Chapter 589

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Bafala had reason to be happy.

While her superiors gave her the mission, they also gave her the funding and bottom lines, including contracts for hundreds of millions of cubic meters of cheap natural gas, contracts for tens of millions of barrels of cheap oil, and the procurement rights for high-end arms; in a worst-case scenario, she was even authorized to concede Siberia's status.

All of this, however, was saved following a single casual remark from Chen Yi. Thus, all of it counted as Bafala's political achievements.

Moscow, chastened by the pain, reflected in secret: Could it be that Chen Yi was also frightened by that giant dragon?

For a moment, the gentlemen in the Kremlin all began to reminisce about the iron-armored floods of the past.

The outstanding Russian Major General Leonid led a 2,000-strong mixed regiment, arriving in Jiangning aboard 8 cargo ships. Leonid was a post-Soviet officer, short in stature with thinning hair. Just like most officers of this type, the idol he worshipped was Napoleon.

The Russians prepared a sumptuous banquet for Leonid's army, the most eye-catching item being the lamprey, caught by the Russians' own fishing boats. The meticulously selected lampreys were impressive in size; large fish weighing 100 to 150 pounds presented a rouge color, their cross-cut flanks redder than beef or venison — in European tradition, this was a mark of nobility.

Every 4 lampreys were served whole on a round platter, head to tail, circling the porcelain dish once. Just these custom-made flat-bottomed platters cost a fortune. Furthermore, to transport 105 platters, Chen Yi also collected over 30 million in channel tonnage fees.

Approximately 3,000 people attended the banquet. With 30 people per round table, the 4 large fish still couldn't be finished; as for the other side dishes, half going to waste was the norm.

The newly arrived Slavs ate until their bellies were round; only when they truly couldn't stuff any more down did they start clamoring to drink. Compared to the lamprey, the alcohol was the biggest expense — all of it subject to channel tonnage fees of over 1,000%.

Leonid, cup in hand, circulated among his officers, the Channel Committee, and the West Continent Government Office. This war was extraordinary; the hard-won position still required a victory to reap the merits.

"Lord Chen Yi. I heard the West Continent was developed by you. In Moscow, everyone evaluates you as the Columbus of the new era." Leonid had to tilt his face up to speak to Chen Yi; he therefore stood slightly further back, raising his volume to reduce the angle of his upturned head.

A man of this temperament would likely find it hard to endure a thorough defeat. Chen Yi mocked inwardly: Moscow had spent hundreds of millions of dollars in supplies and suffered thousands of casualties, yet hadn't learned the slightest lesson.

However, men like Leonid were the type who wouldn't shed a tear until they saw the coffin. Chen Yi smiled and said: "Columbus was once promised the governorship of the lands he discovered; Moscow's evaluation is not far off."

Leonid paused for a moment, unwilling to say more, and left in a hurry.

He didn't want to give the Chinese side any pretext.

After about a week of adaptation training and equipment modification and repair, the mixed brigade of over 2,000 men began advancing toward Black Port.

Leonid was indeed a cautious man. On one hand, he dispatched engineering personnel to rush-repair the airfield; on the other, he had the cargo-ship-converted helicopter carriers sail along the coast. The advance speed was slow, but it could at least be called steady and solid.

On an unfamiliar continent, this seemed a quite reasonable approach.

However, Chen Yi, who deeply knew the power of Divine Art Knights and giant dragons, understood in his heart that Leonid's approach merely slowed the pace of failure.

Before Russia's Constitution Day, the mixed brigade finally completed its consolidation on the road and broke away from the 600-kilometer limit. Although it was only 600 kilometers from Black Port as well, in reality, this stretch of road was far worse.

The farthest mine of the West River City-State currently was only 600 kilometers; beyond that, only the coastal ports and wharves existed, and most relied on the power of temples and local city-states. As a Grand Knight of the Water Dragon Temple, and due to supplying the temple army's logistics, Chen Yi's continental policy was relatively easy to implement.

The Russians were different.

Whether comparing downy hair, chest hair, leg hair, or even waist thickness, they comprehensively lagged behind the West Continent natives. Their fully mechanized troops also struggled to deploy on the West Continent's terrible ground.

Over the next five days, Leonid advanced for a mere five days before disappointedly halting his steps and beginning to build another forward airfield.

If the target was only the giant dragon, the Russians perhaps should have used the air force for long-range strikes. However, Moscow's intentions were obviously not limited to the giant dragon.

Attacking the enemy can use the air force; occupying territory requires the army.

Taking advantage of Chen Yi's agreement, they naturally had to advance as much as possible, using the march to encircle and occupy key military positions.

For instance, beside the forward airfield currently under rush repair, a highway and railway leading to the nearby port were simultaneously being laid.

The Russians therefore applied for a quota of 200,000 workers; Chen Yi waved his hand and approved it all, refreshingly surprising.

