On the battlefield, the Far Eastern Front was besieged by the Japanese army in all directions, constantly compressing the battlefield space of the Soviet army, Zhukov had to order the troops to retreat again and again, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that if there was no strong foreign aid, the defeat of the Soviet Far Eastern Front was only a matter of time.

The reinforcements on the two routes seemed to be strong, but the troops of the independent division that were followed by them were divided into half of their forces, and they attacked for several days without being blocked by the Japanese army, and the distance of several hundred kilometers became very distant, and the Soviet Army's General Kirganin and General Gregariv, commander of the Baikal Front, who were attacking the Japanese army's blocking line, received reports on the battle situation in the Far East every day from the high headquarters, and pessimism grew in the hearts of the two Soviet commanders.

On the battlefield of Outer Mongolia, the withdrawal of the Soviet Outer Mongolian Front was slow, on the one hand, the five mechanized infantry brigades directly under the independent division were constantly contained, the main reason was the poor road situation in Outer Mongolia, coupled with the wreak havoc of the special operations detachment of Chutian, the Soviet army was almost in the days of road construction, step by step close to the direction of the Ural Mountains and the Tangnu Mountains, but, is that the end?

Before who else, the commander of the Soviet Outer Mongolian Front, General Vasilevsky, would definitely think so, but now he is not optimistic, Tang Qiuli's independent division troops, more than 30 divisions and hundreds of thousands of soldiers, are on their own way, waiting for battle, if you want to return to the European direction, a fierce battle is inevitable, but the time to end the fierce war is not something you can control!

From the Far East to Outer Mongolia, there was war filled with artillery fire and gunpowder. The Soviet Army, the Japanese Army, and Tang Qiuli's Independent Division, millions of soldiers from all three sides, caught and killed each other in this vast land, but the Independent Division was more like a bystander, or a deterrent force for both the Japanese and Soviet troops.

In this artillery fire, in the air, there is a faint smell of blood, the breath of spring. In the early morning of 30 May, a military transport plane from the direction of Moscow was under the watchful eye of fighters of a squadron in the Outer Mongolian Patrol Zone of the Northern Flying Group of the Aviation of the Independent Division. Quietly landed at the Kulen field airfield, said to be surveillance. Plenipotentiary was negotiable with Stalin. The People's Commissar for Foreign Affairs of the Soviet Union Molotov, in his opinion, was more like an escort.

The huge and clumsy military transport plane, after the fuselage trembled violently, finally taxied smoothly on the runway, Molotov leaned in front of the porthole, with mixed feelings. Looking at the scenery flying by outside the window, a familiar feeling passed by in front of me.

For Kulen, Molotov was no stranger. Outer Mongolia was able to split from China, I don't know how many tricks and feet I did in it, after the Soviet Union completely controlled Outer Mongolia, I came to Kulen more often, of course, every time I came to the same purpose, let this piece of land cut from China, in full accordance with the will of the Soviet Union, arrange its future direction, every time I went to Kulen, Molotov was in a very good mood.

In front of the leaders of Outer Mongolia, who were sincerely afraid, he was more like a minister, and he came with a gifted mood. Bartol, a staunch communist, looked at himself with only admiration and fear, but unfortunately, the two revolutionaries who were in the Outer Mongolia region have become the past, gone with the wind, turned into mottled and scattered memories, and the current Outer Mongolia, the current Kulen, is the world of the Chinese Tang Qiuli.

Revisiting the old place, the old place has changed the world, bringing a different state of mind, he is no longer a minister, on the contrary, he is a negotiator who takes the national interests of the Soviet Union to beg for peace with the enemy, Molotov has mixed feelings in his heart, "That Tang Qiuli, what kind of way will he treat his arrival?" Molotov sighed and thought to himself, "Don't even think about the welcome scene equal to your identity!" I just hope it doesn't embarrass me too much! ”

In an instant, Molotov felt humiliated, the transport plane stopped, the hatch opened, and Molotov, who had collected his feelings, walked on the gangway, his eyes were fixed, and the scene he saw did not match what he imagined in any case.

There are no heavily armed soldiers that Tang Qiuli used to show off his strength, no fighters that take off and land frequently, a huge airport, empty and somewhat desolate, and he did not see a car or a person at the end of the runway, waiting for his arrival, a gust of wind blew, making Molotov's heart cold, "Could it be that the Chinese Tang Qiuli is embarrassing himself in this deliberate way of snubbing?" Is this the so-called 'dismounting' that the Chinese are good at? In an instant, countless speculations poured out of his heart.

