Do you understand this truth? Have you settled the accounts here?"

Budordovsky took a long drag on his cigarette and then blew it out.

"This...!" Kravchuk had no choice.

Budoldowski is right, as long as people are retained, the country will be restored one day. If the resistance continues now, the last armed force in Poland will be gone.

The battle was defeated anyway, so it would be better to allow more people to survive.

"Okay, if you decide, I'm still willing to follow you. If someone scolds me, let them scold me.

I'll just take it! For Poland!" Kravchuk nodded helplessly.

He didn't understand why the outcome of the war was like this.

At the beginning, the coalition forces of various countries numbered millions, but they faced only more than 1.2 million Russian troops and 900,000 Ming troops.

It has only been two short years of fighting, how could it become like this?

Think about two years ago, and then think about now. Kravchuk feels like crying!

"Now that you've decided, I'll go talk to Rundstedt.

Not only will we ask our troops to lay down their weapons, I will also work hard to persuade the troops in Warsaw to also lay down their weapons and accept surrender." Budoldowski received Kravchuk's approval and seemed to be in a better mood.

"Okay, that's it. No matter what you do, I will follow you." Kravchuk nodded in recognition.

Then he went into the room and never came out again.

The powerful guilt of betraying his motherland made him extremely painful.

Budordovsky, who was still standing on the balcony, took out another cigarette and just lit it when he heard Kravchuk's heartbreaking cry.

Poland is finished! Europe is finished!

"O God! Why don't you protect your people and let the pagans flourish like this?"

Budordovsky's hand holding the cigarette was trembling, and two lines of muddy old tears rolled down his eyelids.

I lowered my head and saw piles of Polish troops walking out of Minsk under the escort of German troops.

When these people saw the commander who looked like a balcony, they habitually raised their hands and saluted.

Budoldowski threw away the cigarette in his hand and returned the salute to the Polish soldiers below. Although he did not have the beautiful general's epaulettes or the collar. But at this time, he still stood as if in a military parade.

Straight!

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Li Xiao sat quietly on the chair of the General Staff Headquarters. In front of him was a huge Eastern European sand table, and on the wall was a huge map of Eastern Europe.

The staff officers standing on the ladder marked the latest positions of the enemy and ourselves with red and blue pencils.

On the sand table, there were also staff members planting small triangular flags on it.

Li Xiao knew that although there was just a small flag in front of him, on the real battlefield, there were real people of flesh and blood fighting with their lives.

Words like corpses strewn across the fields, stumps of limbs and arms, and blood flowing everywhere are sometimes more than mere modifications of words.

When he first entered the battlefield, Li Xiao felt excited, excited, and even felt like his blood was burning.

But now, this feeling is completely gone.

There is only a heavy responsibility on your shoulders!

To a certain extent, it seems that it doesn't matter if the war is defeated.

After all, the battle line was thousands of miles away from the Ming border.

But the high-ranking officials of the Ming Dynasty, including Li Xiao, all understood that the war thousands of miles away was related to the well-being of future generations for hundreds of years.

As long as this war is won, the process of Western industrialization will be completely interrupted.

For at least a hundred years, the West would no longer be able to pose any threat to the Ming Empire.

They will forever be reduced to primary labor and raw material markets.

Of course, they will also be the last dumping market for Ming's products.

Their industry can only serve the Ming Dynasty and become a link in the Ming Dynasty's production chain.

Factories in various European countries will be controlled by Da Ming Capital. The economies of European countries will be tied up by Da Ming.

It can be said that as long as the descendants of Ming Dynasty do not make mistakes, Ming Dynasty will rule this planet forever.

If it loses this war, Ming will no longer be able to deal with distant Europe.

Russia will completely switch sides, and Ming's huge initial investment in Russia will be confiscated.

The European powers will get precious breathing time.

They will use this precious breathing time to strive to catch up with Ming's technology and industry.

A competitor on equal footing with Ming Dynasty will appear on the land of Europa.

They will compete with Ming Dynasty on a global scale for land, resources, labor, and markets.

The taste of monopoly is so wonderful, whoever enjoys this kind of rights will become as rich as the enemy.

No one is willing to give up this right, neither individuals nor countries.

Ming Dynasty was unwilling to give up its current monopoly position, so it was bound to have a fight with this competitor.

Li Xiao stood up and walked out of the General Staff Command Post.

Just yesterday, the German army occupied Minsk. But the German army only stayed there for one day before handing over the defense of Minsk to Cao Bianjiao!

Li Xiao knew that the remaining few days were no different from before. That was to encircle and suppress the large number of Polish soldiers who were firmly controlled in the position.

It is easy to annihilate these people. They have no ammunition, food and clean water. Even if they are besieged for a week or two, these people will surrender automatically.
Chapter completed!