Moliè knew that his abilities had been respected by these polar bears, because of his excellent intelligence ability, he was trying to win him over.

He smiled, "Thank you 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 Stefansky a little proud. He was in a very relaxed moment. "No, no, no, I have no doubt about victory. What I care about now is how big the fruits of victory are and how much we have lost..."

"The Chinese soldiers of Bai Layi are indeed very brave. This is the first time I have seen such a fearless spirit in Asians. Being able to launch a suicide attack with explosives means that this is a group of real soldiers..."

"But Mr. Molière, you have to remember that war is a very professional profession after all, and it is not possible to have a passion..."

Moliè recalled the soldiers that Bai Layi resisted, and then thought about the soldiers he encountered when he attacked Naba. He frowned and said, "No, no, no, you are a little careless. I am sure that Bai Layi's soldiers are all third-rate troops under Xiao Letian. I have fought with his elite army before, and they are much more powerful than those people!"

Stefansky smiled and waved his hand, "Of course, of course, no one can send elite troops to the distant reclamation area, but even if Xiao Letian's elite combat power is three times that of these third-rate troops, he will not be our opponent. I have confidence in my young men..."

It is obvious that Molière and Stefansky both made one mistake. They regarded the spontaneous militia team organized by the Chinese Borneo as regular troops under Xiao Letian. They never expected that those young people who sacrificed their lives to fight were actually not in the sequence of Xiao Letian's army.

At this moment, the real core elites, those armed Tiger Ben, had already built a big cage in the Wanguo Jinliang above the East China Sea, and the polar bear crashed into it.

"Dear Master, I want to give you a saying. In Europe, especially Britain and France, China has always been called a paradise for adventurers. At first I thought this name belongs to Shanghai, but after my research on China, I found that this paradise is actually very large and far from what a Shanghai can include..."

"Look at this rolling coastline. Have you ever seen such a rich land in the cold Russia? It is as warm as spring all year round, and there is no winter but spring and summer!"

"There are warm and unfreezing ports everywhere, and the water depth is enough for you to park a 10,000 tons of huge ships. Not only that, every port can obtain the economic resources of countless satellite cities around it, and each port is actually a huge economic circle..."

"Haha, you just looked at the map. Not far from the bow of our ship, it is the most famous entrance to the Minjiang River in Fujian. Where is a city called Fuzhou, which is now controlled by British merchants..."

"Don't underestimate this city, because it is located at the mouth of the Minjiang River. If anyone can control it, he can use the convenient Minjiang River water system to drive all the markets of millions of people on both sides of the shore... Think about it, it is millions of people! How many goods have to be produced and how many resources are provided?"

Molière was very good at seducing these Russian soldiers. He began to paint a very beautiful golden picture for these people. Although Tsarist Russia has a vast territory, unfortunately the population is really thin. Many times, they dare to call it a city with one or two thousand people.

Molière was too clear about the psychology of these Tsarist Russian elites. This group of savages living in cold areas had a dream of a rich life in warm areas.

The ever-free deep-water port, the golden route close to the ocean, the rich land suitable for farming, and of course, it also requires a hard-working population like millions of worker bees. Everything is the dream of Tsarist Russia for thousands of years.

Now history has finally opened a crack in the door of opportunity. The weak Qing Dynasty has lost its defense ability, and the barbaric Russian soldiers can easily defeat these farmers.

Occupy, control, enslave, and eventually make this place an inexhaustible gold mine. This is what Stefansky thinks now, and Molière keeps inspiring it.

Molière was like a poisonous snake spitting out a core, spraying venom into the Russian commander, which was the invasion, the pleasure of the conqueror, and the hope of Russia's rise.

"Commander, the Manchus are already weak. These weak people are not worthy of owning this land. So many Han people should change their masters... Since ancient times, this land has been dominated by strong people from the north and weak people from the south. Who is the nation that is stronger than the Manchus? Hahaha, of course it is the great Tsarist Russia. Fight for the Tsar, from now on, you will completely defeat the Chinese people's confidence and let them fear you forever..."

"Only in this way, you can rule here in the years to come, expand the territory of His Majesty the Tsar to the coast of the Pacific, so that you can have countless deep water harbors, countless rich farmland, and hundreds of millions of hard-working slaves..."

"So, fight for the great Tsar! You Russia is the only European country bordering Chinese territory. If you don't rule this land, who else do you want to rule?"

Stefansky was completely incited by Molière. He wanted to tear his clothes and yell. He suddenly felt that he was the great figure who changed Russian history and that history should not be leveraged by itself.

"You are right. We will occupy every piece of land here and make it an inexhaustible gold mine for the great tsar... The brave sailors, speed up and crash into it, smash all the annoying ships on the sea to me!"

"Long live the Tsar! Long live..."

The crazy Russian fleet lined up in a row, crushing the sea like a city wall. Countless fishing boats that had no time to escape were buried in the sea, and the sea was suddenly wailed.

Soon, at the bow of the Russian flagship St. Peter, the training ship of the Naval Academy also became one of the Russian military's targets, and the tall warship rushed over quickly.

Note: Recently, I often have book friends chat with me privately. Here I will state that I usually don’t respond to the private chat window. Because everyone needs to understand that if more than four or five readers chat with me privately within a day, then my time will be wasted and the task of typing cannot be completed at all.

The time for Xinjing to write is not long. You take ten minutes, but he takes ten minutes. The final result is that no one has read the book, so everyone tries not to chat with me privately. I really don’t have the energy to reply one by one.

Moreover, the taboo thinking of writing is interrupted, and once it is broken for a long time, it cannot be taken back.

In fact, I often bubbling in the book friends group. Where is the place for everyone to communicate? Chat more in the group and chat less privately.
Chapter completed!