Xiao Letian would never let Andreev see him massacre his colleagues. Those officers who surrendered had already begun to be screened for purpose by the volunteers.
At this moment, Ye Qiu's cavalry regiment has begun to return to the defense. The urban battle is coming to an end. His cavalry regiment must assume the role of battlefield correspondent.
A famous cavalryman galloped back and forth in the city to convey the latest military order from the Prime Minister and General Xiang: "Hand in your guns and don't kill! Do not massacre civilians. All surrendered Tsarist Russian soldiers and civilians must be immediately transferred to the safe zone in the south of the city."
"The Army Artillery Regiment has entered the city and is in position to fire at the Amur Gulf. Each unit will clear the battlefield ruins!"
At this moment, the sky was already dark, and people could clearly see the surrounding environment without using torches. The volunteers who had killed each other all night were in their most excited state. As soon as they heard that the massacre of the city was no longer allowed, the Fuso warriors were the first to cried.
"What happened? Why are these enemies not allowed to kill and capture so many of us? Why let them go?" Asuka Shimazu carried a thick and large shotgun, his whole face was darkened by gunpowder smoke, and he faced the battle The soldiers on horseback began to shout.
"You ask me who should I ask? Let me tell you, this is the volunteer army, the Chinese army. It is not your Fusang soldiers' bounden duty to execute orders." After saying that, the rider turned around and left, passing the order to another group of soldiers who were fighting fiercely.
Shimazu Asuka looked at the four Tsarist Russian soldiers lying limply on the ground in front of him, gesturing back and forth with the shotgun in his hand. He was debating whether to take action or not.
Finally, Ida Baixie beside him suddenly whispered, "The death penalty can be avoided, but the living penalty cannot be spared. I picked their tendons and hamstrings!"
"Huh? You're smart, so just do it like this."
After the two of them finished speaking, they were about to draw their knives. At this time, they heard two whips being slapped directly on their backs. "Baga! Are you crazy? Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking."
A loud Japanese voice sounded behind them, and the two of them turned around and found a monk.
"Monk? Baga, since when has there been a Japanese monk in the volunteer army? You dare to beat us up and beat him up!" People who have fought all night have a hot temper, and they basically light up the fire. At first glance, they don't recognize this monk at all, then Why are you so polite?
Before a group of them could finish cursing, a group of sailors in navy uniforms suddenly rushed out from behind the great monk. Mauser surrounded the group of Fuso warriors.
"Asshole! Are you going to rebel? Don't you know the Great Monk Dragon Attendant? Is he from Fuso? They are a group of short-minded people. This is the monk Ryoma Sakamoto."
"Wow" exclaimed, these trotting Fuso warriors knelt down and fell to the ground. Not only that, the forward inertia also pushed them to slide a little, and their pants were torn.
The concept of superiority and inferiority ingrained in the Japanese Bushido spirit has formed a conditioned reflex. They have never met Ryoma Sakamoto in person, but they know the name very well.
One of the leaders of the reformists, a key figure in promoting the Southwest Alliance, and the first Japanese samurai to reach a friendly alliance with Xiao Letian. He even has the blood of the prime minister flowing in his veins.
This man has too much legend about him. He later directly took over the management of the CIA's Japanese branch and coordinated the relationship between local daimyo and the Chinese, making him almost the third most powerful person in Japan after the emperor and the general. .
This is not the most important thing. What is even more admirable is that this person was able to disobey Xiao Letian's order and secretly design to deceive the Tsarist Russian expedition fleet into an ambush, even using the entire Bailayitun Reclamation Area as bait.
How courageous this is! Be ruthless to your enemies, be ruthless to your own people, but the key is to be ruthless to yourself! He was risking his own life to fall into a trap for the Tsarist Russian fleet.
The Buddha said that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? Sakamoto Ryoma has this kind of spirit. Even if I am executed by the Prime Minister himself, I will dare to do such a thing to go to hell.
What a ruthless person! This is a ruthless person! When you see this kind of people, like them who only know how to be brave and fight ruthlessly, killing people and slaughtering the city, that is the light of the firefly versus the brightness of the bright moon!
"Master Hai is scolding you! We will obey your instructions!" After saying this, everyone hit their foreheads on the ground and did not dare to move.
Sakamoto Ryoma rushed over angrily, and kicked them several times. None of them dared to move. After one kick, he had to shout, "Alibaba, it's enough to kill my aunt. Ali, it's enough to kill my aunt!"
Ryoma Sakamoto angrily cursed, "Do you know how many things I have to be busy with? Do you know how many things have to be coordinated after the war? But because of you, I have to go ashore to solve the crimes committed by you idiots! "
"Who asked you to massacre the city? Who allowed you to kill prisoners? Why did you start massacring civilians last night? Why did you have an idiotic 100-man killing contest? Asshole, who won in the end! Get out of here!"
"Hai earned one dollar of gross profit. He won last night with one dollar of gross profit. He chopped off 56 heads." Everyone immediately sold the money for one dollar of gross profit.
Mouri Yigen, who was originally hiding among the crowd, cursed these bastards for their lack of loyalty, but in the face of the angry Sakamoto Ryoma, he could only bite the bullet and walk out.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, sir, it was my fault."
There was a crisp sound, and the whip almost blinded Maori Yiyuan's eyes. "Idiot," Sakamoto Ryoma cursed bitterly, "Just because of this stupid game you have, do you know how disappointed the Prime Minister is? You know Has this already reduced our points in the minds of the Chinese senior leaders?"
"Do you know how much Noheita and Hyoutarou have been holding you back for so many years of struggle today? Do you know how much the number of domestic officials in the Far East will be reduced in the future?"
"Idiot! Why do you want to kill the prisoners? These prisoners are all useful. They have been sent to Hokkaido in batches. There are countless hard labor for them. Isn't this better than killing them?"
"Not to mention, by keeping these people, we can sign an agreement with Tsarist Russia. Do you know how much benefit we can extract from the negotiation table in the future? What you are killing is the national interest we deserve in the future!"
Sakamoto Ryoma scolded him for being a little hypoxic. He stumbled and fell down when he was dizzy. Mouri Yigen was the closest to his knees. He suddenly rushed up and hugged the great monk. At this moment, he was crying so much that snot bubbles came out of his nose.
"I'm sorry! We really don't know these things. What should I do to appease the Prime Minister's anger? I am willing to disembowel myself to apologize!"
After saying this, the guy knelt on the ground facing Zhengnan and began to take off his clothes. Sakamoto Ryoma angrily raised his foot and kicked him over. "Ignorant idiot! No wonder the Prime Minister keeps scolding us Fuso Bushido as tactical masters and strategic idiots! He's not wrong at all!"
"Aww, are you trying to piss me off to death?"
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