Everything on the battlefield, including the chaotic scene in the command center, fell into the eyes of Xiao Letian and Zai Chun beside him. Xiao Letian said nothing but looked at the battlefield with a telescope lightly, then closed his eyes and thought, and then looked at the map.

No matter how much consultation Mr. Long casts his eyes on him, Xiao Letian doesn't speak. He just repeats this step back and forth, observing the battlefield situation, listening to the military situation sent by Kuaima, and watching the changes on the military map anytime and anywhere, that's all.

Zai Chun next to him did not have that much concentration. He even climbed to the commanding heights of the church next to him and looked at the bloody battle on the western front with a high-power telescope. The crazy fighting power of the Cossacks shocked the little emperor.

It turns out that this is the real war. What emerges from the inside out is absolutely iron-blooded violence. Here, people's lives are as cheap as grass, and killing people is as silent as mowing grass.

The blood was so red, and the roar of grief on the battlefield was so harsh. A group of civilians walked down the tower and carried the seriously injured soldiers through their bodies. The injured soldiers' abdomen were cut by sharp blades, and their sticky intestines were exposed outside. Zai Chun's heart was beating wildly when he saw them.

But Zaichun didn't vomit, nor was he afraid. He was frightened to find that there was an inexplicable excitement deep in his heart, as if something had awakened from his heart.

When he returned to the command center, he looked at Master Long's command coldly, and suddenly he found that the commander-in-chief selected by the master was very problematic.

The battlefield was already in chaos, and the officers under his command even fought emotionally. They could attack at will without any military orders. The enemy's repeated feint attacks could be replaced by a battalion's troops.

Is this still commanding the battle? Is this chaos inevitable? Can those officers who keep ordering can't shoot a group of people? Zaichun really can't see it. Looking at the master's performance, it seems that he has not noticed anything Xiang Shaolong did. Eight hundred cavalrymen were messing around in their abdomen, so why didn't they say a word?

Time passed minute by minute, and the battlefield situation became clearer and clearer. Everyone understood what these 800 enemy troops wanted to do. They were just creating opportunities for the subsequent 20,000 troops and trying their best to drag the Volunteer troops to the eastern front, and the 20,000 troops would definitely arrive as scheduled on the western front.

Let’s look at the Tsarist Russian warships in the Gulf. The warships hiding at the mouth of Suifenhe can completely avoid the artillery attack of the Zhiyuan. Which minefield blocked the Tsarist Russian Navy’s breakthrough pace and also blocked the rhythm of the Chinese Navy’s offensive.

"What kind of mess is this? How can you win if you continue like this?" Zai Chun, who couldn't bear it, jumped up and yelled, causing the astonished gaze of everyone in the command center.

Zaichun took the initiative and walked to Xiang Shaolong. "The army has become in chaos. Are you watching those guys who disrespect the orders and act recklessly?"

"Give me your gun! Give me the command of the military police! I'll help you implement military discipline!"

Xiang Shaolong's eyes twitched, "You help me implement military discipline? How do you want to implement..."

"Those who keep calling will be executed on the spot! There is no favor to talk about in war. If you should sacrifice, you will sacrifice. No one can act emotionally!"

Xiang Shaolong asked back, "Sacrifice? Is the field hospital being raided, shouldn't we rescue it? Should the logistics base being raided, we watch it?"

"When is it that you are still so pedantic?" Zai Chun shouted. "Now the focus of everything is on the Western Front. Twenty thousand Cossack cavalry will appear on the other side of Suifenhe at any time! Only by blocking them can we win, and everything else can be sacrificed!"

Zaichun looked at Xiang Shaolong's waist, "I know you have a pistol, give him to me, I will carry out military law on your behalf!"

At this time, Xiao Letian also put down the telescope in his hand. He looked at Zai Chun quietly. He was familiar with the pistol than anyone else. It was not an ordinary pistol. It was a pair of private collection guns that Xiao Letian had not yet become powerful. In order to thank him for his life-saving grace, US President Lincoln gave him a pair of private collection guns.

He kept one of himself and gave one to Xiang Shaolong. At that time, Xiao Letian was extremely dangerous, and countless people wanted to assassinate him. Although Master Long was a great hero in the world, he had more safety when he had a gun.

Zai Chun had long been eyeing this pistol. He even secretly planned to never return it after the pistol was in his hands. Such a good treasure must be kept in his hands. With this gun, it proves that he is the real heir to the prime minister's mantle.

Xiang Shaolong looked down at the revolver, with a distinct western denim style ivory gun handle exposed outside the calfskin holster, which was his most precious treasure.

"Implement military law? Do you think the Volunteer Army needs military law now!" Master Long asked back.

Zai Chun was about to jump up in anger, "It's not military law or something. The two battalions that have just been built, and they will attack the field hospital without your order. Isn't this disobedience or something? The most important thing on the battlefield now is the Western Front. If we defend the Western Front, we will win. All officers who keep orders should be shot..."

"Enough! Don't mess around, go ahead..." At the last moment, Xiao Letian suddenly roared, and Zai Chun was stunned when he heard this.

"Master, what are you doing? Isn't it right? Isn't it what you taught me that kindness does not control the army, righteousness does not control the wealth? Now the Volunteer Army is so chaotic, are you just watching?" Zai Chun was so aggrieved that he was about to cry.

Xiao Letian was extremely disappointed with Zai Chun's performance. He held many harsh words into his stomach. Finally, he sighed and said, "This is not an ordinary war! You must understand, you must understand that this is a war for the independence and founding of the Far East..."

Xiao Letian roared angrily, "I know you are in a bad mood. This is the land conquered by your ancestors. Now that you have left it, you are unwilling to accept it! But there is no way. This is the agreement signed by the Forbidden City, and you have no room for refutation at all!"

Looking at Zai Chun's red face, Xiao Letian said with heartache, "This is a battle to establish a country, and it is also a battle to form a military battle for the regular army of the Far East Kingdom in the future. It is like breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly. The volunteers must endure this pain on their own in order to truly have their own military soul!"

"Everyone of us can live forever in this world. No one will become someone's crutch for life. We have to walk our own path in the end!"

"In this land, there are Manchu people, Wild Jurchens, Oroqen, Mongolians, and samurai immigrants from Fusang... Of course, there are Han people. They will survive here for generations in the future. They will have their own culture, their own traditions, and their own personalities!"

"Do I, Xiao Letian, protect them for one hundred years or two hundred years? Does Xiang Shaolong have that ability? No one has it, and everything depends on them..."

"Military souls are created by death! National character is also produced by hardship! You know what a fool..."
Chapter completed!