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Molière knew that his abilities had gained the respect of this group of polar bears, and he was trying to win him over based on his excellent intelligence capabilities.
He smiled and said, "Thank you Commander for your kindness, but we have to win this battle first! Otherwise, everything will be empty talk..."
Maybe it was Bai Layi's victory that made Stefanski a little proud. He was in an extremely relaxed mood at the moment, "No, no, no, I have no doubt about the victory. What I care about now is how big the fruit of victory is, and our It’s just how much the loss is…”
"The Chinese soldiers in Bai Layi are indeed brave. This is the first time I have seen such a fearless spirit among Asians. They can launch a suicide attack with explosives, which shows that they are a group of real soldiers... …”
"But Mr. Molière, you have to remember that war is a highly professional profession after all, and you can't do it with just one passion..."
Molière thought back to the soldiers Bai Layi resisted, and then thought about the soldiers he met when he attacked Naha. He frowned slightly and said, "No, no, no, you are a little careless. I'm sure Bai Layi's soldiers are all Xiao Letian’s third-rate troops, I have fought against his elite army before, and they are much better than those people!”
Stefanski smiled and waved his hand, "Of course, of course, no one can send elites to remote reclamation areas, but even if Xiao Letian's elite combat effectiveness is three times that of these third-rate troops, it will not be Our opponents, I have confidence in my lads..."
It was obvious that both Molière and Stefanski made a mistake. They mistook the militia organized by the Chinese in Borneo as the regular army under Xiao Letian. They never thought of those who risked their lives to fight. In fact, the young people are not in the ranks of Xiao Letian's army at all.
At this moment, the real core elites, those tigers armed to the teeth, have built a large cage in Wanguo Jinliang above the East China Sea, just waiting for the polar bear to crash into it.
"Dear Sir, I have something to say to you. In Europe, especially Britain and France, China has always been called the paradise of adventurers. At first, I thought this title only belonged to Shanghai, but through my subsequent research on China, I discovered that, This paradise is actually very big, far beyond what Shanghai can include..."
"Look at this rolling coastline. Have you ever seen such a fertile land in cold Russia? It is as warm as spring all year round. There is no winter, only spring and summer!"
"There are warm, non-freezing ports everywhere, and the water depth is enough for you to berth a 10,000-ton giant ship. Not only that, each port can get the economic resources of countless satellite cities around it. Each port is actually a huge economic circle..."
"Haha, you just looked at the map. Not far from the bow of our ship is the estuary of the Minjiang River, the most famous place in Fujian. There is a city called Fuzhou, which is now controlled by British businessmen..."
"Don't underestimate this city. It is precisely because it is located at the mouth of the Min River. If someone can control this place, they can use the convenient Min River water system to bring up the markets of millions of people on both sides... Think about it. Millions of people! How many goods must be produced and how many resources must be provided?”
Molière was very good at seducing these Russian warriors. He began to paint a very beautiful golden picture for these people. Although Tsarist Russia had a vast territory, its population was really sparse. In many cases, towns with a population of one or two thousand people dared to call them cities. .
Molière was very clear about the psychology of these elites of Tsarist Russia. This group of savages living in cold areas simply dreamed of the rich life in warm areas.
A deep-water port that never freezes, a golden shipping lane close to the ocean, fertile land suitable for farming, and of course a hard-working population like millions of worker bees. All this has been the dream of Tsarist Russia for thousands of years.
Now history has finally opened a window of opportunity. The weak Qing Dynasty has lost its defense capabilities, and the barbaric Russian soldiers can easily defeat these farmers.
Occupy this place, control it, enslave it, and ultimately make this place an inexhaustible gold mine. This is what Stefanski is thinking now, and this is what Molière keeps encouraging.
Molière is like a poisonous snake spitting out its core, spraying venom and instilling passion into the Russian commander. It is the passion of aggression, the pleasure of the conqueror, and the hope of Russia's rise.
"Commander, the Manchu people are extremely weak. These weak people do not deserve to own this land. So many Han people should change their owners... Since ancient times, this land has been dominated by the strong ones from the north and the weak Han people in the south. Compared with the Manchu people, Who is the stronger nation? Hahaha, of course it is the great Tsarist Russia. Fight for the Tsar. From now on, we must completely defeat the confidence of the Chinese people and make them fear you forever..."
"Only in this way can you rule here with full power in the years to come, expand His Majesty's territory to the Pacific coast, let you have countless deep-water harbors, countless fertile farmland, and countless Billions of hard-working slaves..."
"So, fight for the great Tsar! Your Russia is the only European country bordering China. If you don't rule this land, who else will rule it?"
Stefanski was completely incited by Molière. He wanted to tear off his clothes and scream wildly. He suddenly felt that he was the great figure who changed Russian history, and that history could no longer be manipulated by himself.
"You are right, we want to occupy every piece of land here and make it an inexhaustible gold mine for the great tsar... Brave sailors, speed up, hit them, and destroy all the unsightly ships on the sea. I smashed it!"
"Long live the Tsar! Long live..."
The frenzied Russian fleet lined up in a row and rolled over the sea like a city wall. Countless fishing boats that had no time to escape were buried in the sea, and there was a sudden wailing on the sea.
Soon, on the bow of the Russian flagship St. Peter, the training ship of the Shipbuilding School also became one of the targets of the Russian army, and the tall warship quickly rushed over.
Note: Recently, book friends often chat with me privately. I would like to state here that I do not respond in the general private chat window. Because everyone needs to understand that if more than four or five readers chat with me privately in a day, all my time will be wasted, and the coding task will not be completed at all.
Xin Jing doesn’t have much time to code. You take ten minutes, and he takes ten minutes. The final result is that no one has any books to read, so everyone should try not to chat with me privately. I really don’t have the energy to reply to each one.
Moreover, it is taboo in writing to have your train of thought interrupted. Once interrupted, you will not be able to pick it up for a long time.
In fact, I often hang out in book club groups, where everyone can communicate. I should chat more in the group and less privately.
