This war is over and we have no hope of victory.

And right before we fail, we may be bankrupt."

Little Rothschild poured basins of cold water on Ben-Gurion’s head!

"How could they do this, they...!"

Ben-Gurion roared, he knew not to scold young Rothschild too much.

For the sake of the empire they created, Rothschild Jr. had sold off all his family property.

It's a pity that although the young Rothschild's family fortune is rich, it is just a drop in the bucket compared with the huge war consumption.

Even if little Rothschild's bones were dismantled and sold, they wouldn't fetch much money now.

"So what do you think we should do now?" After a long time, Ben-Gurion calmed down. He let go of his hand and sat down on the sofa helplessly.

“Right now, I think the most important thing is to ensure our strength.

Then, we organized people to move toward Germany and France."

"To occupy Germany and France? This is impossible, we only have 200,000 troops!"

Ben-Gurion looked at young Rothschild as if he were a madman. He used to think that he was crazy, but now he felt that it was young Rothschild who was crazy.

“Occupy Germany, France?

Gurian, you are almost crazy for having this idea.

I mean, I tried my best to arrange a ship to send them to the United States.

We want to have our own strength in the United States, and we want to keep these soldiers and officers with combat experience.

If we counterattack in the future, these people will be the main force.

Even without counterattack, with the support of so many people, we can still have enough say in the United States."

"Do you really want to give up?"

"Yes, I don't see any hope of winning the war.

We can no longer use people as cannon fodder, we are just taking advantage of the last opportunity to allow more useful people to escape and start a new life in the United States."

Ben-Gurion was silent. He did not expect that the empire he founded would end so quickly in such a way.

Ten years ago, he was so high-spirited that he once thought that he could create a thousand-year empire and that he would be respected like King Solomon.

But now..., the Israeli Empire has only existed for ten years.

It went too fast, ten years seemed like a dream.

"What to do with those old people, children, and women?" Ben Gurion said helplessly.

"You can only escape as much as you can. There is no other way. You and I can't save everyone.

Perhaps, this is God’s will.”

"I don't believe in God's will, I want to take everyone away." Ben Gurion roared again.

"Gurion, you know this is impossible." Young Rothschild was equally helpless.

He has served as the prime minister of this country for ten years, and every brick, brick, plant, and tree here is the reflection of his hard work.

Now that I have woken up from the ten-year dream, everything will be wiped out.

"Those people are our fathers, sisters, and children.

The Ottomans will not let them go, they will kill the old and the children, and our sisters will suffer the most cruel ravages.

You have a way, you must have a way, save them!" Ben Gurion begged in pain.

"I am not a god, and I have no choice. When things have reached this point, we can only accept our destiny." Young Rothschild knew the consequences of leaving these people behind.

The Ming people hated the Hebrews, and the Ottomans also hated them.

Not to mention the Russians and Ukrainians who had their land and property taken away by the Hebrews.

Staying here now is no different from waiting to die.

"They will all be killed!" Ben Gurion covered his face helplessly.

"There is no way, we have done too much in the past ten years.

If we treat Ukrainians and Russians well, we won't always be thinking about Constantinople.

If we do not participate in the war against Ming Dynasty, what if...!

There are no ifs in this world. We always think that we can take advantage, but in the end we find that there are enemies everywhere around us.

Everyone wants us dead, everyone wants us finished.

Even if the Russians are so weak, when they fight against us, they will fight to the last man.

The Ottomans, who are known as the weaklings, cannot even defeat the Kurds.

But as long as they fight with us, their soldiers will be brave and fearless of death.

There are corpses beside every ruin in Seystopol.

Half is ours and half is the Ottomans.

Not to mention the Ukrainians, many of them have joined the Russian army to fight against us.

The reason for all this is because we occupied their land and attempted to occupy their capital.

The hatred was forged, and it was too deep.

These are all sins of our own making and we need to bear them ourselves.

no way!"

"What about the Ming Dynasty? How many people did they kill, Romanians, Austro-Hungarians, British, French, Italians, Germans...!

When will they be punished?"

"Don't worry Gulian, they are still strong now.

But no empire will be strong forever, and one day they will decline.

When they decline, it will be time for us to take revenge.

Believe me, Gurian, our revenge will be ten times more brutal than theirs.

Not only us, the British, the French, the Germans, but also Italy, the Austro-Hungarian Empire, Romania, and even the allies of the Ming Dynasty will all swoop down from the sky like bloodthirsty vultures, from the ruins of the Ming Dynasty.
Chapter completed!