Chapters 43 to 44 Russians

Zheng Yu smiled and said enthusiastically: "Your Excellency is well aware of the traditions of our country... it's easy to talk about, it's easy to talk about."

He raised his wine glass and enthusiastically touched Alekseev: "For tradition!"

Seeing that the other party seemed to have not understood what he was already very straightforward, Alekseyev suddenly felt like he was hitting the sky with one punch. He touched Zheng Yu with a depressed glass and took a sip, but he felt a little more contempt in his heart.

"After my country defeated the French army in Annan, we organized prisoners to conduct a military parade in Hanoi. A total of 12,000 French prisoners were lined up in a row across the avenue..." Zheng Yu drank a sip of wine, looking fascinated. "At the ceremony of the Jiawu Cemetery in the Year of the Sino-Japanese War, eight thousand island prisoners crossed Chang'an Street neatly, and Beijing was filled with people and cheered. You said this, which made me feel a little embarrassed..."

Alekseyev choked and coughed violently after drinking a sip of wine. His bloated body bent to the same size as a lobster.

Zheng Yu quickly helped the other party and said in surprise: "Your Excellency, you are..."

Alekseev gasped for a while, took the handkerchief from the adjutant's hand, wiped the corners of his mouth and clothes on his chest, and looked at Zheng Yu fiercely. However, Zheng Yu suddenly realized that he was not aware of it and said sincerely: "Sun Tzu's Art of War, I expected to be defeated before I expected the victory. Your words are deeply in line with the art of war. I admire it, and admire it."

Alekseev was stunned, and the adjutant quickly pressed into his ear and whispered: "Your Excellency, my grandson is a famous military strategist in China, probably Clausewitz from the East. He wrote a military study book, and this sentence is from that book."

Alekseev was hit and his arrogance was a little shorter. He thought to himself that this boy was tactful and gave him a step forward. Naturally, he said: "I'll just talk casually, just kid, don't take it seriously..."

"No, general, even if it's a joke, it can be seen that you have a deep military accomplishment." Zheng Yu shook his head solemnly, "It's obvious that you have mastered the essence of your grandson's military art and can be called a grandson of the West."

He raised his wine glass sincerely and said enthusiastically: "For the wisdom of our Russian grandson, His Excellency Alekseev!"

Seeing this, everyone hurriedly made fun of him: "For the wisdom of His Excellency Alekseev!"

Some officers who were interested in flattering and helped Alekseev get some face to find his face also shouted intrigue: "For our Russian grandson, the wisdom of His Excellency Alekseev!"

Everyone clinked glasses, Zheng Yu smiled and drank it all, and his heart was extremely happy.

He looked at the big bald head opposite and said sincerely: "You are the Russian grandson in my heart, the Russian grandson..."

At this moment, many people seemed to notice that the atmosphere here was a bit strange and surrounded them. In the crowd, Sophia, who was standing with Otto's father and the Finnish God of War, looked at Zheng Yu intently, with dazzling eyes.

Although I didn't understand Zheng Yu's metaphor, Alekseev was depressed after suffering two mute losses. After all, a major general next to me felt depressed. Seeing this, he said with understanding: "Your Highness, I heard that you are traveling around the world and watching the naval fleets of Britain, the United States and France. However, the Pacific Fleet of the Russian Empire is currently the strongest in the Eastern world. If you are interested, it is better to invite you to see it below, and this trip is definitely worth it."

"If you have the chance, you must observe it." Zheng Yu nodded in a daze, while Alekseyev and others were proud. In their opinion, the 420,000 tons of water displacement, including the 16 battleships, had the power of the Dinghai Dinghai needle.

"Think about it, I really have to hold on." Zheng Yu sighed softly, and everyone was puzzled. "If you don't go now, maybe you will never have the chance to see them again in the future. God bless those poor ships..."

Sophia finally couldn't help but burst out laughing. Dad Otto next to her quickly covered her mouth and pulled her out of the crowd.

The Russians looked at the crown prince in disbelief, wondering how this enemy prince, who looked like a peace envoy, showed so explicit hostility today!

Alekseyev's face was already a little red. He snorted heavily and said with gritted teeth: "The Russian Empire Navy is the first navy in the Eastern world. Please forgive my frankness. With the following professional vision, the ships of your country... The Virgin bless those poor sinners... are just floating steel coffins."

He raised his chin provocatively: "Maybe, after a volley, there will be no yellow-skinned sampan on the sea."

The officers next to him agreed intriguingly, Russian rudeness spread one after another.

"His Excellency General, in the spirit of humanitarianism, it seems that my naval ships will need to increase their food and prepare to accept more prisoners!"

"Yellow-skinned survivors...how long should their hammocks be? Four feet? Three feet?"

"Under the Cossack's saber, there will be no yellow-skinned mouse left!"

Zheng Yu looked at the group of Russian noble officers who were a little frightened or pretended to be drunk and crazy, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. Waiting for these people to calm down, he looked around the audience, as if he had passed through the crowd in front of him and saw Sophia's concerning eyes, with a slight jaw on his head, then stared at Alekseev and said coldly: "There is a saying in Genghis Khan that I have always liked it."

The Russian officers on the opposite side suddenly changed their expressions. There is no doubt that the Mongolian cavalry who had conquered the entire Ross plain and allowed Ross princes of all sizes to lick their horse boots were always an indelible nightmare in the hearts of these people.

Zheng Yu took a deep breath and said loudly: "If you want to fight, you will fight!"

Throwing this loud and vocal speech, Zheng Yu stroked his chest gracefully, bowed around, turned around and nodded to Qiu Haiyang and other entourages, raised his head, and swept across every Russian officer with a bright look, as if the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if the eagle in the air was looking down at his prey. His eyes finally landed on the beautiful figure in the crowd. He walked over lightly, and the crowd separated automatically, revealing the Finnish loli behind him.

Looking at this young man who was obviously a little different today, Sophia was fascinated and snuggled tightly on Zheng Yu's shoulder. Zheng Yu patted her little head lovingly, turned to Alekseyev and others, and smiled: "The beauty has an appointment... I won't spend more time with me."
Chapter completed!