"The Prime Minister asked me to bring you a word, and this is for all the Fuso samurai......" Ryoma Sakamoto sat on a collapsed wall with the help of sailors. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"The prime minister said that war is destined to kill people, this is something that no one can avoid, and even the slaughter of cities is sometimes a means of war...... But you have to remember that war kills, but the purpose of war is not to kill people!"

"The essence of war is the pursuit of national interests, we need territorial expansion, we need fairer commercial treaties, and we need more resources and living space for our nation......"

"This is the essence of war, and death and killing are nothing but an unavoidable by-product of the fight for national interests!"

"We are not afraid of death, but we cannot enjoy it...... The spirit of Japanese bushido is a bit too much of a mythical death, and it even rises to a ritual!"

"That's not right, look at you, you're actually enjoying the process of killing! How is this good? You should be enjoying the process of grabbing national interests after victory, how can you take killing people as fun?"

Sakamoto Ryoma rubbed his temples in pain, "Pass the general's order, all Fuso samurai will withdraw from the battle from this moment and gather in the camp outside the city, and they will not participate in the follow-up battle without an order......"

"My lord!" all the Fuso warriors present were dumbfounded, they didn't expect the consequences of this city slaughter competition to be so serious, and they were directly sent into the cold palace.

"Don't say it, let's go, I'll tell you what's wrong with you......"

The group of Fuso warriors stood up like the walking dead, looking around at the results of their bloody night, and now at dawn Qian was expelled, they were reluctant but helpless.

was walking, and suddenly a familiar figure appeared in front of him, it was Ma Hui and Ding Si who were escorting a group of prisoners on the street for screening.

A group of Russian soldiers crouched on the ground with their heads in their hands, and a circle of volunteers was carrying bright bayonets to identify them one by one.

Ding Sisi shouted, "You, you, you...... The three of you stand up and report your ranks and names!"

Moshenko...... Captain and Company Commander of the 3rd Battalion of the Far Eastern Grenadier!" The officer, whose face was full of wounds and his beard was burned, saluted and replied in humiliation.

There is an interpreter behind Ding Si who is checking the other party's military ID, and then with armbands, collar flowers, and epaulettes...... and so on all the places where the identity was recorded to compare and verify, and finally nodded.

"Well, you have passed, you can go to the Southern Security Zone to assemble, go over there to sign, and follow Andreev and them to the Ryukyus...... , even if you go far, I heard that there is heaven on earth, my Uncle Ding hasn't been there yet, you should go and enjoy the blessings first...... Next!"

"Avasi...... Second Lieutenant Platoon Commander, 2nd Battalion, 3rd Regiment, 1st Division......"

"Okay, okay, why is there so much nonsense? Just know your name and rank, and shut up the rest...... Well, the identity verification is correct"

"Next...... Huh?" Ding Si's eyes suddenly lit up, and then Ma Hui behind him also stood up, "This gentleman, may I ask your name!"

The uniforms worn by senior officers are different, and you can already tell you if you look at the embroidery and fabrics on them, including the white cotton shirt inside.

"This is my officer ID, I am Alyosha, deputy commander of the First Division of the Far Eastern Army, with the rank of colonel......" The officer really has the courage of an officer, it may be that he has some respect for some majors and lieutenants when he sees these Chinese, so he is more relieved, and his expression at the moment is very relaxed.

Ding Si and Ma Hui looked at each other and smiled, "It seems that you are a senior officer, your identity needs to be better screened, please rest in the wooden house next to you...... Someone, get some coffee, bread, and captured sausages for this officer!"

As soon as they heard that there was bread and sausages to eat, the remaining junior officers, the Hull soldiers, were a little commotion, they had already been hungry all night of bloodshed, and in addition to the lack of food for a winter, bread and sausages were the dreams of all soldiers.

"Be honest! Be honest...... Do a group of soldiers still want to eat the sausages of the officers? There is a black bread stew and sauerkraut for you to eat, so be honest......

The bayonets suppressed the officers and soldiers present, and the screening work was carried out in an intense and orderly manner, which big-headed soldiers were easy to recognize, and it could be seen by looking at the military uniforms, and the junior officers did not have to bother, and sent them all directly to the southern seashore.

Deputy Division Commander Alyosha walked into the wooden house, a warmth came to his face, and when he looked up, he saw that there were already two colleagues waiting here, and the sausages were being roasted with wooden sticks above the stove, and the strong aroma of coffee filled the entire wooden house.

At first glance, they are all acquaintances, the three colonels are division commanders, and the three of them often drink together on weekdays, Alyosha heart in the stomach, it seems that these Chinese still respect senior officers very much, it seems that they are much stronger than ordinary barbarians.

Without being polite, Alyosha picked up the sausages and bread from the stove and devoured them, and after a while a Chinese soldier even brought a bottle of high rum to the three of them.

"It's better to be an official! We are all captives, and we still have wine to drink! We only had a drinking party for ten days of training as soldiers, and we are so hungry that I ...... death."

There is not a single Russian who is not a drinker, and when he saw that it was Amami Oshima's specialty of the famous rum, the three of them had blue eyes, and they dried up all the coffee with their necks tilted, and then they began to divide the spirits and drink, and Goo Dong drank a glass first.

"There is wine to drink, it seems that these volunteers don't want to be killed, and there should be negotiations later! We still have hope of going home, great!"

A bottle of liquor was drunk in three or two sips, and the three of them, who were full of wine and food, were thinking about when they would be able to return to China, when suddenly the wooden door was knocked open, and Ding Si and Ma Hui rushed in with a group of wolf-like soldiers.

"Have you drunk the severed head wine, then let's go on the road!"

"What? God! This is Chinese legendary guillotine! They want to kill us......" The three of them reacted really quickly, jumped up and picked up the stool, and were about to resist.

"You are violating the public law of the nations! We are high-ranking officers, we are nobles, and we still have immunity from war! This is no longer a battlefield, you can't kill me......

Ding, there was a lot of fighting in the wooden house, and at this time, even three tigers could not withstand a group of wolves besieging them, and soon three hemp ropes were put around their necks, and the soldier in the back pocket sneered.

"I'm sorry! We volunteers love to play new jobs, and we will kill the officials today, not the soldiers......!

Outside the wooden house, the eyes of the Fuso samurai such as Maori Ichigen were round, and they watched as the three colonels and division commanders were strangled to death, and finally their eyes protruded exactly like the eyes of dead fish.