of tea and coughed for a long time: "It seems that you are really not worried about this war!

In fact, the more crazy the enemy is, the more he takes his life seriously, the more it shows that they are powerless to return to the sky! Now the big drama is no longer on the battlefield, but outside the battlefield!

Listening to Wang Huaiyuan's words, Xiao Letian nodded, "That's right, Luo Huo is still reliable, he personally suppressed the enemy, and now the main battlefield has been transferred to other places, such as the crisis in the south ticket, for example, the attitude of Britain and France after the war......"

"Wait...... I suddenly remembered that there was someone, what about our old friend Molière, wouldn't it really follow the St. Peter into the sea?" Xiao Lotian asked suddenly.

Wang Huaiyuan frowned and said, "I don't know, the time is too tight, and the battlefield is still so chaotic, we can't confirm it at all...... But I've always had a feeling that this scourge won't die so easily!"

"Why? Because this kind of human dignity has long been thrown into the sea, and he has been questioned and reviled in France after failure, and if he really has dignity, he should have committed suicide by drinking bullets!"

"But he didn't, he was still alive, and even half of his face was burned like a ghost, and he wasn't dead...... is still working hard against us, this kind of person has become completely perverted, he lives for hatred, nothing else matters!"

"Revenge comes first, in order to take revenge, he can definitely live, even if he eats, he will live in humiliation...... He's fantasizing about watching us perish!"

Xiao Letian nodded, "Your analysis is very correct, this scourge can't stay, find him, kill him!"

Is Molière still alive? The answer is yes, at this moment on the edge of the battlefield, at the junction of the defense area of the White Tiger Division and the Suzaku Division, in a large bush, Molière pressed against a soldier's body, his left hand covered the soldier's mouth, and the sharp dagger in his right hand had pierced into the soldier's ribs, stirring and chopping the heart.

The corpse was getting colder and colder, and the three subordinates around looked at everything in front of them numbly, no one spoke or moved. It was not the enemy who was stabbed to death by Molière, but the French intelligence officer who was with them.

After escaping from the St. Peter, Molière was followed by a total of 12 intelligence officers, all of whom had been with him for many years, loyal and capable.

However, in the face of war, personal ability could not withstand the rain of bullets, the small boat struggled to move forward on the sea, the sky was full of flying cannonballs and bullets, and the exploding water waves were overwhelming.

Even the shock waves of several mine explosions reached Molière's dinghy, and one by one his men died, some drowned, some died by shrapnel, some were killed by stray bullets, and by the time they fled to the beach, only five of the 12 men remained.

And that's not all, when they entered the mountains and tried to assemble with the large army on the top of the mountain, they encountered the lone Chinese soldiers twice in a row, and neither side knew how many people there were on each side in the night, and after a crackling firefight, Molière's men became the last three.

Molière had just killed a man who had been shot in the chest, and he had seen the wound and knew that God could not save it, and all he could do was to give him his last ride.

"My friend, you should go to God first! I will struggle for a while in this cruel world, but sooner or later I will go to you!"

"Close your eyes! You are happy, and this nightmare is over early, but we still have to struggle! Don't hate me, don't hate me!"

Blood began to seep down Molière's hand, the slimy smell of blood was pungent, and the subordinate's eyes finally dispersed, God knows if he forgave Molière, anyway, Molière himself felt that he had forgiven him.

Abandoning their dead men, the four of them were silent for a few minutes, and one of them said, "What should we do now?" Chinese surrounded by the top of the mountain, we can't meet Exxon at all...... But what if they converge? Aren't they still surrounding themselves surrounded by enemies?"

Molière shook his head: "No, we must find a way to converge, the more dangerous we must find the crowd, the strength of a single person is weak, now it is dark we can hide for a while, tomorrow after the sun comes out, the Chinese will definitely search the mountains in a big way!"

"This is Xiao Letian's home field, as long as he can control the rhythm of the war, he can play as much as he wants, and when tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of reserve soldiers or simply ordinary people land on this island and start to assist the army in combat, we have nowhere to hide if we want to!"

"Hey...... You can only join the army, and you can hold out as long as you can......"

The three men had no choice but to nod their heads and accept Molière's idea, but one of the first tasks before them was how to break through the enemy's lines.

"The Chinese position is right in front of us, how can we get there? Just rely on the four of us to sneak in? Tangwan Mountain has been surrounded into an iron bucket...... Wait! Look......."

In the midst of the exclamation, the four of them looked at the top of the mountain, only to find that on the high Tangwan Mountain, the sound of sudden killing shook the sky, and the guns rang out, and the figures of countless Russian soldiers were beating in the light and shadow of the torches, killing the position of the new army like a tide.

"Oh God, Axon are organizing a night fight? It seems that God still loves us, and our chance has come...... Creeping forward, choosing opportunities to infiltrate the past!"

The large-scale counterattack of the Tsarist Russian soldiers did bring hope to Molière, and their position was the place where the two divisions intersected, and the subordination of the defense area was very chaotic, and they couldn't see anything in peacetime, but once they fought, it was the easiest place to make mistakes.

As long as you can lurk quietly, there must be a chance! But I never expected that what Molière was waiting for was actually a big gift package that made him jaw-dropping.

Wave after wave of Russian death squads rushed down the mountain, and the Marine front, which was caught off guard, was rushed to pieces, although it did not collapse, but there were crises everywhere.

Then the opportunity for the troops to move back and forth, the Molière dead slowly crawled between the rocks and trees, getting closer and closer to the main battlefield, and just as they were about to break through, suddenly a strange point of light appeared in front of them.

"Shh......h What's that? It's in the middle of the war!"