A massive force of skilled workers and heavy machinery rumbled onto the West Continent, launching a vigorous construction campaign. Those unaware might think real estate developers were hard at it again; who could guess that the service recipients of 200,000 people were merely a 2,000-man mixed brigade.

The Russians on the Xima Market also became arrogant, as if this dragon-slaying force was the strongest martial power on the continent — of course, in terms of weapon advancement, they indeed qualified as the strongest.

In a few days, a senior third-term student found Li Feng and persuaded: "The territory we fought so hard to win, surely we can't let the Russian devils sit on it? You tell the Hall Master, our entire Martial Arts Hall is willing to risk our lives to slay the dragon; a good thing like this can't be left for the Maozi to take."

The senior third-term students still in the Martial Arts Hall all had considerable influence. Li Feng was a sixth-term student, so he could only force a smile and say: "Rest assured, I will definitely pass on your words. However, it's best not to say things like 'the entire Martial Arts Hall'."

"What? You mean I'm not qualified?" The senior third-term Martial Arts Hall students were quite formidable, especially the early students who had served in the Inspection Team; in their words: every single one had served as the Hall Master's team member. Precisely because of this, quite a few senior third-term students had reached the Martial Arts Hall's senior management, and those who hadn't relied on their seniority to lord it over others.

Li Feng, long tested, smiled without changing expression: "My meaning is, the only one in the Martial Arts Hall who can represent the whole body is the Hall Master himself. For you to claim to represent the entire Martial Arts Hall now would sound bad if heard."

A high hat is easy to put on but hard to take off. The senior student's face changed instantly, and he shouted angrily: "Don't talk nonsense! I'll take it back, apologize!"

"Fine, fine, I apologize, I take it back." Li Feng smiled cheerfully, making it impossible to stay angry.

With that, the senior student couldn't continue to entangle further, said a few random words, and left.

Li Feng sat in the office for a while, thought it over, and still went to find Chen Yi.

He knocked on the door; the Naked Bear made a "shh" gesture, then led him in.

There was also a map here spanning the entire wall. Standing with hands behind his back, staring at it, was precisely the young Hall Master.

Li Feng lightly cleared his throat, stood at attention on the first level, and waited for Chen Yi to finish thinking.

After a long while, Chen Yi turned his head.

Li Feng hurriedly greeted: "Master."

"What is it?" Chen Yi's voice was a bit hoarse; he hadn't closed his eyes for two days either.

Li Feng clearly and logically recounted the senior student's words, saying: "I feel that recently within the city-state, some students' emotions are unstable. Should we have them do something? If they're busy, they won't have wild thoughts."

"Can do." Chen Yi's heart stirred. He asked: "How many students can be mobilized now?"

Li Feng was not the Martial Arts Hall's overall person in charge, so he didn't have an exact figure: "Approximately 4,000 people."

"Then mobilize all of them. In two or three days, prepare to receive the Russians' military facilities." Chen Yi made the decision, relaxing a bit. "The scope must be strictly limited: only receive military facilities, cannot damage property. All losses must be reported up; received equipment etc. must also be reported up. In the end, everything must be appraised at value."

"We're moving against the Russians?" Li Feng listened with boiling blood; he was also a young man in his early twenties.

Chen Yi nodded and shook his head: "We're not moving against them, just receiving."

It didn't take long for Li Feng to realize: "You mean the Maozi's mixed brigade will be defeated?"

"Not being wiped out entirely would be a stroke of luck." Chen Yi thought darkly: If I were flying in the sky and got smashed by a few hundred kilograms of high explosives, what good outcome would there be for the launch unit?

"Wiped out entirely!" Li Feng was startled: "They have planes and missiles and all."

"Supersonic fighters might be of some use, but weapons won't." Chen Yi shrugged and said, "Moscow won't listen to advice. You can draft a telegram asking Leonid to take temporary rest and recuperation, and see if he accepts."

Li Feng did as told, painstakingly writing a letter and asking the Russian logistics soldier to deliver it up.

No further news came back.

Five days later, a soldier covered head to toe in wounds brought back news of the general.

Defeat!

How did they lose? Don't know.

Casualties? Don't know.

Giant Dragon.

The poor bearded soldier feigned unconsciousness.

Actually, seeing the cuts on his body, one would know they were all left behind during flight.

Feeling sympathy, Li Feng quickly proceeded with the takeover according to plan; given that the Mixed Brigade had no news, the Russians' stiff resistance was meaningless.

Chen Yi did not step forward directly; in fact, he made no move at all, and did not even return to Jiangning.

Thus, it was impossible for the Russians stationed on the West Continent to send news back to Moscow.

After returning to the Martial Arts Hall within 600 kilometers, true defeated soldiers began to trickle back one by one.

Among them, armored troops made up the majority.

If lucky, armored vehicles hidden in large bushes and thickets might escape the Giant Dragon's sight; perhaps the enemy disdained to kill these small fry, and with the protection of the armored vehicles, they managed to retreat to safety.

The other pawns often escaped the Giant Dragon but could not escape the strange beasts in the jungle.

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