While Li Xiao was talking to Sun Zhijie, Frederick, Bismarck and Moltke were all sitting in Magdege Castle, staring at a Ming man.

It was obvious that among so many tiger-leopard-like eyes, this Ming man was extremely frightened.

"This guy has thin skin and tender flesh. He doesn't look like a soldier." The old Bismarck looked at it for a long time and came to his own conclusion.

"When we caught him, he was wearing the rank of lieutenant colonel.

In the Ming Dynasty's army, this rank should be roughly between the battalion commander and the regiment commander. This is almost the same as us." Mao Qi wanted to introduce to Frederick and Bismarck.

"Oh, this guy can be considered a mid-level officer of the Ming Dynasty.

Rundstedt did a good job and was able to capture the mid-level officers of the Ming Dynasty.

In the past, we had not even captured Ming officers.

But are Ming officers so weak? They look like pussies!"

Frederick nodded. Although he paid a heavy price, it was not in vain.

At least, Ming's mid-level officers have been captured.

This can be regarded as a breakthrough in history, a good breakthrough.

"You...what are you going to do? I am the only son of Kong Youde, the governor of Sichuan in the Ming Dynasty. My name is Kong Tingxun.

If you let me go back, my father will give you a lot of money."

Kong Tingxun was obviously frightened. He looked at the people in front of him in horror. His intuition told him that these old guys didn't look like good people.

Especially the bald one with a big belly, he looks like a butcher.

After listening to the translation, several people nodded.

"Sichuan...!" including Frederick and Moltke looked at Bismarck. They didn't know where Sichuan was, let alone how big an official the governor was.

After all, only Bismarck among them had actually been to the Ming Dynasty and had direct contact with the Ming Dynasty.

"Sichuan is a province on the border of the Ming Dynasty and is famous for its large grain production. The governor is the largest military officer in Sichuan and is responsible for managing the military affairs of the province.

But Sichuan is not a military center of the Ming Dynasty, and according to the Ming Dynasty’s custom, they will not recruit southerners as soldiers?”

"Why?" Frederick was a little confused.

In Prussia, it was difficult for him to imagine that in a war of this scale, he would not be recruiting troops in Bavaria, Brandenburg, or Saxony.

"Is it because Sichuan Province is too small?" This was Moltke's problem.

“No no no!

Sichuan Province is located in the Ming Dynasty and is also a large province. It is larger than Prussia combined, and has a population of 40 to 50 million.

I have been there. The capital, Chengdu, is a city several times larger than Berlin. There are as many people on the streets as there are stars in the sky.

The Ming Dynasty not only stopped recruiting troops in Sichuan, they also stopped recruiting troops in the entire south.

Their generalissimo, Li Xiao, seems not to like southerners very much, or in other words, he has some distrust of southerners.

Ten years ago, even if they mobilized Japanese people, they would not recruit troops in the south of the Ming Dynasty."

"Haha! That's a good thing. Their generalissimo doesn't trust half of the country's population." Frederick nodded happily when he heard what Bismarck said.

They all spoke in German, so the translator would not be an idiot enough to translate the bosses' words to Kong Tingxun.

"I have met his father Kong Youde. He was a very capable general. If he is really Kong Youde's son, he should know many secrets of the Ming Dynasty."

"Worth our interrogation together?"

"worth!"

"This kind of guy with thin skin and tender flesh is the most popular among ladies.

They will cherish their lives, give him money and women, and let him betray his father without any problem."

Mao Qi looked at the embarrassed Kong Tingxun and laughed!

Kong Tingxun looked at these old men in horror, like primary school students who encountered street bullies.

"Kong Tingxun, I have met your father, and I have a relationship with your father. I want to know something. If you tell us truthfully, you will get a lot of things...!"

Bismarck's kind smile resembled Grandma Wolf in sheep's clothing.

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Smolensk, which was already in ruins, is now even more broken. Even the few houses in the city are now in ruins.

After several months, Smolensk once again welcomed the two countries..., no, it was a fierce battle between the armies of several countries.

