Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 1143 The Far East Belongs to China

Fang Dihu took out a thick agreement from the folder and placed it solemnly in front of Romanov.

Romanov's hands trembled slightly. He carefully turned to the first page. When he saw the content of the agreement, his face turned pale instantly.

"South of the Greater Khingan Range, north of the Heilongjiang River, west of the Ussuri River..." His voice was trembling, "The entire Far Eastern Province?"

"More than that," Su Zhengyang said calmly, "Keep reading."

Romanov turned to the next page, with more and more cold sweat on his forehead: "East of Lake Baikal, south of the Lena River..."

His hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the document. The area listed in this agreement almost covered all of Russia's territory in the Far East. One and a half million square kilometers, a stifling number.

"This... this is impossible," Romanov said with difficulty, "These lands are already the territories of Tsarist Russia..."

"Really?" Su Zhengyang interrupted him coldly, "Before the Treaty of Dongjiang and the Treaty of Ducheng, whose land was this?"

Romanov was speechless.

Fang Dihu added at the right time: "According to our historical archives, these lands have been Chinese territory since ancient times. I think Mr. Romanov knows better than me how the Tsarist Russia acquired these lands."

Romanov's finger hovered over the agreement, and cold sweat soaked his shirt. The agreement was like a sword hanging over his head, making him breathless.

"President Soviet," Romanov suppressed his fear, "These lands have been governed by Tsarist Russia for nearly a hundred years. There are a large number of Russian residents there, there are cities we have built, and there are..."

"Just like what happened between England and Portugal," Su Zhengyang interrupted him coldly, "You also want to talk to me about the ransom? Negotiate terms?"

"No, it's not," Romanov shook his head quickly, "but this involves 34 million square kilometers of land after all. We need time to discuss, time to resettle the residents, and time..."

"Time?" Su Zhengyang sneered, "Isn't the time you spent on the phone with Moscow in the past three days enough?"

Romanov's face turned pale instantly.

"Or," Su Zhengyang's voice became colder, "Moscow has given you clear instructions - delay time?"

Li Yunlong snorted coldly and slammed the hammer in his hand heavily on the table. The sound made Romanov tremble all over.

"President Su," Romanov's voice began to tremble, "You have to understand that this is not a small number. We need to assess the impact, develop a plan, and... "

"Are you playing word games with me?" Su Zhengyang suddenly raised his voice, "When you used your powerful ships and guns to seize these lands, did you give us time to assess the impact?"

Romanov's forehead was covered with cold sweat: "But...but the situation is different now, we need to consider..."

"That's enough!" Su Zhengyang slammed the table, "It seems that you are planning to repeat the mistakes of Chesterfield and his men?"

Wilson and Du Bois simultaneously shrank back. They had a premonition that a storm was coming.

Chesterfield and Silva were even more pale. They had just experienced Su Zhengyang's wrath and knew that this "madman" was really bold and daring.

Romanov looked at Wilson and Dubois for help, but the two allies looked as if they didn't see him and lowered their heads. Even Chesterfield and Silva, who had just experienced "life and death", looked as if it had nothing to do with them.

"It seems that your allies can't help you either," Su Zhengyang sneered, "They all know very well that the current Tsarist Russia is still qualified to play any tricks in the Far East?"

Romanov's Adam's apple moved, but he couldn't speak.

"Let me guess," Su Zhengyang lit a new cigarette, "Did Moscow tell you to delay as long as possible and wait until the European battlefield is over?"

Romanov's face turned pale instantly. Su Zhengyang had hit the nail on the head about Moscow's true thoughts.

"You think I don't know?" Su Zhengyang slowly exhaled a smoke ring, "The main forces of the Tsarist Russia are tied up in the European battlefield, and only a few old, weak and sick people are left in the Far East. You want to wait until the end of the war and then come to bargain with us?"

Li Yunlong sneered and played with the hammer in his hand: "President, it seems that they really forgot how the last negotiation ended."

Romanov's eyes fell on the hammer involuntarily, and his whole body trembled.

"I'm giving you two choices now," Su Zhengyang's voice suddenly turned cold, "either sign the agreement obediently like Chesterfield and the others. Or..."

He suddenly stood up and looked down at Romanov: "I will let the North Sea Fleet take back Vladivostok first, and then go all the way north to take back every inch of land that belongs to China!"

This sentence was like a heavy hammer, hitting Romanov's heart. He knew too well the military strength of China. If Su Zhengyang really used force, the Russian army in the Far East would not be able to stop China's attack.

Romanov felt a tightness in his chest and could hardly breathe.

The order from Moscow was still ringing in his ears: "We must not make any compromise on the Far East issue! That land is already the territory of Tsarist Russia, and it has been ruled for nearly a hundred years. If we give it up easily, it will not only shake the foundation of the country, but also make Tsarist Russia completely lose its prestige in the international community!"

But the reality before us is so cruel.

On the European battlefield, the main force of the Tsarist Russia was pinned down by the Byrd Empire, and bloody battles were fought every day. The military strength in the Far East was extremely weak, and even the defense force in Vladivostok was reduced to a few remnants. If China really marched north, it would probably take less than a month to advance to Lake Baikal.

All the burdens were on his shoulders. Moscow wanted him to delay time and try every possible means to deal with it, but Su Zhengyang had obviously seen through it all.

The Chinese president didn't give him any room to maneuver.

&34;Sign, or war. &34;This is the final choice.

Romanov secretly glanced at the hammer in Li Yunlong's hand, then looked at the agreement on the table. He suddenly realized that he was like a trapped beast in a cage, with a tiger in front of him and an abyss behind him, and he was in a dilemma.

Sign? That would be tantamount to betraying Moscow's orders, and handing over 1.5 million square kilometers of territory to others. He couldn't bear the accusation.

Not signing? That would mean war, and the Far East would be plunged into a war that was doomed to fail. By then, not only would the land be lost, but even the last bit of dignity would be lost. He couldn't bear this responsibility.

Cold sweat slid down his cheeks. Under Su Zhengyang's pressing gaze and Li Yunlong's meaningful sneer, he felt like a fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.