"The Prime Minister asked me to bring you a word, which is for all the Fuso samurai..." Sakamoto Ryuma sat on a collapsed wall with the help of the sailors.

"The Prime Minister said that war is destined to die, which is something that no one can avoid. Even massacre of cities is sometimes a means of war... But you must remember that war will die, but the purpose of war is not to pursue killing!"

"The essence of war is to pursue national interests. We need territory expansion, we need fairer commercial treaties, and what we need is more resources and living space for our nation..."

"This is the essence of war, and death and killing are just an inescapable by-product in fighting for national interests!"

"We are not afraid of death, but we cannot enjoy death... The Japanese Bushido spirit is a bit too much of a myth of death, and it even rises to a ritual!"

"This is wrong. Look at you, you are actually enjoying the process of killing! How is this good? What you should enjoy is the process of seizing national interests after victory. How can you use killing as a fun?"

Ryuma Sakamoto rubbed his temples in pain, "Send the order of the general, and all Fuso samurai soldiers withdraw from the battle from now on to gather in the camp outside the city. There is no order to participate in the subsequent battle..."

"Sir!" All the Fusang samurai present were stunned. They did not expect that the consequences of this city-slaughtering competition would be so serious, so they were directly sent to the cold palace.

"Stop talking, go quickly! I will tell you where the mistake was..."

A group of Fusang warriors stood up like walking corpses, looking around, all of which were the result of their bloody battle after a night of battle. Now they were driven out at dawn. They were unwilling to accept it but they could do nothing.

While walking, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of him. It was Ma Hui and Ding Si escorting a group of prisoners on the street to identify.

A group of Russian prisoners squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, and a circle of volunteers were holding bright bayonets to identify their identities one by one.

Ding Si shouted, "You, you... you three stand up and report your military rank and name!"

"Moshenko...Captain and Company Commander of the Third Battalion of the Far East Grenadier!" The officer with a wounded face and a charred beard saluted and replied in humiliatingly.

Behind Ding Si, there was an interpreter who was checking the other party's officer certificate, and then compared and verified with armbands, flower-collar flowers, epaulettes, etc. where the identity was recorded, and finally nodded.

"Well, you have passed, you can gather in the southern security zone, go there to sign, and go to Ryukyu with Andrev and others... Fuck, you're going far away, I heard that there is a paradise on earth. I, Mr. Ding, have you not been there yet, so you'll enjoy your happiness first... Next!"

"Avasi...Plane Commander of the Second Lieutenant, 2nd Battalion of the Third Regiment of the First Division..."

"Okay, okay, why do you have so much nonsense? Just know your name and military rank, and the others are shut up... Well, the identity verification is correct"

"Next... huh?" Ding Si's eyes suddenly lit up, and then Ma Hui, who was behind him, also stood up. "Sir, please ask your name!"

The military uniforms worn by senior officers are different. Just look at the embroidery and fabric on it, including the white cotton shirt inside, which can already indicate the identity.

"This is my officer's certificate. I am Alyosha, deputy commander of the First Division of the Far East Army, with a military rank colonel..." The officer did have the courage of an officer. Maybe he saw that these Chinese people respect some majors and lieutenants, so he was more at ease. His expression was very relaxed at this moment.

Ding Si and Ma Hui looked at each other and smiled, "It seems that you are a senior officer? Your identity needs to be better identified. Please rest in the wooden house next to you... Come on, prepare some coffee, bread, and seized sausages for the officer!"

When they heard that there were bread and sausages to eat, the remaining low-ranking officer Hull soldiers were a little turbulent. They had already hungry all night and put their chests on their backs. In addition, there was a shortage of food in the winter, bread and sausages were the dreams in the hearts of all soldiers.

"Be honest! Be honest... and then move the bayonets to penetrate your transparent hole! Do a group of soldiers still want to eat the officers' sausages? There is black bread stewed sausage for you to eat, so be honest..."

The bayonet suppressed the officers and soldiers present, and identified the intensive and orderly work. The big-headed soldiers were easy to recognize, and you could tell by looking at the military uniforms. The low-level officers didn't have to bother and sent them all to the southern seaside.

Deputy Commander Alyosha walked into the wooden house, and a warm feeling came to his face. When he looked up, he saw that two colleagues were waiting here. The sausages were grilled with wooden sticks above the stove, and the strong aroma of coffee filled the entire wooden house.

At first glance, they were all acquaintances. The three colonels served as division-level chiefs. On weekdays, the three of them often drank together. Alyosha kept his heart in his stomach. It seemed that these Chinese people still respected senior officers very much. It seemed that they were much better than ordinary barbarians.

Without politeness, Alyosha picked up the sausage and bread from the stove and ate it voraciously. In a short while, a Chinese soldier even brought a bottle of high-altitude rum to the three of them.

"It's better to be an official! I've been captured and I still have wine to drink! We only had a party with wine for ten days when we were in the army. I'm so greedy..."

There was no Russian who was not addicted to alcohol. At first glance, it was a famous rum specialized in Amami Oshima. The three of them had blue eyes. They raised their necks and dried all the coffee. Then they started drinking the strong wine. Gudongdong each one had a drink first.

"If you have wine, it seems that these volunteers don't want to kill them all. There should be negotiations later! We still have hope of going home, which is great!"

A bottle of strong wine was gone in a few sips. The three of them, who were full of wine and food, were thinking when they would return to China. At this moment, the wooden door was suddenly knocked open, and Ding Si and Ma Hui rushed in with a group of soldiers who were like wolves and tigers.

"Have you drunk the dead head wine? Then go on the road!"

"What? God! This is the legendary Chinese wine! They want to kill us..." The three of them reacted so quickly, they jumped up and picked up the stool and swung it around and wanted to resist.

"You are violating the public laws of all nations! We are senior officers, we are nobles, and we still have the right to war immunity! This is no longer a battlefield, you can't kill me..."

With a slam, the wooden house was beating in a row. At this time, even three tigers could not resist the siege of wolves. Soon three hemp ropes were put on their necks, and the soldier with his back pocket behind him sneered.

"I'm sorry! Our volunteers love to play new flower jobs. Today we will kill those who are officials, not those who are soldiers! Take action..."

The Fusang samurai outside the wooden house had their eyes wide open. They watched the three chief commanders strangled to death, and finally their eyes were protruding exactly the same as the dead fish's eyes.
Chapter completed!