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Chapter 58 Zhuan Zhu's Assassination of King Liao

Once the thought of "assassination" appeared, it was impossible to stop.

What Chen Lai had seen and heard along the way had given him a very real understanding of the world, and he sincerely agreed with all the people and things he had encountered.

Rosa is a beautiful frozen land dotted with cities and villages, where people have multiplied and settled, gradually forming a new federal identity.

Some people will betray their country for personal gain, like Vlasov.

Some people will give their lives for their country, like Ivan, Menkov, and Pskov.

Even Comrade Stolt, the supreme leader of Rosa whom I had only heard of but never met along the way, was a person who sacrificed his family for the country.

His son Skof was captured during the "Great Encirclement of Kiev." Vlasov recognized him and handed him over to the Prosenians, who hoped to exchange him for a captured Prosenian general.

When the conditions were relayed back to Moskow, Comrade Stolt, pipe in mouth, simply replied unhurriedly:
"I will not trade a general for a single soldier."

Neither country mentioned the matter again. Comrade Stolt heard that he had a few more strands of white hair at his temples, and that Skof had disappeared without a trace.

Such a country is definitely not the "shaky house" that Emperor Prosen described. Even if they bring more tanks and bomb with more planes, they will definitely get a more powerful response in the end!

However, in the current situation, the Prosenians do have the advantage. They have stronger troops, more advanced tactics, and even their commander is a hybrid like Manstein, who is "infallible" in his calculations!
So, how could he help Rosa? By sacrificing his life, which was less than a month away?
Chen Lai's eyes burned with golden light as he looked toward the Yanche-Clark Bridge, where Manstein's command post was located, under the cover of armored vehicles, motorized units, a large number of artillery, and infantry.

The Prosenians pride themselves on being superior and civilized; it's time to let them experience the power of savagery.

"General Pskov, are you afraid of death?"

Chen Lai's golden eyes turned to Pskov, who was massaging his leg; the "corpse sunflower" he had been afflicted with was getting worse.

“What nonsense are you talking about?” Pskov replied casually. “Ever since the day I graduated from military academy, I have been waiting for the day when God the Father calls me.”

Well, that's a very religious-sounding answer, typical of old Bao.

"General, is the Supreme Staff aware that Manstein's Word of Power is 'Incalculable'?"

"Who?" Pskov thought he had misheard.

“Manstein, the marshal of the Prossen Skeleton Division,” Chen Lai confirmed.

Pskov's expression changed drastically, and he immediately pulled out his ice axe and revolver: "Then we can't let him live! Even if it costs us all our lives, this menace must die!"

“If we die here, at most a hundred or so lives will be lost; if he lives, Rosa will lose at least two million more young men, and Stoltgrad will most likely be lost as well.”

As he spoke, he suddenly turned to Menkov, who was leaning against the tank working on parts: "Menkov, go and get those Cossacks... Time to get to work!"

"Yes, sir!" Menkov jumped up from the ground, saluted Pskov, and then jogged toward the troop carrier behind him.

"Menkov, what happened up ahead? Why did we stop?"

Ulia comforted Ivan and asked Menkov with some concern.

Menkov smiled and said nothing, only gently patting Ivan's arm. The Cossack immediately snapped out of his daze, mustered his strength to stand up, pulled the rope off his companion, and was the first to climb down from the vehicle.

This Cossack, already severely "deadpool-like," remained silent and didn't thank Ulia. He led his comrades to join Pskov, knowing full well that Menkov only wanted him for one thing: to "face death." This young man wasn't afraid of death; from his very first day as a Cossack, he knew this would be his destiny.

But how he dies, in what manner, and in where, is a choice he can make.

He could not refuse the reason to die for his homeland, Rosa. As long as he was on Rosa’s soil, he would have no regrets about dying for his compatriots who could sing “Katyusha”.

After they left, Ulia was somewhat dazed; she felt that something very important was about to be lost.

Menkov, still wearing a warm smile, looked at Ulia and said, "Don't worry, girl from Kashgar, we'll be home soon."

After saying that, he pulled up the side panel of the troop carrier and walked towards Pskov on his own.

The sun was about to set, and the remaining sunlight shone into the troop carriers where the villagers were sitting, while the shadows were left to the Rosa soldiers, who wore pale yellow uniforms and whose red stars on their shoulders still shone in the darkness.

Pskov, standing beside the tank, reached out and waved to Menkov, who immediately quickened his pace and rushed into the shadows.

Korchagin, who was calming the villagers and looking after some of the younger children in the troop carrier, noticed the commotion outside and jumped off the vehicle.

When he saw Chen Lai, Pskov, and Ivan standing together, writing and drawing something on the ground, his heart skipped a beat.

"What's going on, comrades? Didn't we agree to disguise ourselves and sneak across the bridge so we could go to Donetsk for a drink together? Now what's this..."

He forced a smile, clearly already guessing what was going on, but unwilling to say it aloud.

"Paul." Pskov dropped the branch he was holding and patted his shoulder with his dusty hands. "I'm entrusting you with the task of leading the villagers across the river. As soon as things get chaotic on this side of the bridge, speed across. There will be people to meet you on the other side. I've already made the arrangements!"

“I want to go too.” Korchagin tried to join the soldiers, but Chen Lai stopped him.

"Paul, what does the golden eye mean?" Chen looked at him, the golden pupils in his eyes not extinguished, and he could not extinguish them now.

When the concentration of dragon blood is too high, the golden eyes will not be able to close freely, hence the name "the golden eyes that never go out".

“In the Tsarist era, golden eyes represented nobility; in the Federation era, golden eyes are an anomaly.” Korchagin didn’t understand why he asked that question, but as a political commissar, he was practically an encyclopedia.

Chen Lai extended his hand and clasped it tightly with Korchagin's.

“Paul, golden eyes have the sorrow of blood. We are born with an extremely strong sense of loneliness, feeling that we are neither dragons nor humans.”

"But I have never felt this kind of loneliness when I am with you; how can I be lonely when we are all moving forward toward the same goal, comrades?"

Chen Lai shook his hand at him, and Korchagin looked into his golden eyes, and the oppressive aura of a "high-ranking being" completely disappeared.

"The meaning of the dead will be written by the living. Korchagin, you will live on for us!"

As Chen Lai spoke sternly, the sun completely withdrew its merciful rays, black eagles cried out in the distance, and radio broadcast signals surged.

It's night.

(End of this chapter)