"Damn it! The Ming and Russians are too bullying, and this is the life of our Poles. ”

"They don't have the sincerity of peace talks at all!"

"The Ming people still want to fight us."

"Such a condition must not be agreed, and the Poles will not agree to such a condition of surrender even if they fight to the last man."

"The 500,000 people that Bobosha brought with him have been killed, and we don't have that many troops now.

Moreover, we can't beat the Ming people. ”

"The Ming people are so powerful, after only sixteen days of fighting, Bobosha was wiped out."

"That doesn't grant them terms."

"You soft-ass betrayed Poland and are not worthy to be Poles."

"If we continue to fight, we will be wiped out."

"If you agree to their conditions, you will also be wiped out."

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Listening to the quarrel of the courtiers below, Vladislav II was one head and two big. He slammed the king's scepter in his hand with a hard pestle, and the ministers who were like fighting cocks just now immediately shut their mouths.

Vladislav II glanced at his courtiers!

These people usually look very smart, but when it comes to the critical time, none of them are useful.

It is normal for the main battle faction and the main peace faction to have a fierce quarrel again. It's as if they used to quarrel over something else.

"Let's all get out!" Vladislav II waved his hand helplessly, he knew that if he discussed with these people, he would not be able to negotiate an ugly man.

"François, you stay." As the ministers walked out, Vladislav II suddenly spoke.

Chancellor François, hearing the call of His Majesty the Emperor, immediately stopped and stood beside Vladislav II without speaking.

"You are the wise man of Poland, just now you did not speak. You must have an idea in your heart, let's talk about it, it's all at this time. ”

"Your Majesty!

Actually, I'm biased towards surrender! François made up his mind to speak his mind.

"Surrender? You also think we should surrender? Vladislav II's heart trembled, and even François said so, and it looked like Poland was doomed this time.

"Yes! In my opinion, we should surrender.

The military strength of the Ming Empire is the most powerful existence in the world today, and Bobosha is not incompetent.

The Polish army he led was not unelite. You know this better than anyone else.

But what happened?

From the overwhelming attack, the Russians retreated one after another.

In just fifteen days of battle, the Ming army of 500,000 was completely surrounded.

Our army, and it didn't even have time to react.

This kind of disparity in combat power ......, and we have no chance of winning if we continue to fight. ”

"Hey......!" Vladislav II sighed heavily.

He knew that François was right.

The Polish army was routed too quickly, and the news of the encirclement of the front-line army was heard. Vladislav II did not even believe it, thinking that there was a mistake in the intelligence.

But the news from the front line again made him almost collapse.

Poland's elite army of 550,000 was annihilated in this way.

"I don't think we can surrender, though."

"Uh......!" Vladislav II looked at François and did not know what he meant by this.

"Da Ming put forward such harsh conditions, just because he didn't want to negotiate peace with us.

Moreover, I don't think the Ming Empire wants Warsaw either. ”

"Don't want Warsaw?" Vladislav II's eyes lit up.

Warsaw was the capital of Poland and the foundation of Vladislav II's rule. If Da Ming really doesn't want this place, he can try to talk about it.

"That's right! They don't want Warsaw.

If you think about it, Warsaw, with its temporary conscripts, is now only 100,000 people.

Moreover, they are all recruits with no combat experience, and there are even fewer grassroots officers with war experience.

Even, some troops inside. Two soldiers need to use one gun together!

In this case, for the fierce Ming army. Warsaw is an undefended city!

Minsk is only 500 kilometers away from us, 500 kilometers. Is it a problem for the Ming army?

Smolensk to Minsk, a distance of three hundred kilometers.

The Ming army marched for only four days, and on the fifth day it reached Minsk.

According to such calculations, they will fight from Minsk to Warsaw, and it will definitely not take more than a week.

At that time, Warsaw was defended by only 20,000 troops. The strength is not as good as it is now!

Warsaw is at their fingertips for them!

But they did not attack, but stayed in Minsk to rest.

Why did they do that? ”

"Why?"