There were not many attachés who followed Molotov to Kulen this time, only translators and guards and a few assistants, only six or seven people, and at this moment, they were standing on the empty airport runway, looking blankly at the blue sky of Outer Mongolia, the blue sky with white clouds, and the grassland without a trace of green, and the mood was even more desolate than this withered grass.

Just when Molotov and the others were hesitating, the motor sounded softly, and several military jeeps came from a distance like a gallop, and they arrived in front of them in the blink of an eye.

A young officer of the major, jumping from the jeep, glanced at several Soviets with cold eyes, raised his thick black eyebrows, and said in proficient Russian: "Please get in the car!" ”

It's as simple as that, there is no introduction and explanation, not deliberate humiliation and contempt, but direct ignorance, Molotov felt a wave of anger in his heart, "How to say, I am also a special envoy on behalf of the Soviet Union, I came to negotiate, not to surrender, that Tang Qiuli didn't even talk about the minimum diplomatic etiquette, not only did he not have the same status as himself, but he came to the airport to greet him, and he sent a major who would die if he talked too much, what is this?" ”

Molotov, who has been in diplomacy for a long time, although he is uncomfortable with the boss in his heart, he also knows that he has come to ask for help, and he has to endure any treatment, but several guards behind him have stopped working, and he has followed Comrade Molotov for many years, and in terms of Comrade Molotov's identity, not all the local leaders are there, and they run all the way to the airport to wait, and the Chinese are good, and a little major is angry, and it looks like escorting prisoners.

A guard, who was more than 1.9 meters tall, with the rank of colonel, and was as strong as a cow, stepped forward and said angrily: "Major, please abide by the minimum diplomatic etiquette, Comrade Molotov is the leader of the Soviet Union, such treatment, I regard it as a provocation to the Soviet Union, and according to international practice, you should salute first when you see an officer with a higher rank than you!" ”

A mountain of Soviet colonel, standing in front of a major of an independent division who is only 1.7 meters tall and slightly emaciated, with huge coercion, this Soviet colonel seems to be very satisfied with this effect, his psychology is very balanced, with a little pride, and he looks at the Chinese major in front of him viciously.

Molotov couldn't help frowning, this time he came to Kulen to solve the crisis, not to show his muscles, the guard's actions are likely to annoy the elusive Chinese, after all, there is a request for people, still on people's land, he wants to drink his own guard, think about it, this is good, test the depth of the Chinese, and let that Tang Qiuli know that some people and some things cannot be taken lightly.

The major of the independent division, looking up, almost covered the sun above his head Soviet colonel, in his eyes, the meaning of disdain was undisguised, first smiled slightly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and then, his eyes changed abruptly, and a murderous aura full of bloody smell rose all over his body, this murderous aura, like substance, rushed to his face, including Molotov, several people, including Molotov, couldn't help but shudder.

The big Soviet colonel who bore the brunt of the brunt, his scalp was even more explosive, the hairs on his body stood up, and he couldn't help but take two steps back, he was also a soldier, and naturally knew where this murderous aura came from, and there would be no such murderous aura without 1,800 lives in his hands, the Soviet colonel trembled in his heart, as if the emaciated Chinese soldier in front of him was like a tiger that could burst out at any time.

Such a momentum is not comparable to that of following the chief's side, pampering himself, and not seeing much blood, the colonel of the Soviet Army believes that the main major of this independent division will stay in the land of Outer Mongolia forever in an instant.

Molotov recovered from the shock, this kind of murderous aura that could endanger his own life at this moment made him very uncomfortable, and took a step, "Mr. Major, may I ask, where are we going?" He opened his mouth to break the deadlock.

The major of the independent division still cherished his words, "Get in the car, you will know when you get to the place!" As soon as he spoke, the murderous aura that seemed to be like substance suddenly disappeared in the air, and several Soviets with complicated moods climbed into the jeep, and left the airfield and drove out of the airport to the city of Kulun.

Kulun, in the temporary headquarters of the independent division, division commander Tang Qiuli looked at Chief of Staff Zhao Yuhe helplessly, and said: "Yuhe, we are a big country, a country of etiquette, although the Soviets are now asking for us, but at least there should be a scene, you are not afraid of the Soviets going back, saying that we Chinese are rude and rude?" Tang Qiuli's subordinates are all rude and martial artists? Although he said this, there was no reproach in his tone, but there was a hint of ridicule.

Zhao Yuhe raised his eyebrows and said: "Division commander, for the Soviets, there is nothing polite, they are originally enemies, opponents fighting on the battlefield, politeness is not as important as strength, Molotov does not have such a big face, let me Zhao Yuhe go to the airport to greet me, division commander, my subordinate Ma Wei, I still learn from you!" Hearing this, Tang Qiuli's expression was stunned.

(To be continued)(To be continued......