The so-called best shooting position is actually mutual for both hostile parties. Hemansky's fleet can easily pour shells onto the Marine Corps' artillery regiment positions, and at the same time, the Marine Corps' artillery can easily cover the warship.

The dense rain of bullets in the strait angered the commanders of the Chinese artillery regiment. They gave up bombing of the Russian army and turned their guns to shoot at the sea. The sound of guns rumbling, the rocks in the shallows were blown up and broken into pieces.

Hemansky saw warships become living targets, and on the surface, iron armor could withstand some shells, but many ants bite the elephant to death. The enemy's huge base is incomparable to the navy, and the destruction of the squadron is already destined.

"Captain! All the squadrons arrived at the shooting position... Now the enemy's firepower has been suppressed..." The adjutant choked and saluted, "Now the fleet has lost its power, we will fight to the last soldier... Now, please ask the general to leave in a small boat..."

"What?" Hemansky glared at him, "Bastard! What do you want to do? Do you dare to give orders to me..."

Hemansky has been prepared to live and die with the fleet, but he can't do the abandoned ship and escape. "The battle has reached the stage of returning to the same end. Do you want me to be a deserter? Be careful that I will shoot you..."

In normal times, the captain's roar would definitely scare the soldiers. But today, the adjutant had already discussed with everyone else. This was the collective decision of the lower-level officers. The collective power was so powerful that even the brigade general could not violate it.

"Sorry General, this is our collective discussion. You must leave here... Go back alive, tell the fat politicians in the country, tell them what we have experienced, and the pensions of our families, the victims, you have to worry about..."

"Sometimes death is not a kind of courage. Taking the truth out alive is really brave..." As he said, the adjutant shouted, "Listen to my order, please leave here immediately... and get his gun!"

"You and you! You bastard, bastard..." But at this time, a group of sailors with tears in their eyes rushed forward and controlled the general. Hemansky also wanted to draw a gun to scare people, but the strong soldiers stepped forward and snatched the pistol away.

"I'm sorry, General! You must follow us..." Four strong soldiers controlled the general who kicked and kicked, and pushed the boat up the boat. Halfway through the way, they saw more than a dozen coal blackspots rushing out of the bottom cabin.

"You guys, jump onto the boat and row me... Hurry up!" The twelve surviving brothers in the boiler warehouse did not dare to talk nonsense and quickly put the boat into the sea. Then the soldiers stuffed the general. A group of people rowed the boat and headed towards Setouai not far away, regardless of Hemansky's scolding.

"Wuwuwu... Let go of me, you bastards let me go! The fleet is gone, how can I live alone..." As Hemansky's flagship hit a shot, the soldiers' bodies in the flames were blown to the sky.

The group of coal blackspots who escaped from the boiler warehouse were already shocked by everything in front of them. As the boating, the long oars could always hit various debris, and there were many familiar figures among them.

The sea was covered with corpses. As the tide rose and fell, the combat soldiers had long been used to this scene, but for these boilers who had never seen the light of day for many years, this was hell.

With a whim, several boiler workers lay on the side of the boat and vomited. They didn't eat anything, so they vomited so much that they even had yellow bile. "Why are we here? Why do we fight this war?"

Hemansky listened to the sailor's question stupidly and said subconsciously, "Why? Why? Of course it is for His Majesty's gold and the land of the empire. Why else can it be?"

The young blonde sailor in the boiler warehouse obviously had no life experience. The young man could not control his mouth. He actually said boldly, "Gold? Land? Isn't this Chinese from others..."

This unintentional statement was considered a disaster. Hemansky was furious and rushed up like a mad tiger, and his hands tightly strangled the soldier's throat. "What did you say? Traitor, you traitor..."

"The Far East is the land of our Tsarist Empire. All the gold here is the gold of His Majesty the Tsar! This is all we fought for with our lives! This is our..."

The soldier was struggling, and Hemansky tried his best to pinch his neck with his hands. The people next to him tried to pull the squad, and the small boat in chaos suddenly flipped over.

Everyone fell into the water, and Hemansky didn't let go. "Treason traitor! You traitor! The Far East was cedeed to us by the Qing Dynasty. This is our land. The gold on this island is stained with the blood of Russian warriors. The gold we exchanged for our lives is ours..."

Everyone saw that the general was crazy. The four soldiers tried their best to separate the two. The blonde sailor had only half breath left, and with the help of the people in the boiler warehouse, he worked hard to step on the water.

The boat was turned back again, and everyone climbed up one by one. The atmosphere was a little awkward at this time. Except for the four soldiers, the rest of the people subconsciously hid from the brigade general and went far away. God knows when this madman will get sick.

In silence, the boat gradually sailed towards the flagship St. Peter, and gradually the people's emotions calmed down. Hemansky suddenly spoke and broke the calm.

"Are you unconvinced? Do you think I'm very unreasonable? Use your stupid head to think about it, who is the world where we live?"

"Far

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Is the land in the east belonging to the Chinese? Far, the land of Baishan and Black Water mentioned by the Chinese include the Far East, which belongs to the Manchus! It has nothing to do with China at all. Perhaps during the Han and Tang Dynasties, the Chinese had a little presence in Liaodong, but the remaining land in the north belonged to the barbarians, and they have never been ruled by the Chinese…”

"Watch your idiotic mind, are the Far East and the White Mountains and Black Waters full of people? Fart! Where do the Mongolians and Oroqen people on this land now come from? Is the strong wind blowing?"

"The Aisin Jurchen family was only called Jianzhou Jurchen during the Ming Dynasty. It was only after he annexed the lands of the Haixi Jurchen and the Ye Jurchen, and he had the strength to compete with the Ming Dynasty. At that time, the land in the Far East was mostly owned by the Ye Jurchen and Oroqen people. Do you think this land really belongs to the Aisin Jurchen family?"

"Forget it, I really can't explain the truth to you idiots. You will never understand the concept of the country... Let's go row, your life will be rowing and shoveling coal!"
Chapter completed!