Chapter 1278: Eat Your Fill

"What, is the battle going so well that you are very happy?"

Zou Sheng walked over with a cold face and shouted fiercely.

The clamor of the entire camp stopped instantly.

The soldiers looked at one another.

Zou Sheng pointed angrily at the medics carrying the wounded over there and shouted, "Your comrades are dead or wounded! And you actually still have the mood to cheer here! What are you cheering for? Are we fighting that well?"

Some people were unconvinced on the spot.

Fighting against an army like Tsarist Russia, they had performed like this—what more did he want?

Their combat losses were lower than the enemy's!

Hearing these words, Zou Sheng couldn't help but sneer even more: "You must know, this is our Longyan! It is our Longyan! It is our territory; we occupy almost all the advantages of time, geography, and human support! Under these circumstances, we have performed like this, and you are actually feeling smug? Where is your shame?"

"Where is your thick skin?"

Everyone's expression changed drastically, and they lowered their heads in shame.

Zou Sheng roared: "They are still ravaging our land, their eyes are still fixed on our territory, our parents, our wives and children, our nation! And you actually still have the mood to cheer here! I am ashamed for you!"

The soldiers clenched their fists one by one, heads lowered, not daring to look up at all.

Seeing that it had an effect, Zou Sheng took a deep breath: "Of course, strictly speaking, our soldiers still performed well in today's battle. Discipline was strict, and military orders were obeyed. But this is not the time for us to slack off, remember! This is a decisive battle; this is destined to be the final decisive battle!"

"We absolutely cannot have any carelessness!"

"Not even a little bit! This battle is directly related to the glory of our home and country! It is directly related to the lives of our wives and children, and directly related to the dignity of our Longyan!"

After Zou Sheng's roar, the joy the group had felt just moments ago was swept away. Everyone knew that Zou Sheng was right; this battle was of too great a consequence. They could not afford to take it lightly at all!

"Good!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill those hairy ones!"

Instantly, the entire camp erupted with thunderous shouts, and morale soared like a rainbow.

"The grain has arrived!"

"The grain has arrived!"

The morale on the Tsarist Russia side actually hadn't dropped much either. After all, to them, their combat losses were still acceptable because they were the side attacking the city, while Longyan was the side defending it. Moreover, their military rations had finally arrived late today, and these large-bodied hairy ones could finally eat a full meal!

Military rations were a grand strategy, and Rumyantsev came over personally to inspect them.

He was very worried that the detestable Menshikov would send them inferior rations again, but fortunately, this batch of grain was pure white, and it looked very satisfying.

Only then did Rumyantsev heave a sigh of relief and laugh: "At least this grandson didn't skimp on the rations! Tell the soldiers, eat your fill today!"

The entire camp cheered incessantly.

They could finally eat their fill!

It wasn't easy...

Rumyantsev sighed deeply. Having come all this way for an expedition, it was so difficult just to eat a full meal. With this batch of grain, his confidence returned! He would surely achieve victory in this fierce battle!

Sure enough.

The next day.

The battle situation became intense again, even exceeding the first day. The Longyan people fought even more ruthlessly, but likewise, the Tsarist Russia side was also quite fierce.

Right here on the plain in front of Yanqi City, the ground had long been stained red by yesterday's blood, but today, new blood arrived. The thick, pungent smell of blood on this battlefield seemed to stimulate the people on both sides. In winter, this smell of blood had not yet turned into a foul stench.

This thick bloodiness seemed to be a stimulant on the battlefield

!

"Kill!"

"Finish them off!"

"Do it!"

As long as one was on this battlefield, there was only one goal.

To annihilate the other side.

And there would only be two outcomes: either annihilate the other side, or be annihilated by them.

There was no possibility of a compromise.

The second day.

The combat losses of both sides were once again equal.

Another twenty thousand each!

Although the commanders on both sides were mentally prepared, such a tragic situation still made one feel distressed. In other words, looking at it this way, it was impossible for either side to distinguish a winner in the short term, whether in terms of combat power or morale. Then... they could only gamble with human lives!

What a pessimistic situation this was.

No one was willing to give up. Tsarist Russia had persisted for so long and attacked Longyan for so long, so naturally, they were unwilling to give up. Therefore, no matter how far away it was, they kept transporting troops, grain, and Weaponry and Equipment. Even though the economic situation within Russia was not optimistic, Peter was still unwilling to give up.

Longyan was even less willing to give up; once Yanqi was breached, then Dunhuang and Liangzhou would be exposed under the hooves of the Tsarist Russia Army.

Therefore, neither side had a reason to give up.

Therefore, unless it reached the very end, no one would retreat.

The third day.

The fourth day.

The fifth day.

No one expected that the Northwest battle situation would become so deadlocked. Every day there were thousands of casualties, and even the medics accompanying the army could no longer take care of so many wounded. Some who were seriously injured could only wait for death because they could not receive treatment in time. The battle at the front was intense, and the situation in the camp was equally miserable.

Everywhere there were people wailing.

War in the age of cold weapons is just like this; it can never be as quick and painless as with hot weapons.

Fortunately, the Northwest is Longyan territory after all, and many doctors and commoners from all over Longyan have come to help under the call. But even so, it is still not enough.

Continue to increase troops.

On the side of Tsarist Russia, they are also continuously increasing troops.

The Longyan side, naturally, cannot stop either.

It is madness.

This war has been fought to the point of madness.

Every day in the council, Bitter Remonstrance occurs.

The pro-war faction naturally wants to drive the Russian Army out of Longyan as soon as possible. But the pro-peace faction has proposed that if things continue this way, the only outcome will be mutual destruction, so it would be better to seek peace with Tsarist Russia early to pursue domestic peaceful development. The pro-peace faction believes that Tsarist Russia is actually in a difficult position at this time, and if they are given some small benefits, they would be willing to withdraw their troops.

Arguing every day, Liu Zheng has grown tired of listening to it.

Of course, both positions have their own logic.

Because no one has the heart to watch those soldiers perish at a rate of ten thousand, over ten thousand, or even tens of thousands a day.

After all, behind every soldier is a family.

If they seek peace and pay some reparations to Tsarist Russia, from the perspective of the Human Way, it is justifiable.

However.

Liu Zheng has not expressed his stance on this.

In seven days, both sides have already lost an army of over fifty thousand each.

He knows that the balance on the battlefield will tilt severely in the coming days.