C1232 The Temptation of Venomous Tongue

Molière knew that his ability had already earned the respect of this group of polar bears. This was because of his outstanding intelligence skills, in order to rope him in.

He smiled, "Thank you for your kindness, Commander, but we have to win this battle first! "Otherwise, everything will just be empty talk …"

It was probably because Belait's victory made EdStefanski a little proud, but he was currently feeling incredibly relaxed. "No no no, I don't doubt victory at all, what I care about now is just how big the fruit is, and how much we will lose … …"

"The Chinese soldiers of the Belait are indeed very brave. This is the first time I have seen such a fearless spirit on the Asian. To be able to carry explosives and launch a suicide attack, it means that these are a group of real soldiers …"

"But Mr. Molière, you have to remember that war is an extremely specialized profession, it is not possible to be hot-blooded …"

Molière thought back to the soldiers that the Belait had resisted, then he thought about the soldiers he had met when he attacked that tyrant, he frowned and said, "No no no, you were too careless. I'm sure the soldiers of the Belait are all third rate troops under Xiao Letian's command.

EdStefanski laughed and waved his hand, "Of course, of course, no one can send their elite troops to the distant reclamation area, but even if Xiao Letian's fighting strength is three times that of the third rate troops, he will still not be our match. I have confidence in my boys …"

Obviously, Molière and the others were mistaken about one thing. They treated the spontaneously organized militia of the Borneo as a regular army under Xiao Letian's command, and never thought that the young men who risked their lives to fight were actually not part of Xiao Letian's army.

At this moment, the core elites, the heavily armed Huban, had already built a huge cage above the East China Sea, waiting for this polar bear to crash into it.

"Respected sir, there is something I want to give you. In Europe, especially in the English and French, I have always called China the paradise of adventurer, initially I thought that this name only belonged to Shanghai, but after my later research in China, I realized that this paradise is actually very big, far larger than what can be found in a Shanghai …"

"Look at this rolling coastline, have you ever seen such fertile land in the cold Russia? The four seasons of the year are as warm as spring. There are no winters here, only spring and summer! "

"There are warm harbors everywhere, and the water depth is enough for you to berth a giant ship of 10,000 tons. Not only is every port able to access the economic resources of the surrounding satellite cities, every port is actually a huge economic circle …"

"Hehe, you have just looked at the map. Not far from our bow is the most famous entrance to the Minjiang River in Fujian. There is a city called Fuzhou, and it is being controlled by the British businessman right now …"

"Don't underestimate this city. It's precisely because he's at the entrance of the Minjiang River's sea that if anyone can control this place, they will be able to use the convenient water system of the Minjiang River to drive up the markets of the millions of people on both sides of the sea … Think of it as millions of people! "How much goods and resources must be produced?"

Molière was very good at luring Russia warriors, he began to paint a very beautiful golden picture for them. Although the Sand Country was vast, but the population was really thin, and in a town with a few thousand people, they dared to call it a city.

Molière was very clear about the mentality of these elites from the Tsar Russia. This group of barbarians that lived in cold areas dreamed of living a life filled with prosperity and prosperity.

The deep water port that never froze, the golden route near the ocean, the fertile land suitable for farming, and of course the millions more hardworking people like worker bees. Everything was the dream of the tsarist Russia for a thousand years.

Now that history had opened the door, the weak Qing Da lost her ability to defend herself. The barbaric Russian soldier could easily defeat these farmers.

Occupying this place, controlling this place, enslaving this place, finally turning this place into an eternal gold mine. This was what EdStefanski was thinking about right now, and this was also what Molière was continuously instigating.

Molière was like a venomous snake spitting out its core as he injected its venom into the Russia Commander. That was the desire to invade, that was the pleasure of a conqueror, that was the hope for the rise of the Russia.

"Commander, the Manchu is already extremely weak. These weaklings do not deserve to own this land. With so many Han Chinese people here, they should be replaced with a new master … Since ancient times, this land had been ruled by the strong and weak Han Chinese from the north, who was the stronger race compared to the Manchu? "Hahaha, of course it's the great Russia. Fight for the tsar, from now on, you have to thoroughly defeat the confidence of the Chinese and make them fear you for all eternity …"

"Only then can you all rule this place in the years to come, expanding the territory of the His Majesty the Tsar to the shores of the Pacific Ocean, allowing you all to have countless deep water ports, countless fertile farmlands, and hundreds of millions of hardworking slaves …"

"So, for the great His Majesty the Tsar, fight! Your Russia is the only European country bordering on China's territory. If you don't rule this land, who else would you want to rule? "

EdStefanski was completely stirred up by Molière, he was so fanatical that he wanted to rip his clothes and roar, he suddenly felt that he was the great man who had changed the history of Russia, history had already been changed.

"You are right, we want to occupy every piece of land here, to make this an inexhaustible gold mine for the Great Tsar... "Brave sailors, accelerate your advance, ram into the ship, and smash apart all the ships on the sea that are in our way!"

"Long live the Tsar! "Long live …"

Russian fleet, who had gone berserk, formed a horizontal line, and like a city wall, crushed towards the surface of the sea. Countless fishing boats, which did not manage to escape in time, were buried in the sea, causing the sea to be filled with wails and wails.

Very quickly, at the bow of the Russia's flagship St. Peter, the training ship of the Bureau of Management became one of the Russian Army's targets. The huge warship quickly rushed over.