Volume VIII 1232 The Temptation of the Poisonous Tongue

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Molière knew that his abilities had been respected by the polar bears, and this was because of his excellent intelligence skills, and he was trying to win him over.

He smiled, "Thank you for the kindness of the commander, but we have to win this battle first......!

It may be that Belayi's victory made Stefansky a little proud, and he was in a very relaxed mood at the moment: "No, no, no, I have no doubt about victory, now all I care about is how big the fruits of victory are, and how much we have lost......"

"Those Chinese soldiers in Bai Layi are indeed very brave, this is the first time I have seen such a fierce spirit of death in Asians, and they can launch a suicide attack with explosives, which shows that this is a group of real soldiers......"

"But Monsieur Molière, you have to remember, after all, war is a highly specialized profession, and it is not enough to have no blood......"

Molière thought back to the soldiers that Bai Layi resisted, and then thought about the soldiers he met when he attacked Naha, frowned slightly and said, "No, no, no, you are a little careless, I am sure that those soldiers of Bai Layi are all third-rate troops under Xiao Letian, I have fought against his elite army before, and they are still much more powerful than those people!"

Stefansky smiled and waved his hand, "Of course, of course, no one can send the elite to the distant reclamation area, but even if Xiao Letian's elite combat power is three times that of these third-rate troops, it will not be our opponent, I have confidence in my boys......"

Obviously, Molière and Stefansky made a mistake, they regarded the militia team spontaneously organized by the Chinese in Borneo as the regular army under Xiao Letian, and they never thought that those young people who sacrificed their lives to fight were actually not in the sequence of Xiao Letian's army at all.

And at this moment, the real core elite, those tiger ben who are armed to the teeth, have already built a big cage in Wanguo Jinliang above the East China Sea, just waiting for this polar bear to crash into it.

"Honorable sir, there is a sentence I want to send to you, in Europe, especially Britain and France, China has always been called the adventurer's paradise, at first I thought that this title only belonged to Shanghai, but later my research on China found that this paradise is actually very big, far from a Shanghai can include ......"

"Look at this rolling coastline, have you ever seen such a fertile land in cold Russia? It is warm all year round, there is no winter, only spring and summer!"

"There are warm, ice-free ports everywhere, and the water is deep enough for you to moor a 10,000-ton ship, not only that, but each port can get the economic resources of countless satellite cities around it, and each port is actually a huge economic circle......"

"Hehe, just now you also looked at the map, not far from the bow of our ship, is the most famous Minjiang River estuary in Fujian, where there is a city called Fuzhou, which is now controlled by British businessmen......"

"Don't underestimate this city, because it is located at the mouth of the Min River, if anyone can control it, they can use the convenient water system of the Min River to drive the market of millions of people on both sides of the river...... You think that's millions of people, how many goods do you have to produce, how many resources do you have to provide?"

Molière was very good at seducing these Russian warriors, and he began to paint a very beautiful golden picture of these people, although the territory of Tsarist Russia was vast, but the population was really thin, and many times the towns of one or two thousand people dared to call them cities.

Molière knew too well the psychology of these Tsarist Russian elites, a group of savages living in cold regions who simply dreamed of a rich life in warm regions.

Deep-water ports that never freeze, golden shipping routes close to the ocean, fertile land suitable for farming, and of course millions of industrious people like worker bees. All the qiē was the dream of Tsarist Russia for thousands of years.

Now that history has finally opened the door to an opportunity, the weak Qing Dynasty has lost its defensive capabilities, and the savage Russian soldiers can easily defeat these peasants.

Occupy this place, control this place, enslave this place, and finally make this place an inexhaustible gold mine, this is what Stefansky thinks now, and it is also Molière's encouragement.

Molière is like a poisonous snake with a wick, spraying venom to instill in the Russian commander **, that is the invasion**, that is the pleasure of the conqueror, that is the hope of Russia's rise.

"Commander, the Manchus are already weak, these weak people don't deserve to own this land, so many Han people should change their masters...... Since ancient times, this land has been dominated by strong people from the north, and the Han people in the south are weak, who is the stronger nation than the Manchus? Hahaha, of course, it is the great Tsarist Russia, for the sake of the Tsar, fight, from now on the confidence of the Chinese will be completely defeated, so that they will fear ......you forever and forever."

"Only in this way will you be able to rule here in the years to come, and expand the territory of His Majesty the Tsar to the shores of the Pacific Ocean, so that you will have countless deep-water ports, countless rich farmland, and hundreds of millions of industrious slaves......"

"So, for the sake of the great Tsar, fight! You Russia is the only European country bordering the territory of China, and if you don't rule this land, who do you want to rule?"

Stefansky was completely instigated by Molière, he was so fanatical that he wanted to tear his clothes and roar, he suddenly felt that he was the great man who changed Russian history, and history was no longer to pry itself.

"You're right, we're going to take over every piece of land here and make it an inexhaustible gold mine for the Great Tsar...... Brave sailors, speed up, crash into it, and smash every sight on the sea to me!"

"Long live the Tsar! Long live ......"

The frenzied Russian fleet lined up in a horizontal line and crushed towards the sea like a city wall, and countless fishing boats that had not had time to escape were buried in the sea, and the sea suddenly wailed.

Soon, at the bow of the Russian flagship St. Peter, the training ship of the Harbour Master Academy also became one of the targets of the Russian army, and the tall battleship quickly rushed over.

Note: Recently, I have often had private chats with book friends, and I would like to state here that I do not respond to the general private chat window. Because you have to understand that generally there are more than four or five readers in a day to chat with me privately, then my time is wasted, and the task of coding words cannot be completed at all.

There is not much time for the heart to code words, you take up ten minutes, he takes up ten minutes, and the final result is that everyone has no books to read, so everyone try not to talk to me privately, I really don't have the energy to reply one by one.

And the taboo train of writing is interrupted, and once it is broken for a long time, it can't be picked up.

In fact, I often bubble up in the book friend group, where is the place for everyone to communicate, more in the group chat, less private chat.