"Good job, boys." Stilwell patted Li Yuan's shoulder affectionately.

When all the Russians fled, only the warriors of the Ming Dynasty dared to face the airships that pursued them.

Moreover, he successfully knocked the airship down.

Stilwell noticed that Kutuzov's expression was brilliant at the time.

Look at what faces they will have in the future, and what kind of faces will call themselves a fighting race.

"Tell me what you want, I, the chief of staff, still have some ability." Soldiers who compete for courage are to be rewarded.

"Sir! I think I want these brothers to go home, and let the people of Gritu reward them heavily. ”

Li Yuan pointed to his twenty-three ragged Mongolian soldiers and rode back from Kharkov.

Not a single person was left behind, including the wounded.

Now, he just wants his brothers to continue to live and live well.

"Them?" Stilwell glanced at the Mongols.

They have a typical Mongolian facial contour, they haven't shaved for more than a month, and everyone is bearded.

He looked a little embarrassed, but he tried to hold his chest high.

It's a pride in my bones!

Da Shuai said before, as a descendant of the blue wolf and the white deer. In their bones, there is wolf blood.

Genghis Khan's army once swept across Eurasia and created a vast empire.

They had proud capital, they fought the defense of Kharkov, and they were able to rob the horses of the French and flee back.

"You haven't thought about what you want for yourself? You know, I, the chief of the General Staff, am not an easy one. ”

Stilwell's eyes returned to Li Yuan's face.

"He is an officer of the Liao Army, so he naturally has to fight for the honor of the Liao Army."

"And so do they!" Stilwell gestured to the twenty-three.

"They are Mongols." Li Yuan replied loudly.

"That's right! They were Mongols, but now they were going to join the Ming Dynasty. In the future, they will be Ming people, and since there is no blood flowing in our veins, they will have to pay some price.

They shed their blood and died here today, and in the future, the Ming Dynasty will treat their children and grandchildren as equal to Han people.

Why?

Because their ancestors have already paid the price for them to join the powerful side.

There is no shortcut to this, and they need to use sweat, blood, and even their lives to prove their loyalty to the Ming Dynasty and their nation.

If you don't believe it, ask them whether they are willing to die here and fight for a future for future generations, or are they willing to go back and enjoy glory and wealth.

Then, in the Ming Empire, there will always be people at the moment. ”

As soon as Stilwell's words fell, Bayan looked at Stilwell excitedly: "My lord, are you serious?"

Can our children and grandchildren really get along with the Han people on an equal footing? ”

"Yes! As long as they are as loyal to the Ming Empire as you are.

Our General Mangui is a Mongol, and he has proved his loyalty to the Ming Dynasty with his bravery.

Therefore, the people in his tribe are all registered in the Ming Dynasty and enjoy the same treatment as the Ming people.

Their children can go to school, work in factories, join the Liao Army, or apply for scientific research institutes.

These are all bought by their fathers with blood. ”

"My lord, we are not leaving. We are willing to stay and fight, and we only ask you to let our children and grandchildren also enjoy the Ming household registration. ”

Bayan fell to one knee on the ground, and the twenty-three Mongols behind him also fell to their knees in unison.

"The Mongols who came to Russia to fight this time, their children and grandchildren can join the Ming household registration.

In the future, there will be Han Chinese who will come to teach on the grassland and teach you to learn knowledge.

In the future, your children will not only be able to go to school.

You can also enter a factory as a worker, a hospital as a doctor, and a scientific research institute as a doctor.

Of course, you can also enter the Liao Army and become a glorious Liao Army soldier.

These, they enjoy the same treatment as Daming children. ”

"Thank you, my lord, I am willing to repay the country with death." Hunted down by the French.

The Mongolian man, who braved the cold wind and starved and frozen, faced life and death all the time, and never shed a single tear, is now crying like a doll in the month.

Li Yuan kicked Bayan: "You are stupid!

Will you die if you stay here? I'm a Ming soldier, and I don't have a choice.

You finally have this opportunity, why don't you hurry back to the Mongolian steppe to live a good life?

