The winter snow had stopped, and outside the trenches, the trenches were snow-white. Under such heavy snowfall, attacking the positions of the organ barbed wire is undoubtedly an extremely stupid thing to do.

But such stupidity happened precisely to the fact that on the opposite side, a string of white dots, were the Poles. They wear traditional white snow suits, which blend in with the earth and are extremely inconvenient to aim.

But the French generals who led them, wearing the blue uniforms of the French army, were particularly conspicuous.

"Boys, aim your guns at the French, get ready—shoot!" The fat lieutenant brandished his command knife and gave the order.

Platoon shots rang out, knocking the opposing French general to the ground.

But the Poles did not panic, they rushed towards the positions of the Ming army with the chanting "Poland will never perish".

"The Polish cubs are up, boys, organ."

Twenty-four rapid-fire guns in parallel burst into action, knocking down a platoon of Poles, but they were slow to reload, and it took a long time to fire after one round.

The Poles had already rushed up, and the warmly dressed lieutenant was half-bowed in the trenches, and drove up the soldiers hiding in the trenches one by one with his horsewhips: "Rakshasa barbarians, the Poles have rushed up, fighting with them with bayonets, supervising the battle team, supervising the war team. ”

The Warlords, armed with bayonets, drove the soldiers up.

"Ulla!" The Ming soldiers, who were mainly Rakshasas, stood up and rushed towards the Poles. The overseers stood in the trenches and set up their guns, firstly for fear that the Poles would break through and take precautions, and secondly, to deal with the fleeing Ming army.

Under such harsh military law, the Ming army once again repelled the attack of the Poles. The battlefield has returned to calm.

"When will we be able to go home?" A young Rakshasa soldier asked.

"Home? Ivan, you want to go home? The old Rakshasa sneered, "Xijing Qiu Mulingle was burned to the ground by Napoleon, and the left servant of Xianbei Province took refuge in Bulu Gugrad on the shore of the Baltic Sea. When you go home, you're not going to be a coolie for Baojia. ”

"Originally, if you defeat Napoleon, you can go home, but after the national congress war in Leipzig, the Germanic and Slavic countries will engage in national self-determination. To say that the year before last, the Privy Secret Fortress cleared the wilderness, and starved Napoleon's army, and we chased it to the Bug River and stopped. ”

Ivan, a young Rakshasa soldier, was unconvinced and said, "Don't we want Warsaw?" I have been in the Ming Dynasty for 800 years, and no inch of land is superfluous. ”

"Eight hundred years of the Ming Dynasty, what does it have to do with you?" After laughing at the recruits, the veteran felt that something was wrong, and prayed with his eyes prayed: "Fuxi Nuwa, Sun and Moon Shuanglong, forgive me." ”

On the battlefield, the sun and moon double dragon flags of the Ming Dynasty are still hunting and fluttering.

Located 1,300 standard kilometers from the Warsaw front, Bulu Gugrad has become the temporary capital of Xianbei Province. In a small house not far from the Winter Palace, a man with a flat head and a bright forehead said: "The situation is very favorable, the soldiers are fleeing the front line in Warsaw, there have already been two shootings of the sharps. ”

"Ruishi, Ruishi." A tall, lanky scholar lamented: "Eight hundred years later, the lean and effective system of sharps has become a huge and bloated bureaucracy, like an unresponsive elephant." ”

"Three currents of thought are destroying the Ming Empire: private property, to break the shackles of armor; egalitarianism, to destroy the ladder promotion of the sharps; The most terrible. The flat-headed man paused, as if hesitating to release the beast from its cage: "The peoples are self-determined, and the Slavs and Germanic peoples, as well as the Turkic peoples, want to establish their own states on the permanent lands. ”

"This is exactly what we can use, Comrade Lenahe, don't you Tatars want national self-determination?"

Lena River gasped: "National self-determination? This is a monster that will destroy everything, destroy the happy life that should belong to the free, and we must use the self-determination of the nation and at the same time curb this trend of thought in the ranks. What about our infiltration in the army, did each battalion create branches? ”

"Not yet, but the war has been fought for twenty-five years, and it has been four years since the soldiers finished the Battle of Qiumulingle with enthusiasm, and the enthusiasm has long been exhausted, only the resentment of the dignitaries and the people of the Central Plains remains, everything is like an undercurrent under the calm sea, and the tsunami is coming."

Lena River shook his head: "Poland, the rebellious vassal states of East Prussia can only attack in a border area like Warsaw, and it is difficult to shake the prestige of the imperial court. ”

In the western part of the Black Sea, at Pliurugrad, the former capital of the Byzantine Empire and the capital of the western province of the Great Ming Dynasty, the deputy privy envoy Su Aotian was looking at a map of Greece.

After the National War, the Greek pacification of the Greeks and Macedonians became a rebellion, and Kemal led the Greek government by himself, and the counterinsurgency war has lasted for two years, although the results are many, but the enemy is fighting more and more, and the surrounding southern Slavs have also joined the ranks of the rebels.

Su Aotian is a typical Rakshasa man, his real surname is Suvorov, and his father is the master of the art of war who shocked the Black Sea, Alexander Vasilyevich Suvorov. Their family has long been sinicized, and according to the homonym of their own surname, they take the surname Su Ao.

Su Aotian's life is very simple, he entered the junior military academy at the age of twelve, became a sharp soldier at the age of fifteen with his father's shadow, and then rose to the top, until he reached the high position of the deputy privy envoy of the province, and there are only thirty people at the same level as him in the whole world.

Su Aotian closed his eyes and pondered for a while, he decided to take out all the elite soldiers of Puliuzhugrad and extinguish the Kemal regime with the force of thunder.

