The bear-like Nicholas hugged the struggling Exxon, seeing that his big body could fit two Exxon in his arms. No matter how many times the red-haired major kicked him, it was of no avail. Does a three-year-old child still want to fight against an adult man?
"Let me go! Let me go, bastard... shoot you! I'm going to shoot you..."
"Save your energy, even if you shoot him, you have to wait until you get on the St. Peter before shooting him!" Molière, who was sitting opposite Exxon, advised.
"Shut up! You French liar! If it weren't for you, how could we have gotten to this point... You led us into this trap from the beginning to the end. You sent us the first intelligence. Now you still dare to Talking sarcastically..."
Aikeson didn't have any aristocratic manners and cursed. This time the lid was lifted. This kind of secret that could only be communicated by high-level officials was actually made public by him in anger.
Molière was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Aikeson would actually say such substandard words. "You...what did you say? Do you think the responsibility lies with me? Hahaha, this is a joke. How can you think so of me?" The future fate of Tsarist Russia is really worrying!”
"The thoughts are in your hearts. Are you not greedy enough to fall into the trap? Aren't you the ones who make the final decision based on the information I provided? Aren't you very happy with Bai Layi's gold and silver?"
"Besides, the source of the intelligence is not just France. You didn't use the British intelligence? Now you have to shirk the responsibility for losing the war? This is really ridiculous..."
Molière is really confused. Can people be reasonable when they are angry? It is human nature to trust others! Nicholas had long been filled with anger and unable to vent his anger because of the failure of this battle. Today he finally found an outsider to vent his anger on. How could he let go of this opportunity.
"It turns out you bastard killed us! Go to hell..." The roar was followed by a slap in the face. If this slap like a bear's paw hit Molière's face, I'm afraid the remaining half would be better. His face was also disfigured.
Molière, who subconsciously ducked back, narrowly avoided the slap but forgot that he was on a boat. When he balanced his body, he fell into the sea with a pop.
"Sir!" The intelligence officers brought by Molière rushed into the water to rescue him, and the splashing water splashed all over Exxon.
At this time, Nicholas was turning the butt of his gun and wanted to smash it into the water. He was really angry. Looking at his murderous intention, he wanted to smash the heads of these French people with the butt of his gun.
But cold water was poured on Aikeson's face, and the cold feeling made him wake up. He reached out and grabbed Nicholas's arm, "Stop! Don't do it! It will cause diplomatic disputes... Don't cause any more trouble for the empire!"
Under Axon's scolding, the soldier who took action finally calmed down. At this time, Molière boldly climbed on the side of the boat with his hands, spat out the sea water in his mouth and said, "Are you calm now? Are you ready to fight?" ? If you hit me again, you will swim back to the flagship!"
"Forget it! The matter has come to this, and I have nothing to say to you anymore. You can get on the boat..."
The lifeboat fell into silence, no one spoke along the way, only Nicholas was breathing heavily, and the anger in his heart still did not dissipate.
At this moment, the boat finally sailed into the shadow of the St. Peter. The deck was full of shouts and sailors running back and forth.
"Put down the rope ladder! The major is back...Hurry up and put down the rope ladder..."
The entire St. Peter was in chaos because of Exxon. As soon as the major climbed up the rope ladder, a group of sailors scrambled to lift the rope ladder without him having to climb, and dragged Exxon directly to the deck.
Stefanski stuck his head out of the side of the ship and crossed himself desperately on his chest, "God bless! Praise the Almighty God! It's finally safe, God, it's finally safe..."
"Medical soldier, check the major's health right away..." Molière started shouting loudly as soon as he jumped on the deck. Before the commander-in-chief could talk to Aikeson, he desperately pulled the general into the cabin.
"General, don't talk. Follow me into the cabin. I have brought here the results of the collective consensus between General Vinya and all the top brass of the army. I hope you can adopt it..."
Stefanski was stunned, said nothing and let Molière pull him into the captain's room.
Spreading out the huge map of Amami Oshima, Molière first briefly recounted everything that happened last night, from the bloody battle to the post-war gold theft incident to the Chinese counterattack. He redrawn it with a pencil on the map. Again.
"When Major Aikeson led the first regiment to break out, our judgment on the battle situation was still very optimistic. At that time, all commanders believed that we could break out with a maximum combat reduction of 30%..."
"But everything that happened subsequently broke our judgment. These Chinese were really terrifying. The entire battle advanced even more steadily than our French army..."
"Skirmish attacks, lack of artillery coordination, detours by large infantry groups... and now even two hot air balloons are released, which shows that the enemy's artillery strength has reached the level of blind shooting!"
"We in France are the country that attaches great importance to artillery. I can infer Xiao Letian's strategy just from some details on the battlefield. He wants to use infantry to block us, and then use artillery to end the battle. This guy wants to use the minimum sacrifice. In exchange for the greatest victory!”
"Mountain Yuwan is the main peak of the entire Amami Oshima. From the top of the mountain, we can observe the changes in the entire battlefield. Now the enemy has pressed from three directions: due east, southeast and northeast. The north of Mount Yuwan is not safe at this moment. The squadrons that were stationed on the top of the mountain retreated to the north, and God knows where they are hiding..."
"The current situation on the battlefield is like this. The strait to the south is in chaos. The mountains and cliffs in the west are not conducive to the movement of large corps. There are enemy troops in the north and east. We can no longer escape..."
With a click, Molière crushed the pencil. "After Major Ackerson left the top of the mountain, General Venia left to hold the latest military meeting... In the end we decided together!"
"General Stefanski! Please respect our decision... Take Major Aikeson and the soldiers who have broken through and leave immediately! Exit the strait immediately. This is a collective consensus. I hope you can respect and implement it. !”
Stefanski's head buzzed at that time, and he sat down on the chair. "Has it reached this point? The situation has actually reached this point? Twenty thousand brothers! Are they all left here?"
Molière said sadly, "There is no way, there is really no way! The morale of the army is now in chaos, not to mention food and water, even weapons and ammunition are lacking...and all the soldiers are obsessed with gold, and everyone is carrying it." Use gold to escape and fight..."
"Is that gold they are carrying? No! They are carrying evil spirits that are urging people to die!"
