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Volume 1 On the Songhua River Chapter 2199 Negotiations amidst the Rumbling of Cannons (Part 1)

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    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 they were attacking and defending each other. 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 troops were 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 blocking line. The distance of only a few hundred kilometers became very far away. They launched a fierce attack on the Japanese blocking 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 Mongolian 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 have thought so, but now he is not optimistic. Tang Qiuli's independent division, with more than 30 divisions and hundreds of thousands of soldiers, is  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 in this vast land.  Catch and fight, but the independent division troops are more like bystanders, or they can act as a deterrent to both the Japanese and Soviet troops.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????? There is a faint smell of blood in the air, the smell of spring.  In the season that has yet to arrive, in the early morning of May 30th, a military transport aircraft from the direction of Moscow quietly landed at the Kulun Field Airport under the surveillance of a squadron of fighter jets from the Northern Flying Group of the Independent Division Aviation Force in the Outer Mongolia patrol area.  It was said to be surveillance, but in the eyes of Stalin's negotiating plenipotentiary and 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 mixed emotions, I looked at the scenery passing by outside the window, and a familiar feeling passed through my eyes.

    Molotov is no stranger to Kulun. Outer Mongolia was able to split from China. He didn¡¯t know how many tricks he had done in it. After the Soviet Union completely took control of Outer Mongolia.  I came to Kulun more times. Of course, the purpose of each visit was the same, to let this piece of land cut off from China completely follow the will of the Soviet Union and arrange my future direction every time I came to Kulun.  Molotov was in a great mood.

    In front of the frightened leaders of Outer Mongolia, I was more like an imperial envoy, coming with a feeling of grace, that Qiao Bashan, Sukh Bator.  They are staunch revolutionaries who look at themselves with only admiration and fear. Unfortunately, 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.  Today's Outer Mongolia, now Kulun, is the world of the Chinese Tang Qiuli.

    Returning to his old place has changed the world, bringing with it a different state of mind. He is no longer an imperial envoy, 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 imagination 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 empty and desolate, 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, making Molotov feel cold. "Could it be that the Chinese Tang Qiuli is using this deliberately cold approach to embarrass himself? Is this what the Chinese are good at doing?  ?" In an instant, countless speculations surged 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 beauty of flowers?The sky and the grassland without a trace of green make the mood 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 suddenly and with a "squeak" sound, the jeep stopped.  He stopped steadily in front of him, kicked up the 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 intentional humiliation or contempt, but direct ignorance. Molotov felt a surge of anger in his heart. "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 senior official with his own status, but he came to the airport to greet him, and he sent a major who would die if he talked 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 there for many years. As Comrade Molotov, 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 observe 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 who looked like a mountain of flesh stood in front of the independent division major who was only 1.7 meters tall and slightly thin. With great pressure, this Soviet colonel seemed to be very satisfied with the effect and felt very psychologically.  It was balanced, with a little pride, and looked at the Chinese major in front of him fiercely.

    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.  Still on the other side's property, he wanted to scold his guards, but then he thought about it, it would be a good idea to test the depth of the Chinese people, and let Tang Qiuli know that some people and some things should not be treated 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.  There was a murderous aura full of blood. 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. As a soldier, 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 intention 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. Several Soviets with complicated moods climbed up  The jeep, which was nowhere to be found, was 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 a scene. Aren't you afraid that the Soviets will go back and say that we Chinese are rude? Are Tang Qiuli's subordinates all rude warriors?" Although he said this, there was no trace of it in his tone.  The meaning of reproach is rather 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, so let me, Zhao  Yu He went to the airport to greet him, sir, I learned this power from you!" Hearing this, Tang Qiuli looked stunned.

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