Vladislav II hurriedly asked, he also felt that the Ming and the Russian army had the opportunity and ability to destroy Poland.

"Because they don't care about Poland, the Ming is too far away from us. Conquer Warsaw and they will not be able to effectively occupy!

Daming can't get anything, which is not in the interests of Daming.

On the contrary, it will give Russia empty benefits! ”

"So, what do they want?" Vladislav II hurriedly asked.

"I can't guess what they want, maybe they want them to concentrate their forces.

And then crush the last resistance of Poland in one fell swoop!

In their hearts, they never accepted our surrender.

In that case, our only chance is to make a final fight to the death. ”

"But you just said that we don't have a chance." Vladislav II was confused by François.

"If it's just us Poland, a desperate fight can only be death.

We want to enlist the support of France and Prussia!

France fell out with the Ming Dynasty, and Prussia was also openly and secretly guarding against the Ming Dynasty.

Especially Prussia, if Poland is occupied by Russia and the Ming Dynasty. Then the entire eastern frontier of Prussia was exposed to the front of the army.

You say that if you were the ...... King Frederick, would you allow such a thing to happen.

I don't know anyone else, Bismarck would never let this happen.

And France!

They harbored a deep fear of the Ming as the former allies of the Ming Dynasty.

No one knows the greed and cunning of the Ming people better than them!

His Majesty Napoleon knew that sooner or later the Ming would take revenge on France for his betrayal.

If Poland is finished, it will be Prussia, and when Prussia is finished, it will be France's turn.

Minsk is 500 kilometers from Warsaw, and the Polish border is just over 900 kilometers from Paris.

Such a distance is very far for the armies of other countries.

Considering that they marched more than 300 kilometers in four days, this distance was nothing to them. ”

"You mean, drag the Prussians and the French into this war?" Vladislav II blinked and calculated.

This is indeed a solution, since Poland has no chance of winning against the Ming and Russian coalition forces alone.

Then simply pull more countries in this troubled water.

"Not just France and Prussia, but also Austria-Hungary, Switzerland, Norway, Denmark, Sweden and Finland.

We must unite all the forces that can unite to fight against the Great Ming, and only in this way can we have a chance to defeat the Great Ming.

And ......, Israel. ”

"Israel? Shall we turn to the infidels? Hearing Israel's name, Vladislav II's face sank.

He was a devout Catholic and had no good feelings for the Hebrews who practiced Judaism.

"Yes, we have to ask the infidels for help. As I said earlier, they need to unite all the forces that can unite.

My Imperial Majesty, it's all for Poland. ”

Vladislav II was silent for a long time, and finally sighed.

"Alright! François, you can do it.

However, we must not pass up the opportunity to make peace with Da Ming. Let's envoys, try as hard as you can.

Give them more money and jewels and send them by airship.

Aren't the Ming people greedy? We satisfy them. ”

Vladislav II finally chose to bet on both sides.

François nodded, it would be a good idea before things became clear.

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Just when the Poles sent envoys everywhere, exaggerating the threat of the Ming Dynasty to Europe, and deducing the new Yellow Peril theory.

In the distant Middle East, the flames of war and the smoke of gunfire have become more intense.

Under the continuous infiltration and bribery of the Hebrews, a large number of religious leaders began to propagate the pagans of the Ming Dynasty as the devil.

They called on their followers to attack and kill all the Ming people they met, men and women, children and the elderly.

Originally, the Ming people had a high social status in the Middle East, and at the same time amassed a lot of wealth.

As soon as the religious leaders called for this, the Arabs, who were already extremely angry with the Ming people, immediately stretched out their butcher's knives to all the Ming people.

Fortunately, there have been several months of war.

The vast majority of the Ming people have already boarded ships and left the war-torn Middle East.

However, there are still a lot of guys who are lucky, thinking that they don't dare to do anything to the Ming people, and are ready to stay and make war money.

These people died a terrible death, they were dismembered by the people, and their heads were hung from trees. Bodies are thrown everywhere!

As for those Ming women, the end is even more miserable.

In front of Li Jiu's eyes, there was such a miserable female corpse.