Who said yesterday that this time I will herd sheep for the rest of my life when I go back alive, and I will never ...... again! ”

"Company commander, don't talk about it.

Giving away more than 100 catties can earn a future for the dolls.

It's worth it!

It's worth a thousand!

You are a Han Chinese, and you are a born Ming person. You don't know how much we envy your children to be able to read.

How envious we are, you Han people can earn us a year's silver dollars a month by staying in the factory.

We also want our children to go to school, and we also want our children to join the army and work in factories.

But ......, but my company commander, Mongolians are not qualified to go to school and study, and naturally they are not qualified to be workers or join the army.

Our envy is just white envy, but now it's okay.

This lord said that our children and grandchildren can be the same as the Han people.

For the sake of the future of children and grandchildren, what is this fate? ”

Li Yuan pursed his lips, he had no reason to refute. Everyone is planning for their children and grandchildren!

But how many people are willing to lose their lives for their children and grandchildren!

These Mongolian men, Ken!

"That's it! Those who are injured will be treated, and those who are not injured will wait for reorganization.

The day after tomorrow, there will be 8,000 reinforcements.

Give you five hundred, and now your kid is his fucking battalion commander. Stilwell punched Li Yuan.

Stilwell was rewarding the Ming officers, while Kutuzov was killing.

Ten kills!

The purpose of adopting the 11-shot law was to eliminate panic and cowardice among the troops and strengthen the soldiers' determination to fight.

But in fact, the law of eleven often has the opposite effect.

Soldiers are demoralized or lose trust in their commanders as they face their comrades being slaughtered by their own people rather than their enemies.

Because it is a collective punishment measure, the law of eleven killings is not commonly used.

It was a punishment left over from the Roman Empire, because it was so cruel that few commanders had the courage to use it.

Crassus used it, Anthony used it, Caesar used it.

Now, Kutuzov has also decided to use it.

The scene that happened in the afternoon was so fucking humiliating.

All the routs were organized together, and a team of ten people began to draw lots.

It doesn't matter how high or low your rank is, it doesn't matter what honors you have received, and it doesn't matter what your family background is.

The only thing that determines whether you survive or not is the small wooden stick that you draw has a red paint mark on the tip.

Kutuzov's face was gloomy, and Nogrove, who was hanging from the tree next to him, was blown by the wind and began to swing like a pendulum.

"Marshal, I beg you not. I still have kids at home! ”

"I have an old mother at home!"

"I don't want to die......!"

The wails and begs for mercy became loud, and even some guys with seeds would curse twice.

The firing squad carried a large stick with an iron hoop, a type of mace.

The prisoner was pushed to the ground, and the mace was rounded with the wind and smashed against the victim's heavenly spirit cover.

Just one moment, the person's head began to bleed.

The tortured man did not even snort, but fell in a pool of blood.

The scorching blood was quickly carried away by the cold wind.

Before the blood was drained, the man was thrown into a huge pit. As for whether he is dead or not, or pretending to be unconscious, no one cares.

When the pit was full, someone poured gasoline on it.

"You are soldiers, you are warriors, you are weapons of the Empire.

But look at you, what are you like? Like sheep, a flock of sheep driven by wolves.

You don't deserve to be a Russian, you don't deserve to be called a fighting race.

Now, I'm going to burn all these moths and garbage like you.

I'd love to burn you all too!

Still, Her Majesty the Merciful Empress is ready to give you a chance.

Take up arms and go to fight. With blood and life, wash away your shame today.

If you flee again, it will not only be you, but your sons and grandsons.

The sons of the sons and the grandsons of the grandsons will be nailed to the pillar of shame.

I will nail a sign to the lintel of each of your families, the house of the coward.

Your neighbors will laugh at them, your friends will laugh at them, and your relatives will laugh at them.

Your children and grandchildren will spend time in ridicule.

Not only do you not have a pension, but all the good things in the empire will have nothing to do with your family.

What happened to them is because you are as cowardly as a mouse, because you are greedy for life and afraid of death.

When you die, you will hear in Hell your children and grandchildren cursing you with the last vicious words.

Let you suffer the cruel torture in Hell!

