Age of Conquest Reborn

On the battlefield in the Far East, the sound of artillery was loud and the smoke was filled. The Japanese army and the Soviet army were fighting inextricably, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and each other was attacking and defending. Generally speaking, the Soviet army was in a passive situation. The Far East Front Army was besieged by the Japanese army from all sides.

In order to compress the Soviet battlefield space, Zhukov had to order the troops to retreat again and again. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that without strong foreign aid, the defeat of the Soviet Far East Front would only be a matter of time.

The two lines of reinforcements seemed to be powerful, but half of their strength was cut off by the independent division troops that were following them. They continued to attack for several days without being able to defeat the Japanese blockade. The distance of only a few hundred kilometers became very far away. They launched a fierce attack on the Japanese blockade line.

General Kilganin of the Soviet Trans-Hinggan Mountains Front and General Gregaliev, commander of the Baikal Front, received reports on the battle situation in the Far East battlefield from the headquarters every day. Pessimism grew in the hearts of the two Soviet commanders.

On the battlefield of Outer Mongolia, the Soviet Union's Outer Mongolia Front troops evacuated slowly. On the one hand, they were constantly restrained by the five mechanized infantry brigades directly under the independent division. The main reason was the poor road conditions in Outer Mongolia, coupled with Chutian's special operations.

The detachment wreaked havoc, and the Soviet army was almost in the process of building roads, step by step closer to the Ural Mountains and the Tannu Mountains, but was that the end?

In the past, General Vasilevsky, the commander of the Soviet Outer Mongolia Front, would definitely have thought so. However, he was no longer optimistic. Tang Qiuli's independent division, with more than 30 divisions and hundreds of thousands of soldiers, was

On the road he must pass, he is well prepared. If he wants to return to Europe, a fierce battle is inevitable. However, the time to end the fierce battle is beyond his control!

From the Far East to Outer Mongolia, there are wars filled with artillery fire and smoke everywhere. The Soviet army, the Japanese army, Tang Qiuli's independent division troops, and millions of soldiers from the three parties are fighting against each other in this vast land. However, the independence

The division troops were more like bystanders, or they could act as a deterrent to both the Japanese and Soviet armies.

Amidst the heavy artillery fire, there was a faint smell of blood and the breath of spring in the air. In the season that had not yet arrived, in the early morning of May 30, a military transport plane from the direction of Moscow flew in the air force of the Independent Division.

The Northern Flying Group, a squadron of fighter jets in the Outer Mongolia patrol area, quietly landed at the Kulun Field Airport. It was said to be surveillance, but in the eyes of Stalin's negotiating plenipotentiary, the Soviet People's Commissar for Foreign Affairs Molotov, it was more like an escort.

The huge and clumsy military transport plane finally taxied smoothly on the runway after the fuselage trembled violently. Molotov leaned in front of the porthole. With a complicated mood, he looked at the scenery passing by outside the window, and felt a familiar feeling.

passed before my eyes.

Molotov was no stranger to Kulun. Outer Mongolia was able to split from China, but he did not know how many tricks he had done in it. After the Soviet Union completely took control of Outer Mongolia, he came to Kulun more often. Of course, every time he came

The purpose was the same, to let this piece of land cut off from China completely arrange its future direction according to the will of the Soviet Union. Molotov was in a great mood every time he went to Kulun.

In front of the frightened leaders of Outer Mongolia, I was more like an imperial envoy, coming with a feeling of grace. That Qiubashan, Sukh Bator, was a staunch rebel, and the look in his eyes was just

worship and fear

, It is a pity that the two revolutionaries who dominated the Outer Mongolia region have become a thing of the past, gone with the wind, and turned into mottled and scattered memories. The current Outer Mongolia and the current Kulun belong to the Chinese Tang Qiuli.

The world.

Returning to his old place has changed the world, bringing with it a different state of mind. He is no longer an imperial minister, but on the contrary, he is a negotiator who comes to beg for peace from the enemy with the national interests of the Soviet Union. Molotov's heart

With mixed feelings, "How will that Tang Qiuli treat his arrival?" Molotov sighed and thought to himself, "Don't even think about a welcome scene that is equal to your status!

I just hope it’s not too embarrassing!”

For a moment, Molotov felt humiliated. The transport plane stopped and the hatch opened. After gathering his emotions, Molotov walked on the ramp. His eyes condensed. The scene he saw was different from his own anyway.

The number I imagined doesn't match up.

There were no heavily armed soldiers that Tang Qiuli used to show off his force, and there were no frequently taking off and landing fighter jets. The huge airport was deserted and deserted, and he did not see a car or a person at the end of the runway, waiting for his arrival.

A gust of wind blew by,

Molotov felt a chill in his heart, "Could it be that the Chinese Tang Qiuli is using this deliberately cold approach to embarrass himself? Is this the so-called 'daunting power' that the Chinese are good at?" In an instant

, countless speculations welled up in his heart.

