"Can the great Bolshevik doctrine still be realized?"

Lieutenant General Kurbatkin's eyes showed despair. He looked up in the direction of Moscow. There were his family, his comrades, his superiors, and his leaders. Now, none of this was the case.

It's important.

Death is his solution to himself.

Slowly raising the gun in his hand and pointing it at his temple, Lieutenant General Kurbatkin opened his eyes, and then shouted: "For the Soviet Union!"

With a bang, this once famous Soviet fighting hero ended his life with a prize pistol that he had carried with him for more than ten years.

Even though he knew that there was no way to save the defeat, he still insisted on his lifelong belief that the soldiers did not have to die in vain, but he chose to die for Su Weixi.

"White flag!! The Soviets are flying a white flag!!"

Hou Xiaoshan raised his hand high and was about to wave it down. He judged from the change in the intensity of the Soviet army's firepower that the Soviet army might surrender, and immediately arranged for the surrender team to come on stage. However, there was no movement from the Soviet army.

Fortunately, at the last moment, a pair of white underwear floated on the Soviet position. The battlefield was completely smashed. Apart from close-fitting items, it was really difficult to find white items that could represent surrender.

"The whole division obeys the order and leaves one battalion of prisoners to guard the Soviet army. The battlefield will be cleaned and handed over to the brothers behind. Our goal is to get on armored vehicles and tanks and chase!!"

The surrender of the Soviet army saved a lot of time. The corners of Hou Xiaoshan's mouth curled up slightly, as if he had already seen himself leading his army to madly pursue the Soviet army in the vast Far East.

There are more than a million Soviet troops, and at least hundreds of thousands of them are fleeing. It depends on who is faster, and more Soviet troops will be captured.
Chapter completed!