General Warren Katsky died, and he died worthless. A Russian general was forced to be used as an ordinary soldier, and eventually lost his life without any dignity on the battlefield.

This is the tragedy of Warren Katsky and the tragedy of Russian soldiers.

But no matter what, the Germans and Ukrainians will never care about all this. In their hearts, they only need one thing:

victory!

From one victory to another! At this time, the goddess of victory was already smiling towards them.

"A general, a real general, and he performed very well on the battlefield, but he died like this." After learning the truth about the cause of Warren Katsky's death, Wang Weiyi couldn't help but sigh: "Do you ask me if you regret it? I feel very sorry. Although he is my enemy, he shouldn't die like this."

"Yes, I've dealt with this guy, a very talented commander..." Korkorok also sighed: "If Gregory could really hand over the command of the front line to him, maybe we would have had great difficulties."

Speaking of this, he suddenly made another suggestion: "His Excellency Baron, I suggest that we can persuade General Darkrenf, commander of the 11th Army of Russia."

"Persist in surrender?" Wang Weiyi frowned: "Are you sure?"

"It's not very sure, but the death of Warren Katsky gave us a good chance." Korkorok quickly replied: "Dalkrov is a firm Russian officer. Under normal circumstances, he will not surrender, but now the situation has changed. His 11th Army suffered heavy losses under our repeated attacks and he cannot get supplies. Moreover, he and Warren Katsky are very good friends. Perhaps Warren Katsky's death will bring him strong stimulation...."

Wang Weiyi pondered for a moment: "Who is better to send?"

"Major General Hayerav." Korkorok proposed the man's name without hesitation: "He surrendered, and what I know is that Hayerav has always been a subordinate of Darkrenf before. On some major issues, Darkrenf was willing to negotiate with Hayerav. Perhaps Hayerav can play some surprising role...."

Wang Weiyi nodded.

Perhaps the hope of success is not great, but it is worth trying anyway.

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The same thing he has mentioned countless times:

War is often not just fighting.

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The death of Warren Katsky reached Darkrenf's ears as soon as possible. As the commander of the 11th Army, especially as Warren Katsky's friend, Darkrenf's inner sadness could not be expressed in words.

This is a tragedy and a laughing stock. You can shoot a commander because of the failure of a commander, but you must not humiliate him.

He could not figure out why the Grand Duke of Beerstoka did this.

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Did he want to arouse the anger of the entire army?

"Hayerav, please see him." His chief of staff, Midov, interrupted the sad Dalkrenf's thoughts.

"Hayerav? Didn't he surrender?" Darkrenf frowned.

"Yes, he has surrendered. I think this time I'm here to persuade us to surrender..." Midoff said cautiously.

Darkrenf smiled coldly: "A surrendered commander can never be worthy of being called a real soldier. I should arrest him, but he was once my subordinate, so let him leave here immediately!"

"Mr. Commander, I suggest you meet again." Darkrenf said boldly: "The situation of the war is already very bad, and it is always good to leave us a way out."

Darkrenf fully understood what his chief of staff meant. Everyone was afraid of failure and everyone was afraid of death.

One more friend may always lead to another way out.

He nodded with some difficulty.

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Hayerav has never seen General Dalkrenf for many times. When he met again, he said without any concealment: "You are old, general."

"And you're young, Hayerav." Darkrenf's tone was full of sarcasm: "Is it better for the Germans?"

Hayerav fully understood what the other party meant: "General, the food in the Germans is actually the same as ours, and even worse. Germany is not a nation that is good at cooking.

But there is one thing they did very well, they respect me, even if I was a surrendered officer.

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"Don't you feel shameless?" Darkrenf interrupted the other party in anger: "You are a Russian officer, but you shamelessly surrendered to the enemy and then help them speak? What respect is it? Can a surrendered traitor get real respect?"

"Yes, I feel I've got real respect." Hayerav smiled: "If I'm still here, maybe I've become a machine gunner now."

Darkrenf jumped up almost angrily, but then he swallowed the accusation he had in his mouth again.

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You can't scold the other person for laughing at him, because this is done by the Russians themselves.

Perhaps for a long time to come, the shame of a Russian general being killed by a machine gunner will be given to various countries as a joke after dinner.

"General, I know that the pain in your heart is far greater than that in us. You and General Warren Katsky have been friends for many years." Hayeraf stopped his smile: "I don't have to hide my purpose of coming this time. Yes, I was commissioned by Baron Ernst Breme, the German Marshal Ernst Breme to persuade you to surrender."

"No, go back and tell Ernst that I will not surrender, not today, never will. I would rather shoot bullets into my chest than be a traitor!" Darkrenf said without hesitation: "A true soldier will never accept such humiliation!"

Hayerav did not avoid any evasion: "Do you really think surrender is detrimental to your officer's majesty? Or do you think you will become a shame for Russia? You can't do anything. What has our country become? Maybe you know better than me. The hypocritical and incompetent Duke ruled our country and caused us to suffer failures again and again. Look at the people he trusted. When we fought bloody battles on the front line, the Duke and the borers of those countries were boring our country again and again... How many times did your soldiers not receive the wages they deserved? How many times did your subordinates complain to you? The soldiers were fighting on hungry, while the borers of Moscow were living a luxurious life. Do you think this is equal? ​​Do you think this is the soldiers deserve it? Or do you have to wait for everyone to rise up and turn against you on the battlefield before you feel regretful?"

Darkrenf was silent.

At least Hayerav is right. After delaying the salary of military personnel to any major power, Russia is still the case.

The soldiers are also human beings, and they also need that salary to support their families, especially in the case of war, which was basically exchanged for their blood.

Not only that, even the death pension of the dead soldiers was seriously owed. The dead soldiers fought for their country to the last moment of their lives, but their families could not even guarantee the minimum dignity of survival.

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On the front line, commanders like Dalkrenf or Warren Katsky are trying their best to stabilize the soldiers' emotions, but how long can they delay?

Sooner or later, this sharp contradiction will completely break out.

"The Commander, His Excellency Hayerav, is right." At this time, Chief of Staff Midoff said: "The day before yesterday, the frontline troops had already begun to ask for their due wages, otherwise they would refuse to continue fighting. I ordered the arrest of several troublemakers in the head, but I cannot guarantee that the situation will not expand. Not only that, such a worrying situation has occurred in various troops one after another. The Commander, now is at the most tense moment of the war...."

Darkrenf pursed his lips.

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To be continued...