All of this is because you have escaped from battle today. ”

The microphone sent Kutuzov's words far away.

In the cold wind, Kutuzov picked up a torch and threw it into a pit full of corpses.

Blue flames, quickly scurrying among the corpses.

Those familiar faces, in the raging fire, began to twist, melt, and slowly turn into char.

Those who are not dead will sit up and scream.

The dead will be burned by the flames and will convulsion violently, and even sit up suddenly.

Everyone was shocked by the sight before them, and everyone stepped back to avoid the strong smell of burning.

If you're unlucky today, you'll probably be one of them.

Although it was a rout of the front line, it was the first time that they faced death like this.

It turned out that the Grim Reaper was so close to them.

Kutuzov threw down his torch and turned away from the frightened rout.

He believes that those veterans who are specially dispatched will allow them to regain the smell of iron and blood in Russian soldiers.

The fire was raging, burning corpses. It burns everyone's hearts too!

This trick is ruthless!

Whoever dares to escape from the battle will have to connect with his family.

When he thought of his descendants, he stood in front of his grave and cursed himself loudly.

Everybody's back is cold, and if that's the case, their souls will not be at peace in hell.

Watching as the bodies were incinerated clean, the flames became smaller and smaller, until they were extinguished, and the officers announced their disbandment.

The ashes in the pit were getting cooler, and the crackling of bones could be heard.

I don't know, I thought it was charcoal.

It was cold at night, and the winter rain finally turned into light snow.

Then there was heavy snowfall, but when the snowflakes drifted over the urn, they turned into water droplets.

With the north wind on the call sign, it sounds like a ghost crying.

Bayan lay on a thick woolen carpet with a pig-like "hum" and "hum" sound from his mouth.

Li Yuan was so angry that he kicked this rammer, this guy rubbed his buttocks, twisted his body like a maggot, and after a while, he began to "hum" and "hum" again!

"Pig, you!" Li Yuan couldn't bear it anymore and jumped up, and kicked Bayan's spanking again.

"What are you doing! It's been a long time since we've slept well, and we're not allowed to sleep for a while.

After two days, when the fight really started, there was no time to sleep. ”

"You're a pig!

I said let you go back to Mongolia, what can you do?

When I was in Kharkov, we counted me as one hundred and twenty-one.

Now look at how many are left, twenty-three.

Five of them are missing their fingers, and I'm afraid they won't be able to keep the eight toes over there.

There are all parts on the body, and there are only two slaps left.

What is this place?

Tsaritsyn! The most important point on the side of the Volga, guarding the southern flank of the Caucasus and Moscow.

As long as you occupy this place, this war will be won almost seventy percent.

Do you think it's going to be the same as Kharkov?

The French will only be more desperate and more ferocious!

You're going to die here, and no one will bring you even your mother's ashes. ”

"People are dead, where is the difference between dying?"

"I'm ......!" Li Yuan was so angry that he kicked the rammer again.

There's really nothing to say, for the sake of the future of the children and grandchildren, it's no problem to let Bayan commit suicide now.

"Company commander, hot water is here, wash it." Hugejiril came in with four Russians carrying two large buckets of hot water.

This place was a room in the town hall, presumably the office of the big man, and was now temporarily conscripted to house twenty-three exhausted Ming warriors.

The injured were taken away, and the doctors from Daming would take good care of them.

Li Yuan knew that those fingers and toes were frozen black and watery, and it was estimated that it would be difficult to come back completely.

Seeing the hot water, Li Yuan felt itchy all over his body.

Along the way, not to mention washing, it is difficult to even drink water. Many times, Li Yuan had to drink the dirty water in the puddle, just like the Mongols.

Now seeing the steaming bath water, where can I still bear it.

Afraid that Li Yuan would be frozen, Hugejirile was very attentive to bring two charcoal braziers.

Bayan couldn't help but pick himself up, and the lice in his clothes fell into the brazier and "crackled".

Stick your head in the water and let the water cover your face.

It took a long time for Li Yuan to raise his head.

After holding your breath for a long time, you can breathe again, like a dying person coming back to life.

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