"Commander, Brauchitsch's family got out of the car privately while parking in Almaty.

As a result, we encountered local bandits kidnapping, and our personnel did not rescue them in time...!"

When Lu Zhu was speaking, he glanced at Li Xiao's face from the corner of his eyes.

"Dead?" Li Xiao smoked a cigar and read the military report without even raising his eyelids.

"Yes! The bandits struck quickly, and we... didn't have time."

"Brauchitsch was a good man and an old friend of Ming Dynasty. When he died, his family members were martyred.

Why……!

Give him a decent burial, and the murderer must be investigated to the end, no matter who he is, he must make him pay the price."

"No! Nian Gengyao's team has been dispatched to handle it. It will probably be done soon."

"Oh, Nian Gengyao's commando team.

Well, kill a chicken with a bull's knife.

It's okay, let them give it a try, they will be of great use in the future. Only when you see blood can you gain murderous intent."

"promise!"

"That's right! Brauchitsch's daughter, who was in charge of translating materials for me a few days ago, you must protect her properly.

Brauchitsch is the only one left, we cannot let our old friend go."

"Well……!

When Miss Peggy was returning to Daming yesterday, she suddenly escaped from our supervision at the boarding station.

While we were chasing, Miss Peggy...!"

"What's wrong?" Li Xiao still didn't raise his head.

"Miss Peggy died in a car accident."

"A car accident? Then arrest the person who caused the accident. These stupid young people drive like they are flying airplanes.

Catch them and punish them severely to serve as a warning to others.

This month, there were more than 100 car accidents in Moscow, killing more than 80 people.

It’s time to take good care of it.”

"Uh...!" Luzhu immediately looked like he had trouble having a bowel movement.

"What's wrong? Do you have any concerns?" Li Xiao put down the military report and looked at the embarrassed Lu Zhu.

"Well……!

The one who hit the man was the young marshal. He was drunk and was originally going to see Miss Peggy off at the landing, but...!"

"Okay! Sending people on the road becomes sending them to see God.

Drunk and driving.

Confinement for seven days.”

"Zhao Liangdong had a conflict with the guards and was accidentally injured by the guards."

"Li Lin drank and drove, but he didn't stop him and put him in solitary confinement for seven days."

"No!" Luzhu walked out of Li Xiao's office with ease.

Rasputin is dead, Brauchitsch is also dead. Now even Brauchitsch's whole family is dead, and the remaining insiders are all from the Ming Dynasty.

What happened that night no longer has the trouble of keeping it secret.

Rasputin's body had been burned to ashes, and Brauchitsch did not even leave his ashes, but threw him directly into the sea to feed the sharks.

Now that all the Brauchitsch family members are thrown into the crematorium, this matter will become a secret history that no one knows.

It's just that because of this incident, the young commander was imprisoned in the solitary cell, which is a bit of a fly in the ointment.

These men were becoming more and more useless, and they didn't even recognize that it was the young marshal's car.

If you really want to hurt the young marshal, I'm afraid even your own head will have to be moved.

Li Xiao was not distracted by his son's affairs and was still reading the military report.

On the southern front, various units are conducting frequent fire reconnaissance.

The intensity became stronger each time, causing the French army to panic and panic.

According to rumors, French Emperor Napoleon has left Paris and returned to his headquarters in Kiev.

The source of the rumor was the Paris Daily News. Luzhu had a group of people who were reviewing newspapers all over the world, and then used the radio to notify the intelligence department in Sicily.

Finally, it was able to be passed to Li Xiao in Moscow.

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Bayan looked back at his group of men. In just a few months, he changed from a top soldier to a battalion commander.

The soaring speed is comparable to that of a helicopter, but corresponding to this is the Mongolian battalion's casualty rate of up to 90%.

The last person who participated in the Battle of Kharkov and is still alive today is Hugjizil, whose current position is acting company commander.

In the past six months, the Mongolian battalion has gone through the process of repairing it after it was gone, repairing it and then polishing it, then repairing it again, and then polishing it again.

Even Bayan couldn't remember how many times he had to repair it.

Anyway, I heard from the logistics officer that a battalion-level unit had more than 8,000 people recruited in succession.

This is the first of its kind in the entire Ming army!

The people behind him are basically all children of poor herdsmen.

If there was a way to survive, he would never join this camp where he had a near-death experience and become a soldier.

There are only a few who are the second sons of wealthy families. They have no chance to become the sons of Shouzao, so they can only come out and fight while they are young.

After all, the families of those soldiers from the Mongolian camp who died received generous pensions.

Those who are disabled can still go to live in the Western Regions, and I heard that they can receive an enviable monthly allowance.

There are no veterans in a Mongolian battalion. A battalion with a casualty rate of 90% cannot retain veterans.

Fortunately, these people have all been trained at the Xi'an Rehabilitation Center.

At least, there is no need for an officer to teach you how to shoot.

Today's mission was fire reconnaissance. Bayan felt that Shangfeng sent this mission because he disliked the fact that the casualty rate of the Mongolian battalion did not reach 100%.

The moon in the sky is very round, and through the telescope you can clearly see the British soldiers in the trenches shrinking and stamping their feet.

British soldiers are easy to recognize because their helmets look like plates, which looks very awkward.

I have fought against the French, Italians, Swiss, and Spanish, and this time I want to face the British.

Everyone agrees that the Italians are the hardest to fight, followed by the Spanish, and then the French.

The strongest combatants are actually the Swiss, who are good at shooting and physically strong.

The most important thing is that they have a very strong will to fight and they will often fight to the end.

After defeating a position, I was surprised not to see a single Swiss.

There is a popular saying in the whole army that it is better to fight a French regiment than a Swiss company.

It's so cold that my feet will go numb after standing for a while.

Bayan, who lurked in in the middle of the night, already felt that his feet were not his own!

The place where he lurks is a deserted beach, and there are stones all under the low weeds.

The people in the Mongolian camp were all covered with snow-white sheets and lying quietly in the snow.

New recruits may have some problems of one kind or another, but one thing is better, and that is to be obedient.

If you don't let them move, no one will move.

Watching, the morning star rises.

When it got darkest, Bayan nervously glanced at his watch.

Before I could see the hands on the watch clearly, I felt a tightness in my chest.

He raised his head and saw huge flames coming out of the British position.

This is the regiment's 155mm howitzer. The shell is half as big as Bayan's body.

One shot can blast a five to six meter deep pit in the ground.

I saw the British troops in the telescope flying into the sky. I was almost a kilometer away from the enemy position, but I could still feel the vibrations coming from the ground.

"Du! Du! Du!" Bayan hurriedly blew the whistle, but the only sound was a louder fart.

When I took a closer look, I saw that it was actually frozen.

I could only put the whistle in my mouth, lick it with my tongue a few times, and then take it out and blow it again.
To be continued...