"This... why is this?" Maori Yiyuan and the others were immediately angry. "Sir! Why can they kill people and kill these high-ranking officials? Why do we have to be punished if we kill people? We are not convinced!"

These Fuso samurai soldiers saw from the beginning and ended up. They were three military officers at the level of division commanders. The generals who could command the 10,000 team in Japan were already at the level of family or above. Such people had their own main city and fiefdom. In Europe, they were called nobles, and in Japan these people were called local daimyos.

Such a big man killed him as soon as he said he could kill him. We killed a few big-headed soldiers and civilians, but we were punished and expelled from the battlefield. Who can convince him?

It was frying, it was frying! Asuka Shimazu pulled Ding Si's sleeve and shouted, "Why did you kill them? Why did you use cruel means of hanging? Why can you kill, we can't..."

Ding Si was stunned by the question, "Mom, why are you shocked? Just kill someone? Why do you ask so many whys? Bullets don't cost money? Can you kill them with a knife and not spit blood? The rope is so clean and neat, I'm happy, you can control it!"

"Mysterious!" Ding Si was speechless about the frequent brain cramps of these Fusang warriors. Maybe he was really surprised by the culture. These men outside the pass all thought that Fusang warriors had abnormal brains.

To give a simple example, once a big party every ten days, the volunteers distributed wine to the soldiers. Of course, our uncles were bragging when they drank too much. They were so happy that they continued to drink. They were so slap in the face of being so slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face of the slap in the face

But this group of Fusang people are different. They sing and dancing after drinking too much! In the middle of winter, they take off all their bodies and wear thongs, some don’t even wear thongs. The shaking birds sing and dancing. The scene was really spectacular.

Since then, the Volunteers have believed that this group of Fusang warriors is perverted, yes, yes, yes, it is perverted. This word is said to be created by the Prime Minister and is very popular in Ryukyu.

It seems that they still haven't taken medicine, and the lunatics are in trouble again. Can you control us if we kill people? Maori Ichiyuan and Shimazu Asuka and others have gained countless white eyes.

I can't tell the truth from these Chinese people. The Fusamor samurai surrounded Sakamoto Ryuma. "Sir! We can't understand. Isn't this bullying? They won't be punished for killing noble officers. We can't kill a few ordinary people... We are not convinced!"

Some warriors were almost crying. They were unwilling to be punished, and even more unwilling to be discounted or even wiped out their merits. They pulled the clothes of the monk Long Shin-shou and began to cry.

"You said we are perverted and like to enjoy the process of killing people... Don't they enjoy it? Look at them strangling people with ropes, so excited! They kill people in different ways, and we just behead them. Why are we punished? They have nothing to do? If they don't agree, I just don't agree!"

Ryuma Sakamoto was defeated by the paranoia of these samurai. He went up and kicked, "Baga! Haga... They got the military order when they killed people! Have you got the military order when they killed people? Don't ask me why, when the war is over and the post-war summary meeting will start, I will give you the answer!"

"There is no need to ask such questions. The post-war summary meeting is the time to ask questions! Military rules, you must keep them in your heart and treat them as your soul..."

He beat and scolded, and then persuaded the group of Fusang samurai. Finally, he persuaded the group of Fusang samurai to leave. In the end, Ryuma Sakamoto was so tired that he stuck out his tongue. He looked at the sailors of the guards beside him and smiled bitterly, "I'll make you laugh..."

At this time, the sailors had no intention of talking about this. They pointed with shocked fingers in the direction of Amur Bay. "Sir, the enemy's warship is moving! They are going to flee..."

At this time, Ryuma Sakamoto was standing on a opposite high ground, where he could overlook the entire Amur Bay and the hills opposite him.

There are a total of fifteen large warships and more than twenty small gunboats in the depths of the bay. At this time, the small gunboats began to assault forward with dense arrays, and they were preparing to sacrifice themselves to expand the safe exit range of the mine array.

Behind these small boats are fifteen scattered warships, and at this moment, the Arleut, the largest tonnage, has lowered its flagship flag.

"The flag has been lowered! Did the Alex give up command? That warship took over him..."

Ryuma Sakamoto sneered, "No one takes over him, Atolin is crazy. He is trying to disperse the assault. How many ships can survive? They would rather sink the warships into the sea than keep them for us!"

That's right, now Aitolin and Tyachenko's faces were ferocious, the city had fallen, and any rebellious army soldiers were massacred, and the Tsarist Russian soldiers who had no way to escape were massacred by guns and bayonets on the coast.

The cartilages were surrendering and were dragged away by the Chinese with strings of ropes. God knew what fate was waiting for them.

The two generals were completely desperate, and they issued the final combat order, "Brave Navy soldiers! The army has been wiped out, and we lost this battle! The cavalry regiment in Central Asia did not arrive in the end!"

"At this last moment, I, Tyachenko... Aitolin... with the power of the chief and deputy commander of the Far East Army granted by His Majesty the Tsar, I will issue the final order of battle to everyone!"

"All naval warships, fight for their own sake, break out of the enemy's blockade and hand over our destiny to God! Remember, although we lost today's battle, the final victory of the entire war is still ours!"

"The 100,000 cavalry regiment in Central Asia has arrived! These rebels will eventually die under the sword of the Cossacks! Tsar Russia will win! Tsar Ula!"

The navy in grief sounded the whistle, and all the warships were ready for combat. They looked at the flagship flag slowly descending and saluted the last military salute. At that moment, the mourning soldier burst out with a desperate roar.

"Tsar Ula! Empire Ula! Blast out... scattered assault, and wait until the cavalry group arrives, and we will definitely return here!"

At this moment, the Zhiyuan was ready for battle. Xiao Letian sneered, "It's cruel enough! I just want you warships to be training ships? I just don't want to obey me? Since I don't want to, then sink all of them..."

Boom... Boom... Boom... The main gun of the Zhiyuan roared angryly, and the offshore patrol gunboat that rushed in the front was hit by a shell. The violent explosion completely turned the small gunboat of more than 200 tons into parts on the sea.

At this moment, the field artillery group in Vladivostok was already in place. At the command of Xiang Shaolong, the shells smashed into Amur Bay like hail.

The south and east of the Russian fleet were covered with rain of artillery shells, and thick smoke was rolling in the bay.

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Chapter completed!