Ordinary soldiers cannot understand the profound ideological realm of aristocratic officers. They do not understand history or politics, let alone the many intrigues and secret conflicts between ethnic groups.
In fact, the basic motivation for ordinary soldiers to fight is nothing more than the following. One is for profit. If you receive military pay from the empire, you have to be responsible for this military pay, just like the factory owner pays you a salary, and you have to work hard.
The other is coveting the spoils after victory. After all, some soldiers have ideals and ambitions. They are not willing to live on the meager military pay. Taking advantage of the war to make a war fortune can naturally reverse the fate of poverty.
The third type of soldiers is for promotion. They regard the army as a career that they can strive for throughout their lives. Soldiers who do not want to be generals are not good soldiers.
The last kind of soldier has the simplest emotion, which is purely for repaying kindness. For example, these soldiers who were born as serfs owe the czar a favor, and they have to work hard on the battlefield to repay it, and they have to win one victory after another. , piece after piece of new land, new wealth to repay the Tsar's kindness.
These four mentalities are what the 30,000 soldiers of the Tsarist Russian Expeditionary Force really think. The thoughts in everyone's mind cannot escape these four, and just like a pyramid, the number of people on each level is smaller than the previous level.
This is normal. Most of the soldiers are actually just trying to make ends meet, and there are always very few soldiers who are enterprising and grateful. It is impossible for all soldiers to be like Nicholas, a warrior who cannot be tempted by gold.
These sailors who escaped from the boiler room obviously did not have such a high spiritual level. They did not know the use of the captain's nagging principles. They couldn't understand any of the series of weird nouns. Anyway, they were doing jobs that never saw the light of day. They were not even real soldiers, at best they were a group of slaves in a boiler warehouse.
Originally, they were full of passion just now and wanted to go to the battlefield and make contributions, but Hermansky's madness just now dispelled the enterprising spirit of these sailors. Now these sailors only have unwillingness and anger in their eyes.
"Damn it, what did we do wrong? You lost the war, do you want to shirk the responsibility to us?"
"Look at the look in this bastard's eyes. It looks like he will definitely take it out on us when he gets to the flagship. What should we do?"
"I heard that the army soldiers who landed on the island opened a mountain of gold. No one could get a share of countless gold and silver treasures, and the navy soldiers could also get a share of it... But what about us? We are sailors like slaves. , will you get a gold coin?”
"No, definitely not. These fat-headed nobles only want to squeeze me dry."
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They even tried to kill us after losing the battle to vent their anger, why doesn’t God punish these bastards..."
The twelve boiler house sailors rowing the boat began to curse in their hearts, and their eyes became more and more weird. The murderous aura permeating the battlefield undoubtedly had a great impact on those who had not experienced much actual combat. Gradually, a violent aura began to appear among these people. The sailor sprouted.
Boom, boom, boom... The shells streaked across the sky and raised water columns on the sea. One of the shells hit the boat 20 meters away from the port side. Huge water columns rose into the sky, and tons of seawater hit the boat like a heavy rain.
The shock wave of the explosion set off a two-meter-high wave, which rushed towards the boat with white foam.
"Protect the general...protect the captain..." The soldiers and sailors rushed over to protect Hermansky with their bodies almost at the same time. At that moment, the water overturned the boat and everyone on board fell into the water.
Hermansky was struggling in the water. He swam to the surface, but suddenly he felt that his legs were heavy and there was a sharp pain in his ribs. He looked down and saw two sailors holding his legs in the swaying water. Downstairs, the blond young sailor, the young man who had almost been strangled to death by him just now, was punching himself in the ribs with a fist, one punch after another.
The severe pain caused Hermansky to spit out a lot of air from his lungs, and bubbles gurgled upwards. His eyes were full of anger, but how could he alone defeat the siege of three sailors?
"Am I going to die? I didn't die in the hands of the enemy but ended up dying in the hands of humble slaves... Why did Your Majesty want to free these slaves? This is really a mistake, a huge mistake!"
Just when he was in a trance, four sailors who were scattered by the waves discovered the captain in danger. They angrily drew out their daggers and swam towards the captain, stabbing to death several rebellious coal shovelers along the way.
The blond boy and two other coal shovelers were so frightened that they immediately ran away. Hermansky, who drank several mouthfuls of dirty sea water, was finally pushed out of the water by the soldiers.
"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..." As soon as his head appeared, Hermansky began to cough desperately, and seawater spit out.
"Traitor! Damn traitor...cough cough cough..." At this time, the boat had already been washed away, and the four soldiers held daggers in their hands and watched the surroundings vigilantly.
"Captain! This area of water is too dangerous, and it is too far away from our flagship. Let's go ashore to hide first, and then join the army first..." After saying this, the four soldiers dragged Hermansky like a dead dog. Swim towards the shore.
At this moment, Hermansky finally realized what the shame of the defeated was. He looked up and saw traces of cannonballs everywhere in the sky. The sound of explosions was heard endlessly, and corpses on the sea bumped into them from time to time. on the body.
Shame, this is the shame of the defeated, struggling to survive in the dirty blood, and even the rebels under his command tried to kill him. Thinking of all this, Hermansky burst into tears.
Fortunately, the sea water washed away the tears on his face, so that he would not be too embarrassed. When the five of them finally stepped onto the soft beach, before they could take a few breaths, they encountered a jaw-dropping scene.
They are now located on the beach on the west side of Setouchi Village, facing a continuous sugar cane field a hundred meters away. In front of everyone's eyes, groups of expeditionary army soldiers rushed out of the sugar cane field. They looked at each other one by one. He looked like he had just escaped from hell.
These soldiers were covered in dirty mud, with blood on their faces and bodies. Almost everyone chewed sugar cane greedily and sucked the sweet water to replenish their strength.
Where did this bunch of beggars come from! To say they were soldiers simply insulted this noble term, and some even lost their guns.
The only thing they didn't lose was the backpacks on their backs, each of which was protected like their lifeblood!
This was the first group to break out of the encirclement led by Aikeson. By the time the team of more than 1,500 people rushed to the seaside, only more than a thousand were left. The entire mountain road was covered with their corpses.
"Which team are you from? Take your number! Let your commander come to see me..." Hermansky roared crazily on the beach, but these soldiers were exhausted and no one wanted to pay attention to this drowned rat. General.
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