Nicholas, who was like a bear, hugged Exon who was struggling desperately, and saw that his big guy was enough to get two Exons in. No matter how the red-haired major criticized his life, it would be useless. Does the three-year-old still want to fight the adult strong man?

"Let me go! Bastard let me go... shoot you! I'm going to shoot you..."

"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 Exson, advised.

"Shut up! You French liar! If it weren't for you, how could we get to this point... From beginning to end, you took us into this trap. The first piece of information was sent by you. Now you dare to speak sarcastic words..."

Exon didn't curse at all aristocratic demeanor, and now he could be considered to have uncovered the cover. This secret that was limited to communication by the top leaders was actually made public by him in anger.

Molière was stunned. He didn't expect that Exon would say such a poor-level word. "You...what did you say? Do you think the responsibility is on me? Hahaha, this is a joke. If you think so, I am really worried about your future fate of Tsarist Russia!"

"The thoughts are in your hearts. Can you get trapped without greed? Isn't it necessary for you to make the decision in the end? Isn't it great to have Bai Layi's gold and silver?"

"Besides, the source of intelligence is not just for France. You have not adopted the British intelligence? Now those who have defeated the war must shirk responsibility? This is really ridiculous..."

Molière is really confused. Will people reason when they are angry? Too much human beings are human nature! Nicholas has long been full of anger because of the failure of this battle. Today, he finally found an outsider to vent his anger. How could he miss this opportunity?

"So it was you bastard who killed us! Go and die..." A roar was filled with wind and slapped over. If this bear's paw-like slap hit Molière's face, the remaining half of the good face would have been disfigured.

Moliè, who subconsciously flashed backwards, narrowly avoided the slap but forgot that he was on the boat, his body was balanced and he fell into the sea with a thud.

"Sir!" The intelligence officers brought by Molière went into the water to rescue him, and the splashing water splashed Exon all over.

At this time, Nicholas was taking the butt stock and trying to smash the heads into the water. He was really angry. Seeing his murderous intent, he wanted to smash the heads of these French people with the butt stock.

But cold water poured on Exon's face, and the cold feeling made him wake up. He reached out and grabbed Nicholas' arm. "Stop! Don't do it! Will?

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?After having diplomatic disputes... don't cause trouble for the empire anymore!"

Under Exon's scolding, the soldiers who took action finally calmed down. At this time, Moliè boldly climbed onto the boat gang, spitting out the sea water in his mouth and said, "Are you calm now? Are you still fighting? If you hit me again, you will swim back to the flagship!"

"Forget it! Now that things have come to this, I can't tell you anymore. You can get on the boat..."

The lifeboat fell into silence, and no one spoke along the way, only Nicholas was panting, and the anger in his heart still did not dissipate.

At this moment, the boat finally sailed into the shadow of St. Peter, with shouting sounds everywhere on the deck, and sailors running back and forth.

"Let the rope ladder! Major is back...Let the rope ladder..."

The entire St. Peter was in chaos because of Eckson. As soon as the major climbed the rope ladder, he didn't have to climb a group of sailors to lift the rope ladder and directly pulled Eckson to the deck.

Stefansky stuck his head out of the side of the ship and tried his best to write a cross on his chest, "God bless you! Praise the omnipotent God! Finally, he is safe, God is safe..."

"Medical Soldier, check the major immediately..." Molière jumped onto the deck and started shouting loudly. Before the commander-in-chief could talk to Exon, he pulled the general into the cabin desperately.

"General, don't talk, come into the cabin with me. I have brought together the collective consensus results of General Vinian and all the senior leaders of the Army. I hope you can adopt..."

Stefansky was stunned and said nothing, allowing Molière to pull him into the captain's room.

Spreading out the huge map of Amami Oshima, Molière first briefly retelled everything that happened last night, from the bloody battle to the post-war gold robbery incident, to the Chinese counterattack, and he re-described it on the map with a pencil.

"When Major Exon led the First Regiment to break through, we were still optimistic about the situation of the battle. At that time, all the commanders believed that we could also rush out at most 30% of the combat reduction..."

"But what happened afterwards broke our judgment. These Chinese people were really terrifying. The entire battle was even more stable than our French Army..."

"Scattered soldiers attacked, without artillery cooperation, the infantry corps detours... Now they have even released two hot air balloons, which shows that the enemy's artillery strength has reached the level of blind shooting!"

"We France are the country that attaches the most importance to artillery. I can infer Xiao Letian's strategy from just some details on the battlefield. He wants to block us with infantry and then end the battle with artillery. This guy wants to exchange the smallest sacrifice for the greatest victory!"

"Tangwan Mountain is the main peak of the entire Amami Island. On the top of the mountain, we can observe the changes in the entire battlefield. Now the enemy has been pressing from the east, southeast and northeast. At this moment, the north of Tangwan Mountain is not safe. The Chinese troops stationed at the top of the mountain retreated to the north. God knows where they are hiding..."

"This is the situation on the battlefield now. The straits in the south are in chaos. The mountains and cliffs in the west are not conducive to the movement of the large corps. There are enemy troops in the north and the east, so we can no longer escape..."

With a click, Molière crushed the pencil. "When Major Exon left the top of the mountain, General Vinya left to convene the latest military meeting... Finally, we decided together!"

"General Stefansky! Please respect our decision... Take Major Exon and the existing soldiers who broke through the siege quickly! Leave out of the strait immediately. This is a collective discussion. I hope you can respect and implement it!"

Stefansky's head buzzed at that time, and he sat on the chair, "Is it that way? The situation has reached this point? Twenty thousand brothers! Are they all thrown here?"

Moliai said sadly, "There is no way, there is really no way! Now the morale of the army is in chaos. Not to mention food and water, even weapons and ammunition are short of... and all the soldiers are confused by gold. Everyone is carrying gold to escape and fight..."
Chapter completed!