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De also took a gun. As soon as he touched the gun, Lichmondrik returned to his normal breath. He was like holding a sleeping baby. Lichmond raised his gun steadily and began to search for the target with his sharp eyes. After a while, Lichmond found the first target, a Chinese commander, a handsome artillery sergeant, young, black and shiny hair, a soft face, and a destined nobleman.

Leechmond stared at the young man through his sight.

"What a pity!" said Lichmond, "Killing is ugly. You, the inferior shepherd, you are undoubtedly a nobleman. Maybe your former employer, Mr. Mobuto, must bow his head to salute when he sees such a nobleman. Imagine that he is a noble man, brave and promising, has a father, mother, and a family, and may still be in love. He is only twenty years old at most, and he is still young as your brother!"

Lichmond's sweat flowed down his forehead, and the sun was a little hot at noon

"Yes," thought Lichmond again, "He is also a living person. Forget it, don't beat him to death."

However, seeing the people around him flying flesh and blood, a voice in Lichmond told him

“What should be done is still to be done.”

A drop of sweat slowly flowed down his forehead, happily crawling over Lichmond's short and thick eyebrows, slowly hanging on his eyebrows. Lichmond felt a little sore inside his eyes, and he saw that the water droplets were getting bigger and bigger and about to drip...

The shot-shot body turned twice, stretched out his arms forward, and his face was tilted, as if he wanted to suck some air. Then he jumped gently, lightly like a skylark, and finally fell to the ground. The bullet penetrated his chest and took away all hope. Lichmond could see a stream of blood marking out from his chest. He knew that this scene would stay with him for the rest of his life until he turned into dust.

The rumbling sound rang out, and Lichmond ran quickly. There was a secret passage in the castle more than ten miles away, which could be hidden directly in a sheep pen.

In just half an hour, the tall polar bear castle of Almaty's logo appeared in front of everyone. The Russians were fooled by an unimpressed attack. No one thought of closing the gate to defend. In short, the city gate was not closed, and there was no Russian on the wall trying to block the assault of the armored vehicles.

——The Russian soldiers didn’t want to run to the wall to be targets—the armored troops were not blocked at all, and rushed into the castle easily through the city gate. Several cars followed the armored vehicles into the castle, and dozens of armored divisions jumped out of the car, and jumped out of the car with rifles in their waists, and attacked the Russians in the castle under the cover of machine guns.

There was no stubborn resistance as imagined. The occasional resistance was just a gesture. As long as the armored vehicle rushed over, or the machine gun and submachine gun were swept for a while, the Russians were scared out - although the number was ten times more than the attacking party and dozens of times, they did not even have symbolic resistance.

"This is better than hunting excitement." Zhao Shizhen opened the roof of the command armored vehicle. He leaned out and picked up the machine gun on it to sweep the Russian soldiers crowded in front for a while. The three Russians fell under the guns, and they didn't dare to go back on the ground, and ran even more vigorously.

Armored vehicles entered the city and soon turned from surging torrents to thin streams. When they encountered an intersection, the troops were divided, and they were divided into two or three armored vehicles and six or seven armored vehicles on each street behind. It seemed that there were Chinese people everywhere, but there were not many in each place.

The barricade was destroyed by armored vehicles. Infantry artillery was thrown away on the roadside and no one paid attention to it. Hundreds, thousands, and thousands of Russians were increasing. Zhao Shizhen couldn't help but worry that if they reacted, although there were tens of thousands of Chinese troops rushing into Almaty, the number of Russian troops was more, almost twenty times that of his. A counterattack would swallow his small army!

As it turned out, Zhao Shizhen's concern was really worrying. The shock wave of the Russians, which seemed to be huge, made the Russians completely lose confidence in resistance. The Russians who did not escape from the city faced the cold steel machine that spit out a blazing rain of bullets. They just raised their hands. From leaving Qingshui River Beach to surrendering to Almaty, it took five hours, and the last gunfire in the city stopped when the sun was hanging overhead.

