C1667 Last War (1/2)
At this moment, no one was able to determine the authenticity of the order. Many people knew Captain Peter, and this identity could not be deceived. All the shocking news that Captain Peter brought could not be deceived.
The two officers who escorted the captives here were proficient in Russian, and they said proudly, ”Fajeev is currently being escorted from the north by the army, and the orders of the leader has been read, make your decision quickly. We do not have much time to waste …”
”Take a look at your surroundings …” The officers of the Boxer Army pointed their fingers in all directions. In everyone's line of sight, a black line began to press down from the end.
It was infantry, endless infantry, pressing down from the northwest, west, and south. Coupled with the cavalry from the southwest, the army of the Boxers was like a bowl that was being pulled over.
The loud and clear sounds of military horns could be heard everywhere. The war horses were in front of the formation, controlling the speed of the army. The soldiers were holding sharp weapons, holding them at a 45 degree angle, and charging into the sky.
The forest was filled with cold glints, and from time to time, the army erupted with excited roars.
”Last battle!” The final battle in the Far East … Victory!
”Victory!” Victory! Victory …
Thunderous roars echoed in the battle formation of more than twenty thousand men. All the soldiers were so excited that their faces and ears were flushed red.
There were Chinese, there was Manchu, there was Mongolia, there was Orenechun, there was the Hezhe … At this moment, all the races only had one name, the Far Eastern Alliance Army of Bravehearts!
”Long live the Chinese!” ”Far East is the foundation of our nation!” The military officers and veterans led the atmosphere of the army, shouting out slogans time and again, followed by tens of thousands of people cheering out loud.
The sound waves that could topple mountains and overturn seas struck towards Russian Army, causing countless war horses to tremble in fear as they hurriedly retreated.
Guo Geli and Fu Mannuofu's faces turned white, they knew that there was no longer any leeway left in this situation, but due to face, they were still unwilling to lower their heads.
The two officers who were escorting the captives lost their patience. They waved their hands behind them, and from afar, the primary matrix riders suddenly appeared and galloped in front of the formation. The two standard-bearers carried a large flag in their hands.
This time, the Cossack disciples were all dumbfounded. Legion flag! My God, our flag is in the hands of the Chinese... ”
The war horses galloped back and forth in the middle of the battlefield, two flags held horizontally in their hands, the long spearheads drooping slightly, the tails of the flags about to reach the ground.
This is a huge insult, and when the banner falls, it is a huge taboo for all the armies. The Chinese are just using this action to tell you, don't be delusional, the Cossack's reinforcements have all been wiped out, the banner will never be thrown back to the heavens again.
Guo Geli's tears flowed ”Forget it, forget it! Since that's the case, then just surrender. I can't just watch as those fellows follow me and die for no reason … Surrender yourselves! ”
After saying that, he took out the gun at his waist and stuffed it into his mouth. The guard beside him rushed up to him and snatched the gun away. ”We can't die. The commander is alive, why do you want to die?” The rest is up to the politicians. They should also be responsible for their failures! ”