It is said that this is the wife of a Ming businessman, who was not a bright and moving lady during her lifetime, and she could also be regarded as a small jasper.

Now, it's just a skeleton with its hands tied behind its back. Naked, exposed to the scorching sun, the remains of crows and hounds gnawing at them.

"Platoon Commander......!"

"It's still a platoon commander, and now I have to call the battalion commander." A soldier next to him corrected loudly.

Li Jiu was speechless, from platoon commander to battalion commander. It took him less than two months, which may be the fastest promotion record in the Ming army.

However, his subordinates are not Ming soldiers. It's a whole bunch of Gurkhas!

This made his battalion commander a big discount.

As a result, Li Jiu was a little disgusted with the title of battalion commander.

Basra fought hard for half a month, and a platoon became a squad. The surviving brothers, follow Li Jiu to command this damn Gurkha battalion.

Fortunately, the Ming people were not responsible for peacetime management, but only wartime command.

"It's Damascus ahead, tell everyone to be careful. Spread out in battle formation! Li Jiu cautiously told his subordinates.

There have been some small battles in the past few days, which have given Li Jiu a better understanding of the Gurkhas.

The Gurkha fought very bravely, but in the words of the Ming people, these grandsons were a bit second.

It's like the encounter the day before yesterday, something that can obviously be solved with mortars.

The guys rushed forward with their rifles and screaming.

Not counting just rushing forward, they don't shoot much yet.

The opponent is a very small Arab tribe, and fortunately it is a very small Arab tribe. Their marksmanship is terrible, and they shoot by feeling.

Li Jiu believes that they probably don't know how to aim.

Looking through the binoculars, the guys loaded the bullet and shot it with a gesture.

Li Jiu was very glad for these Gurkhas, if he encountered the Ming army. They may have all fallen under MG-42.

I thought that their marksmanship would be more accurate when they were closer.

Unexpectedly, these guys actually rushed all the way to the distance of hand-to-hand combat.

Then, ......, the guys threw their guns on the ground. Draw the Gurkha scimitar and slash at the heartless Arab.

Li Jiu couldn't figure it out, obviously both sides had guns. In the end, it turned into a cold weapon fight!

In one battle, more than 100 Arabs were killed.

The Gurkha also suffered more than forty casualties.

The Gurkhas, who led the team, actually held a Gurkha scimitar shaped like a dog's leg and smirked. It's fun to say that it's fun to fight like this!

Fuck, these bastards are here to enjoy it?

"Send a squad of top soldiers to scout!" A village appeared in front of it.

All the houses are earthy yellow and look yellow. Li Jiu felt that this village was too quiet, even in wartime, it shouldn't be so quiet.

The squad sent out to reconnoiter had not even reached the entrance of the village when it was fired at by a dense barrage of bullets.

Two Gurkha soldiers were killed on the spot, and the rest of the bastards didn't know how to run back.

Instead, he stupidly lay on the ground and shoot at the other party!

Finally, the repeated education in the past two days has played a role, and these guys did not rush up to take a knife and cut it.

I have to say that this is a big step forward.

"Cover shooting, mortar shelling machine guns." Li Jiu was surrounded by a makeshift mortar position.

He pointed at the machine gun in the distance and yelled at the mortar platoon leader.

The tongue man quickly conveyed Li Jiu's instructions to the artillerymen, and soon the artillery opened fire.

Smoke rose from the side of the machine gun, but not a single shell took out the enemy machine gun.

This made Li Jiu extremely depressed, if this was a Ming army, at most two rounds of fire would be able to knock out the enemy's machine gun.

But these Gurkha fools failed to take out the opponent's machine gun with five volleys.

Li Jiu felt that these bastards were wasting ammunition.

"Get out of here!" Li Jiu kicked the gunner and measured the distance with his thumb and arm.

After adjusting the mortar, he picked up a shell and threw it into the barrel.

"Bang!"

After a cannon shot, everyone looked at the machine guns in the distance.

A few seconds later, a puff of smoke rose from the position of the machine gun.