Zhao Shizhen sat cross-legged on the roof of the armored vehicle, tore open a portion of dry food, and swallowed it in cold water. The food in the morning had been digested in the battle, and he didn't feel it during the battle. When the sound of gunfire stopped, the enemy walked past his command armored vehicle with white flags, Zhao Shizhen felt that he was singing an empty city plan in his stomach.

"Hi... Major General, we have sent it now. All 400,000 enemy troops have been dealt with by us? This time you are going to grow bigger and you won't treat you yet!"

Zhao Shizhen followed the direction of the sound, turned her head and saw that Commander Jiao was wearing a camouflage uniform, carrying a submachine gun, holding two pistols in his hand, a string of grenades on his waist, and a fighting hero walked over. He heard his laughter from afar. Zhao Shizhen looked at his shoulder stamp, and then looked at Commander Jiao and said, "What's the promotion? I think your school's school is going to become a general. I'm a quantitative change, you're a qualitative change, you should be treating you."

"What are you saying? If you can win this time, it will definitely be your first priority. Do you want to treat me?" Jotmin laughed and stood on the armored vehicle with the handrail.

Zhao Shizhen laughed and shook her head and was very modest: "You can't say that. What can I do with me alone? The reason why this battle was successful was due to everyone's credit. Without the trust of the superiors, without the cooperation of the commander Jiao, and without the cooperation of the brothers below, I would not be able to surrender to the Russians."

Humility is modesty, but Zhao Shizhen thought in her heart that she had made the most contributions, and those words were just clichés.

However, the goddess of fate sat in the final decision, and that glory did not belong to him.

This is the final decision.

Lichmond was lying in a sheep pen like a rock. There were goats around. Through the gaps in the sheep pen, you can see the situation outside. Just now, the Chinese launched a fierce attack. The troops where Lichmond was located were torn apart, and Lichmond had to hide in the sheep pen first. The gunshots outside came tightened, and Lichmond buried his head on the ground, just wanting to fall asleep and get out of this damn battlefield.

After more than ten minutes, the gunshots gradually weakened. The battlefield seemed to have moved far back again. Several Chinese people once entered the sheep pen to search, but the innocent sheep in the sheep pen deceived them, and the Chinese people left again.

Leechmond

Looking out through the gap, he found that the sheep pen was surrounded by medium-black military uniforms, and it looked like a black piece.

There was a group of people about two hundred meters away from him. They looked like officers. They walked towards here in red uniforms, and a big star was pressed on the shoulder of an officer. This star was seen by the commander. Seeing these people getting closer and closer to him, Lichmond couldn't help but lift the gun in his hand.

"You stupid guy, you'll be dead."

"Put down your gun quickly and wait for someone to kill me. Hurry up a few sheep and go home." Two fingers

"So many companions are dead, don't you cherish your life?"

"Bang" the smoke of gunpowder has disappeared

Lichmond let go of the last finger

Leechmond lowered his gun and prepared to wait for the Chinese who flocked to the sky, but no one came in.

What came in was a vast machine gun bullet that tore everything in the sheep pen to pieces.

"How is it? Did General Kolchak issue a ceasefire order? He asked the Russians who were still resisting elsewhere to lay down their weapons and surrender?"

Jotming curled his lips: "This Kolchak! He said that we attacked Almaty and cut off his contact with other troops outside. He could only let the Russian troops in Almaty put down their weapons. As for other places, it depends on ourselves."

"Oh? Did Kolchak really say that? His current identity is our captive."

"Who said no! But this guy is very stubborn, you are a little anxious. He immediately said what he said about the Treaty of Geneva, which makes you laugh and cry."

"Whatever he does! Almaty changes hands, and the Russian army in Central Asia is like a paralyzed man. What else can we do? From now on, as long as we conquer the west of Tusk Castle, they will never have a foothold. Without guns, positions, or commanders, what else can we fight? There is no need for Kolchak to write anything, those people will surrender obediently."

"Bang!"

Zhao Shizhen felt that a red-hot iron was penetrated by his back. He wanted to touch it, but he had no strength in his body. He shook it and fell to the ground.

