Negotiation has been a chore from ancient times to the present. Humans are born to be a creature that is difficult to unify their thoughts, and it is even more difficult to coordinate with disputes over interests.

The little ghost of Wuxi thought he had already made all the truth and conveyed enough information about the Chinese people's victory, but it was the other party's shaking his head.

Sister Wu is really impatient now. Time is life, every minute and every second is precious. God knows whether he can block the upcoming 30,000 Cossack reinforcements. Perhaps the next second that is delayed here is the moment when the enemy rushes across the border.

"Enough, enough! We can't waste time anymore! I really can't imagine why you are so stubborn! Isn't it natural to follow the side that will win? Looking into my eyes..." Sister Wu shouted.

"For the past nine years, our brothers and sisters have died every day. Those Rakshasa ghosts are slaughtering them all the time! Our pastures, forests, gold mines, farmlands... have all become the enemy's pockets! Have you forgotten the tragedy of the Great Qingdao Gold Mine?"

"You always say that you love the people as your sons. Have you forgotten the people who were thrown on the other side of the Ussuri River? You said that you have a conscience, you said that you still have a human heart. Now tell me where is your human heart?"

A series of rhetorical questions from Sister Wu finally angered Hunchun, "Enough! It's not that you will win, I must lose all my life!"

"I'll put my words in the clear place! Even if your volunteers win in the end, I will not stop the 30,000 Cossacks again... Don't treat us as cannon fodder!"

Hunchun said in pain, "The result is no longer important. As long as we move, this process is destined to be miserable! Thirty thousand Cossacks may not be able to eat you, but they will definitely pour their anger on our heads...How many people do you want us to die? Those are all my brothers, why do you die for you..."

The little ghost of Wuyin shouted in anger, "What does it mean to die for us? Emperor Tongzhi is on the sea. Haven't you received your Majesty's secret order before? Are you fighting for us? You are fighting for His Majesty the Emperor you are loyal to!"

"Then let's take the imperial edict!" Hunchun roared, and two tears burst out in his eyes. "It's okay to want us to die! Come with His Majesty's imperial edict. As long as His Majesty orders us to attack, what's the harm that 100,000 brothers in Baishan and Black Water will sprinkle blood here? There are still us in the Qing Dynasty who are not afraid of death!"

"Without His Majesty's will, others will let us die...we will never!" Hunchun suddenly pushed open the door, and the dazzling sunlight outside shone in. The guards in the yard were filled with tears.

Hunchun stretched out his hand and pointed at them and burst into tears. "Master Wuyin! They are not a string of numbers in your intelligence! They are not a piece on the chessboard that you can mobilize at will! They are not cannon fodder that can be sacrificed at will!"

"Everyone here is born by parents! They have their own home, their wives and children, and their own paths to the rest of their lives! Why do you take your life away with just one word? They are my brothers..."

"He is one of the few last men in the Qing Dynasty who were loyal to the emperor and served the country!"

"General..." The soldiers outside choked up. They all heard the quarrel just now. The veterans who had followed Hunchun for many years were moved and tears filled their eyes.

"See the general to the death! No one of us will listen except the general's orders!"

"Yes! If you don't listen to anyone, just listen to the general..."

People yelled wildly. It is not easy to meet a commander who loves soldiers like his son in this life. It is hot for people to change their hearts and souls!

The little ghost in Fog looked at everything in front of him and sighed softly, "No wonder the Prime Minister said more than once before... China in the future will surely be an era of warlords! Sometimes the reason why warlords become warlords is not necessarily entirely because of ambition!"

Hunchun didn't hear what the little ghost in Wuyin was saying clearly. He was just venting his emotions on his own. "Now I think of us here! What have you done long ago... If you had sent us Mauser rifles, field cannons and various military supplies to us before, we might as well be a strong army for this winter training!"

"I have a good gun in my hand, my brothers have military pay in my pockets, and I have some hot military rations for people to eat... If I can really do anything, why don't we work hard for you? At least we can resist the Cossacks for a while at that time, and we won't be so different in strength!"

"But you don't. Now you want us to fight with the Rakshasa ghost with big swords, spears, and bird guns and muskets? We are not fools, we won't go to die! If you want us to die, then take your Majesty's imperial edict. I, Hunchun, will die on the way to charge! Everything else is free from discussion..."

This is the door to the negotiations closed. Sister Wu frowned and said, "You think it's pretty. How many arms we have to do with your 100,000 troops? Then it will be a waste of money on the Qing Dynasty!"

As for Zaichun's imperial edict, it's not difficult, but there's no time! Hunchun is just a sure thing, we don't have time!

After a fierce ideological struggle, the little ghost of Mizuki suddenly smiled, "The general is so angry, sit down and talk slowly! I haven't drunk a sip of water for the past half day, so I have to give you a sip of hot tea, right?"

The atmosphere eased a little, Hunchun nodded to the guards, and naturally someone went to serve hot tea. The three of them retreated to the room and sat on the chair to calm down.

The little ghost of Wuxi organized a speech, "General! You seem to have misunderstood me a little. When did I say I want you to fight the Rakshasa ghost? There are some ways to deal with the enemy! Can you lend your map to use it?"

Hunchun and Lao Lin looked at each other and didn't know what the woman was selling in the gourd, so they could only nod on the map on the western wall.

The little ghost of the Fog Hidden strode over and said, "General! Of course, I know that Cossacks are fierce and difficult to deal with, so it is natural to fight against them for casualties! But I didn't ask you to fight against Cossacks. The goal I want you to deal with is here..."

After saying that, he waved his hand and pointed directly at a city on the map, Qiqihar, the capital of Heilongjiang.

Hunchun and Lao Lin immediately jumped out of the chair, "What do you mean?"

Sister Wu's eyes flashed with a gleam and bit her back teeth and said viciously, "What does it mean? The meaning is very obvious! Let's lead the troops north and attack Qiqihar. That is Tipxin's residence. Grab Tipxin and force him to give an order to close the Heilongjiang River!"

"There are not many ferries that Cossacks can choose. At that time, we will use explosives to smash the ice surface, or simply lay cinders to destroy all ferries that can be crossed by the enemy cavalry..."

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Chapter completed!