"No, no, no... it is definitely not a real breakthrough! Vinia is a navy general, and he will not not understand this truth. On this isolated island, they have no way to escape..."

Sima Yun was spinning back and forth in the command center, his mind kept turning around, and various intelligences began to be summarized together, until he recalled what Xiao Letian said at the strategic level meeting held before the war, and he suddenly woke up.

"God! So that's it..." Sima Yun suddenly realized, "It turns out that these people are not fools. They guessed the Prime Minister's plan! Their purpose is not to break through, they are going to assassinate Exon!"

There was an uproar in the command center, and no one could believe their ears. Middle and low-level officers were not allowed to attend the highest-level meeting, and only senior officials such as Sima Yun could know the magical use of Eckerson.

More officers are not very familiar with international law and diplomatic negotiation principles. Although they are all qualified battlefield commanders, once the analysis issues involve international law, diplomacy, and imperial strategic levels, they will completely blindly.

Fortunately, Hitotaro did not take his own initiative but brought it directly to Sima Yun and Luo Huo, otherwise this important information would have been delayed.

Sima Yun slapped his thigh, "Absolutely, we must not let Ekson die. We must live. In the end, we need Ekson to negotiate with us, go through that formality, and also need his signature... That is the final end of the entire battle!"

"Hidetaro!" Sima Yun yelled.

"Come!" Hitotaro stepped forward and stood attentively and saluted.

"Hitaro, now you can select the elite commando team and prepare for a night raid! Be the most fierce, least afraid of death, and the best fighting skills... from now on, you must be prepared and sprint in to protect Exon's life!"

"Yes, General!" When Hitotaro heard that there was a hand-to-hand combat, he trembled all over his body in excitement and turned his head to run out. But at this moment, another great news finally arrived.

A crazy roar from the telegram room of the command center suddenly sounded like a roar from the sender, "Emergency! Hundreds of urgent urgent telegrams! The Prime Minister sent a telegram from the Far East..."

The running telegrapher tripped over the stone on the ground and slammed a dog and chewed his shit. He hit a bag as big as a goose egg on his forehead. His facial features were deformed, but the telegraph paper in his hand was raised high above his head and didn't touch any trace of soil.

"General! Great joy! A great victory in the Far East..."

Luo Huo jumped over and grabbed the telegram and just looked at him and laughed crazy, "Hahaha... God has eyes! Long live the Prime Minister! Hahaha..."

"Miss Wu cooperated with Hunchun to launch the Heilongjiang mutiny, and the Cossacks were blocked north of Heilongjiang... Then, the Amur River Dragon Master led his troops to defeat Fajeev, and Jiangxin Island had become a place of killing..."

"When the telegram was sent, the battle was over, and Fajeev officially announced his surrender! Hahaha..."

"Long live!" The entire command center was completely infuriated. The news of the victory was like wings flying around in the trenches. All the soldiers shouted in a carnival, and people hugged each other and jumped and laughed. The last battle was finally over and the soldiers' mission had been completed.

"Long live the Chinese race! Long live the prime minister! Long live the volunteers!"

Andrev, who was bandaging the wound at the medical station behind, stood up suddenly. A roll of gauze rolled to the ground in the nurse's hand, as long as a white filial piety belt.

"What are you shouting? Tell me what are you shouting? What are you talking about? What are you translator... What are you translator?" Andrev almost cut off his little arm by grabbing the wrist of the nurse.

The translator outside the medical station rushed in, knocked Andrev's hand down and said proudly, "You lost! Fajeev has been defeated and issued a surrender order on the Amur River. The cavalry from Central Asia have also lost! Hahaha, now there are only these pitiful ghosts left on the Tangwan Mountain, hahaha..."

Ah...Andlev screamed and saw a black look in front of his eyes and knocked down the medicine rack, and fell to the ground. "God! Woooooo... Why did even Fajeev lose? Why is this... Can't you run away if you can't beat him? Idiot! Why should you surrender..."

The translator looked at Andrev in pain contemptuously, and turned around and waved his hand and rushed up the prisoner. "Let's go, you have to go to the vault and tell them the last news... There is no hope, the army has surrendered, are you still counting on diplomacy to have any results? Go and dream..."

When Andrev was dragged back to the command center, he found that the Chinese were crazy. More than ten bottles of liquor had been opened on the military map on the table, and military cans pried open with daggers were placed in a row. The officers gathered together to drink liquor and eat meat with big stutters. At this moment, the military discipline had no restraint.

Even Sima Yun and Luo Huo had a drink. Seeing Andrev being brought up, Luo Huosa gave him a cup and poured half a glass of rum.

"You should have heard our cheers. There is nothing to say at this point. I have prepared food, salt, medical products and hot water for you in the prisoner-of-war camp. As long as you surrender honestly, we will not abuse you and guarantee your basic human rights..."

"But this is the last time I persuaded surrender. If you still don't surrender this time, I'm sorry. We won't attack, we will cut off the diet on the mountain... slowly starve you to death!"

Sima Yun looked at the pocket watch, "It's 5:45 pm now, I'll give you two hours of persuasion time. We won't be polite after the deadline, so we'll do it ourselves... Come on! Take Mr. Andrev up the mountain!"

Andrev had no idea. He raised his head and drank the spirits and walked out with the translator. However, as soon as he climbed to the position, he found more than 30 Chinese soldiers lined up in neat tofu block formations, waiting for the battle under the leadership of Hitoro.

Each soldier wore over-knee leather boots and patent leather hats, thick brown armed belts tied to his body, and there was a revolver full of bullets on each side. He carried an improved version of Spencer and gave up Mauser on his back.

He also brought a small sword more than one meter long around his waist and the handle of the silver swallowing shark skin. It was obvious that it was the top-notch product in Fusang.

Not to mention the strings of bullet belts and grenades around everyone's waist, this is not a soldier, it is a completely human-shaped mobile arsenal.

"You? You guys are..." Andrev asked in shock.

"Bah..." Hitotaro spit on the ground, "Don't think about it, I am Xiao Bingtaro, the adopted son of the Prime Minister! Today you are lucky, I will personally take someone to escort you up the mountain..."
Chapter completed!