"I haven't seen victory yet!"

Zhao Shizhen took his last breath in reluctance. Behind him were soldiers surrounded by red eyes, but these were no longer important to him.

The Chinese army was so sudden and the blow was so rapid that the Russian army in Almaty was unprepared. The brand new cannon that had not been sealed became a spoil before it was removed. Warehouses fell into the hands of the Chinese, including coal, military uniforms, guns and ammunition, cigarettes, chocolate, canned sardines, canned fruits...

Corresponding to the numerous spoils, a large number of Russian soldiers were captured in Almaty, and the prisoners were 300,000 infantry, fifteen times that of the Chinese army led by Zhao Shizhen and Joteming. If the captured artillery and baggage personnel were added, the Chinese army, which was less than 20,000 people, captured 350,000 Russian soldiers. It would be a miracle to capture so many prisoners.

For the Russians in Almaty, the fall of Almaty was fatal. On the Zalkent Mountain, the brave and tenacious Russian army fought against Lindes. When they heard that Almaty was captured, they immediately gave up their positions, turned their direction, and "attacked" towards Almaty. The "attack" organization was extremely lacking, and the Chinese army seized the opportunity and followed and chased, defeating the remaining enemy troops on the southern front. When the Russians saw the pursuers behind rushing to the front, they had to put down their weapons and surrender one by one.

The fall of Almaty caused great shock in the Allies. The scale of the battle of Almaty was huge. It was originally expected that Russia would defeat the Chinese army through this battle and then let China cede land and pay compensation (there are some information that the Russians' war reparations were so high at that time, with 10 billion gold rubles, and then ceding Northeast, Mongolia, Northwest and Yunnan and Guizhou).

Russia never thought that the Chinese army was very strong, but the result of the battle gave Russia and a powerful slap. After one million troops fought, only 300,000 fled back. After passing Central Asia, more than half of these deserters joined the Central Asian Alliance. In the end, less than 50,000 people fled back to Moscow. All heavy weapons and most of the weapons became China's pockets. Russia has already appeared in Central Asia. The Chinese army can drive straight in at any time and take part in Russia's part of Asia.

Faced with this dilemma, Russia had to draw 500,000 troops on the Eastern Front, crossing a long journey to Central Asia, 3,000 kilometers away. The remaining 1.5 million were used to attack East Prussia. In the Russians' memory, the strength of the Prussian army is closest to that of the Russian army, so even if there are 500,000 troops, the Russians are very sure to defeat the Germans.

Russia is already a little afraid of the powerful Chinese. As long as it can hold back the Chinese, then after the French and Russian attacks and eliminates Germany, France and Russia can reasonably eliminate China. Therefore, the Russians have a reason to divide the troops, without any concern that China has no strength to go further.

After the Battle of Almaty, the Chinese army officially got in touch with the Central Asian Alliance. After General Han Xinghua's team met with the main force of China, he completely took Central Asia in his hands. After the extremely powerful Tang Empire, he once again controlled the continental bridge of Asia and Europe. However, a thousand years ago, the name of Central Asia was called the Western Regions. In order to commemorate, these provinces had new names, Anxi Province and Dingxi Province. Millions of immigrants quickly moved over, and those belonging to the Russian nation were forcibly moved out and moved to the distant and desolate Siberia, where they developed rich minerals in Siberia, and everything was going quickly under the control of the army. China was digesting the treasure land of Central Asia as quickly as possible.

Central Asia is the middle abdomen of Eurasia, and it can also be said to be the transportation center of the world (or Eurasia). Because this region is so important, geostrategists often regard this region as the heart of Eurasia, believing that if you control this region, you can conquer the entire Eurasia.

The Eurasia is the heart of the world, and if it controls the Eurasia continent, it can effectively rule the world. Central Asia fell into the hands of the Chinese and triggered uneasiness among European countries. A gray undercurrent flowed among the warring countries, and the yellow China was isolated intentionally or unintentionally.
Chapter completed!