The Russians and Ming people were in the same group, and the rest were Danes, Norwegians, Swedes, Prussians, Poles, and even Finns.

The battlefield was filled with curses in various languages, the violent roars of the Nordic people, and the Eastern-style tenacity of the Ming people colliding fiercely.

Geng Jingzhong was also troubled by language problems, not because he couldn't understand the enemy's language, but because he couldn't understand the language of his own men.

Although he managed to escape last time in Minsk, more than 30% of his men were lost.

However, it has been more than a month since the incident, and soldiers have already been added to the army. But the problem is... they added people from Henan.

They are all from Henan in Kaifeng and Xinxiang, and they speak Henan dialect. The men from Liaodong can't understand what they say at all.

If you can't understand what your opponent is saying on the battlefield, that's not a big problem. But if you can't understand what your teammates are saying, that's a big problem.

In the past, Ming Dynasty basically only recruited people from Liaodong, Hebei, and Shandong.

Although Shandong people also speak with a strong accent, fortunately, after staying together for a long time, their accent can be changed.

But there is nothing we can do without these Henan soldiers. The casualties of the troops are so heavy, it would be good to have supplementary troops.

"Commander, the bank building repelled five enemy attacks in one day." The staff officer walked up to Geng Jingzhong and reported.

"Damn, these bastards are crazy." Geng Jingzhong rubbed his face that was livid from the cold as he listened to the wind shouting outside.

"The third battalion suffered heavy casualties! Should we change defenses in advance?" the staff officer suggested.

"At this time, there are no casualties. If we say we change our defenses at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, we have to start changing our defenses at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night.

Today they will come down early, and tomorrow others will come down early. Does that mean I have to go up with the guards?"

Geng Jingzhong glanced at the ignorant staff officer with dissatisfaction. He must not be soft-hearted at this time.

Once an opening is opened, it cannot be closed in the future.

Zhang Laojiu's hands were so cold that it was difficult to use them. He breathed a sigh of relief and could move his hands a little.

Under the cold moonlight, you can see the battlefield clearly without using flares.

The bank building is a slightly more complete building in the city.

The reinforced concrete exterior walls are covered with dense bullet holes. There are also craters caused by artillery shells!

Zhang Laojiu carefully stretched the helmet to the hole in the wall and slowly, slowly moved it up.

"when!"

The helmet was shot away by a shot!

Zhang Laojiu had a cold sweat on his forehead. These sharpshooters from Northern Europe were really damn good at shooting.

"San'er! Have you found it?" Zhang Laojiu asked in a low voice, leaning against the wall.

"San'er?" Zhang Laojiu felt nervous when he didn't hear Ding San's voice.

"Bang!" There was a gunshot, and Zhang Laojiu, who was unprepared, was startled.

“It’s done!

Damn, it’s more than 300 meters, and they don’t have a scope, how could they do it?” Ding San’s voice came from the darkness.

"Fuck, I thought you were asleep," Zhang Laojiu cursed.

He huddled in the stairwell below the stairs, shivering, took out a cigarette, struck three matches before lighting the cigarette in his mouth.

"Click it for me!" Zhang San came over holding the gun.

"You have no hands!" Zhang Laojiu was greedily bringing the match close to his face, trying to maximize the heat of the match, but he didn't expect that bastard Ding San to also crawl over with a cigarette in his mouth.

"My hands have to be kept warm, otherwise I won't be able to pull the trigger." Ding San put his hands in his crotch, and his body was squirming on the ground like maggots.

"Fuck!" Zhang Laojiu handed the remaining embers of fire to the cigarette beside Ding San's mouth.

"What time is it?"

"Nine-thirty!"

"There are still two and a half hours to change defense. How many of you are missing from your class today?"

"Five!"

"Five? Damn it, then there are only two people left in your class?"

"Fuck, I'm not human?"

"Count you three."

"In the afternoon, a group of hairy bastards rushed in. They were so tall that we suffered a big loss in a hand-to-hand fight.
To be continued...