In Qiumulingla, a group of ragged citizens lined the road, holding flowers to welcome the soldiers entering the city. These are the soldiers of the Moscow Pacification Division who returned from the Polish front to repair and repair, and they are all natives of the Moscow Region, and many of them are sharp.

Four years have passed since the burning of the city of Qiumulingla, but the city is still in ruins, the inhabitants are huddled in the remaining houses for the winter, and the returning soldiers have no barracks, so they have to return to the outside of the city and spend the night in grass huts.

On a snowy night outside Moscow, it was impossible to sleep in a straw hut, but it was difficult to resist the Rakshasa people, these gray animals, who grew up in the harsh winter. They dug a hole in the ground in the snow, wrapped themselves in a marching sleeping bag, curled up in the hole, and survived the night in a daze.

The next day, the soldiers came out of the snow cave early and moved their bodies, and the officers assigned some of them to cut firewood and prepare to build a bonfire for the day.

Others went to dispose of the corpses, the soldiers who had frozen to death in the snow cave last night. Ivan was among them, and he had just buried the veteran who had been his companion and taken care of him.

"They're not going to let us live in a hut all the time." Ivan's heart was desolate, who "they" were, Ivan himself did not know.

Suddenly, the soldiers were in a commotion, and Ivan stood on a large rock and looked at it, and saw a black carriage for the government galloping, flanked by cavalry guards.

"There's a big guy coming."

Ivan jumped down from the stone and headed for the carriage.

The carriage stopped, and a chubby official got out of the carriage and stood on the wheels of the carriage. Ivan knew him, Yeluchin, the transit envoy of the Moscow Region. He was originally a descendant of the Khitan nobles of Western Liao, but he always regarded himself as a pure-blooded Slav.

There were still a few thousand people in Moscow, and Yeluchin shouted a few words on the wheel, but Ivan did not hear what he was saying. After a while, officers at all levels informed their subordinates, "Lord Yeluchin is now convening a meeting of officers, so that the soldiers can wait with peace of mind, and the Moscow Region will never leave its children behind." ”

The meeting lasted only half an hour, and the order of Yeluchin's transfer envoy was handed down: the troops were disbanded on the spot, and the soldiers returned to Baojia to report for duty and reunite with their families, but they must be prepared to be drafted, and those who cannot be recruited will be subject to military law.

"Hooray, Ulla!" The soldiers cheered, they didn't expect to go home and see. Although the whole Moscow Region is in ruins, it is always lucky to be able to return alive to see relatives, and it is better to be better than the unlucky ones of the Battle of the Atlantic.

"If you insist on launching a second Atlantic campaign, it will cause a rebellion in the entire New Tokyo and even the entire North American provinces." In the official office of Tokyo Shinbian, the capital of the North American provinces, also known as the Third New Tokyo, the deputy privy envoy was arguing fiercely with the left servant of the province.

"Look at the city and know why it's called the Third New Tokyo? Our ancestors overcame the fear of the kamikaze, conquered the Wakoku Kingdom, took Kyoto as the new Tokyo, the ancestors crossed the Bering Strait, arrived at the warm home welfare, and took the Rakuhopo as the second new Tokyo, and after 400 years of advancing eastward, finally all the Europeans were expelled in the Seven Years' War, and the New York was occupied, and the name was changed to Shinbian, as Tokyo, which is the origin of the third new Tokyo. If you are all like the privy councillor, frightened by a defeat, how can I expand the territory? ”

"Tens of thousands of soldiers crossing the Atlantic Ocean by boat and landing in the British Isles were completely infeasible. In the last Atlantic campaign, we had 20,000 young people killed, and if we were to recruit again, it would cause a rebellion in North America. It has only been a few decades since the complete conquest of the Americas, and the hearts of the people are undecided......"

"Privy Councillor, you don't need to say any more, if you don't countersign the conscription order, the old man will impeach you. From North America and Eastern Europe, it was the decision of the imperial court to launch a pincer offensive against the Anglo-French forces, and as long as this campaign was successful, peace would be permanent. ”

"This is the last battle." Yanjing, the Forbidden City, has been the center of the world for 800 years, "A year ago, Napoleon was already imprisoned as a clown. ”

Listening to the generous statement of Prime Minister Zuo Shangshu in the court, some people sighed: "At the end of the strong crossbow, you can't wear Lu Mianye." ”

"The last battle?" In a college in Yanjing, a Confucian student sighed: "Twenty-five years ago, Louis XVI was destroyed on the banks of the Rhine, didn't the Empress Dowager say so?" Who would have wanted to kill the people in turmoil, first kill the king of France, then defend Paris, and then Napoleon, a rebellious minister and thief. ”

"Yes, we are in the Central Plains, and we can't feel it, Eastern Europe is thousands of miles away, and the material resources of the Central Plains can't be transported at all, so we can only rely on the barren production of Xianbei and Taixi provinces to support, and the people of the two provinces are full of complaints.

"Brother Lei, you and I are both surnamed Huyan, have you watched the eight-hundred-year-old dynasty collapse like this?"

"Collapse? Ah Ti, the Central Plains is rich in the four seas, the wind and rain are smooth, and they will keep the foundation of the dynasty, and the collapse of the dynasty is alarmist. ”

"Also, with the vastness of my Ming Dynasty and the power of the ten provinces in the world, how can I be stumped by the chaotic people? It's just a few more twists and turns. Come on, let's drink first. ”

(End of book)

Written at the end: The book "Wufu of the Great Song Dynasty" was originally the beginning of a thousand years of time and space, but due to the limitations of my pen and time, I can only take the beginning of the final volume as the end of the book.

Let's see if there's a chance to reboot the book in the future.

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