There were not many entourage following Molotov to Kulun this time. There were only translators, guards and a few assistants, only six or seven people. At this moment, they were standing on the empty airport runway, looking blankly at the white clouds in May in Outer Mongolia.

The blue sky with flowers, and the grassland without a trace of green, the mood is even more desolate than the withered grass.

Just when Molotov and others were at a loss, the motors rang softly, and several military jeeps came from a distance like lightning. They arrived in front of them in the blink of an eye. They braked sharply and with a "squeak" sound, the jeep stabilized.

It stopped steadily in front of us, kicked up dust on the airport runway, and slapped several Soviets in the face.

A young major officer jumped out of the jeep, glanced at the Soviets with cold eyes, raised his thick black eyebrows, and said in proficient Russian: "Please get in the car!"

It was as simple as that. There was no introduction or explanation. It was not a deliberate humiliation or contempt, but a direct disregard. Molotov was filled with anger. "In any case, I am also a special envoy representing the Soviet Union. I came here through negotiation, not

Come to surrender, that Tang Qiuli didn't even follow the most basic diplomatic etiquette. Not only did he not have a high-ranking officer of equal status to him, he came to the airport to greet him, but he sent a major who would die if he talks too much. What does this mean?"

Molotov, who had been in diplomatic situations for a long time, although he felt uncomfortable, he also knew that he was here to ask for help and had to endure any treatment. However, several guards behind him gave up and followed.

Comrade Molotov has been here for many years. As Comrade Molotov is, he is not always a prominent figure in the local area. He goes all the way to the airport to wait for him. When the Chinese arrive, a little major will come.

He was so arrogant that he looked like he was escorting a prisoner.

A guard who was more than 1.9 meters tall, with the rank of colonel and as strong as a bull, stepped forward and said angrily: "Major, please abide by the minimum diplomatic etiquette, Comrade Molotov."

He is the leader of the Soviet Union. I regard this kind of treatment as a provocation to the Soviet Union. Also, according to international practice, when you see an officer with a higher military rank than you, you should salute first!"

A Soviet colonel like a mountain of meat stood in front of the independent division major who was only 1.7 meters tall and slightly thin.

He was balanced, looking at the Chinese major in front of him fiercely with a little pride.

Molotov couldn't help but frown. He came to Kulun this time to solve the crisis, not to show off his muscles. The guard's actions probably annoyed the elusive Chinese. After all, he was asking for help.

While he was still on the other side's property, he wanted to scold his guards, but then he thought, this might as well test the depth of the Chinese people, and also let Tang Qiuli know that some people and some things should not be taken lightly.

The major of the independent division looked up and saw the Soviet colonel, who was almost covered by the sun above his head. There was no concealment of disdain in his eyes. He smiled slightly at first, showing his white teeth. Then, his eyes suddenly changed and his whole body was filled with excitement.

A murderous aura filled with the smell of blood arose. This murderous aura, as if it were real, rushed towards the face. Several people, including Molotov, couldn't help but shudder.

The big Soviet colonel who bore the brunt of the attack was even more shocked. The hairs all over his body stood up. He couldn't help but take two steps back. He was also a soldier, so he naturally knew where this murderous aura came from. He didn't have 1,800 swords in his hands.

Human life would not have such murderous intent. The Soviet colonel trembled in his heart, as if the thin middle-aged man in front of him was like a tiger that could rise up at any time.

This kind of momentum cannot be matched by following the leader, pampering, and not seeing much blood. The Soviet colonel believed that if the major of the independent division took action, in an instant, he would stay in the land of Outer Mongolia forever.

Molotov recovered from the shock. The murderous aura that could endanger his life at this moment made him very uncomfortable. He took a step forward and asked, "Mr. Major, where are we going?" He broke the deadlock.

situation.

The major of the independent division still cherished his words, "Get in the car and we'll find out when we get there!" As soon as he spoke, the murderous aura that seemed to be substantial disappeared in the air, and several Soviets with complicated moods climbed up.

The jeep was at a loss and left to its own devices. The convoy drove out of the airport and headed towards the city of Cullen.

Cullen, in the temporary headquarters of the Independent Division, the division commander Tang Qiuli looked at the chief of staff Zhao Yuhe helplessly and said: "Yuhe, we are a great country, a country of etiquette, although the Soviets are now asking for help from us.

, but at least there should be

In this situation, aren't you afraid that the Soviets will go back and say that we Chinese are rude? Are Tang Qiuli's subordinates some rude warriors?" Although he said this, there was no blame in his tone, but a sense of guilt.

It means teasing.

Zhao Yuhe raised his eyebrows and said: "Commander, there is nothing polite to the Soviets. They are enemies to begin with, opponents fighting on the battlefield. Being polite is not as important as strength. Molotov does not have such a big reputation yet. Let me, Zhao

Yu He went to the airport to greet him, sir, I learned this power from you!" Hearing this, Tang Qiuli's expression was astonished.

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