The War of Resistance Against Japan: Special Operations Battalion Traverses Shanghai and Slaughters

After Zhukov finished speaking, Stalin frowned and fell into deep thought.

Stalin did not believe that Zhukov was exaggerating, but he had to take it seriously because it concerned the future and fate of Russia.

Everyone else stood there like wooden stakes, frozen in place, utterly silent.

Stalin pondered for a good ten minutes, weighing the pros and cons repeatedly in his mind, but he really found it hard to make up his mind.

At this moment, he looked up at Zhukov and asked, "We have more than a million troops stationed in Siberia. Are we really not capable of fighting against the Longyan People's Army?"

Zhukov did not answer the question directly, but instead gave a roundabout answer.

"Comrade Stalin, Long Fei, the Supreme Commander of the Longyan People's Army, while making the demands, also warned that if we refused, he would take action."

"From this, we can see that Long Fei never even thought of launching a sneak attack. I think the reason why the other side is so arrogant is that he has enough confidence and strength. To put it bluntly, he doesn't take our more than one million troops in the Far East seriously."

"Hiss..."

Almost everyone gasped at the same time, and Shi Dalin's face became even more gloomy.

He picked up a spare pipe, filled it with tobacco, lit a match, and then started puffing away vigorously.

After finishing his pipe, Shi Dalin coughed twice, looked up, and said...

"Comrades, our greatest threat and enemy right now is the Hans Kingdom, because their goal is to completely annihilate the Russian Kingdom."

"But the Dragon Flame Kingdom is different. They are taking advantage of the chaos to gain profits and fulfill their long-standing promise of revenge."

"Therefore, my decision is to immediately send a delegation to negotiate with the other party. Easterners are very good at doing business and are well-versed in the art of asking for exorbitant prices and then settling for a bargain."

"We can make some concessions to the Yan Kingdom to buy ourselves more time so that we can eventually defeat the Hans Kingdom."

"Of course, our compromise and concessions this time are only temporary. In the end, we will use the strength of the whole country to take back everything we have lost."

Stalin's decision was also Zhukov's idea, so he immediately echoed it.

"Comrade Stalin, I fully agree with your wise decision. Rest assured, I will personally lead the army westward to reclaim what we have lost and completely defeat the Longyan People's Army."

Since Stalin and Zhukov had both expressed their support, no one else dared to object, so they all followed suit and actively expressed their support.

After the collective decision was made, Stalin asked, "Who do you think would be the most suitable people to send to the delegation?"

Faced with such a daunting task, none of the people present had the confidence to face Long Fei, so they all lowered their heads and remained silent.

At this moment, Zhukov glanced at Molotov and then offered his suggestion.

"Comrade Stalin, last time Comrades Molotov and Zhigarev negotiated with Long Fei. As the Chinese say, practice makes perfect. I think it is most appropriate to send them this time."

Molotov was trying to think of an excuse to refuse, but when he saw Stalin looking at him with a sharp gaze, he didn't dare to speak.

Stalin then asked in a low voice, "Comrade Molotov, are you willing to go?"

How could Molotov dare to say no? "Of course I'm willing, but times have changed. Back then, Long Fei was just a corps commander, but now he's the supreme commander of the million-strong Longyan People's Army and the highest leader of the Longyan Kingdom."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to persuade the other side to make concessions, which could affect the country's future and destiny."

Stalin then turned his attention to Zhigarev.

Zhigalev is now the deputy commander of the Russian Air Force, and his rank has been promoted to general.

"Comrade Zhigarev, would you like to go?"

Zhigalev immediately stood at attention and said, "Reporting to Comrade Stalin, I am willing to go, and I guarantee that I will do my best to persuade Long Fei to make concessions."

“Very good, very good, Comrade Zhigarev, I appoint you as the head of the delegation, Comrade Molotov as the deputy head, and you can decide on the other personnel.”

"I only have one request for you, and that is to buy us at least two years or one year."

"Yes, Comrade Stalin, I guarantee to complete the mission."

After the meeting, Long Fei received a reply from the Rakshasa Kingdom, saying that they hoped to hold face-to-face negotiations regarding the demands made by Long Fei.

Long Fei understood, of course, that the other side's initiative to propose negotiations meant they did not want to go to war with the Longyan People's Army and were prepared to compromise.

Long Fei's goal was not to have the two sides fight each other. As long as his demands were met, it would be best to avoid war.

Therefore, Long Fei agreed to the other party's request and still set the meeting place in Khabarovsk.

The following day, Zhigalev led a negotiating delegation of more than a dozen people, and landed at Khabarovsk Airport by plane.

This time, Long Fei once again sent a monk to greet him. When Zhigalev got off the plane and saw the monk, he immediately went up and hugged him tightly.

"Oh, I didn't expect it would be you who came to greet me. I am very honored and happy."

After the translator translated for the monk, the monk pointed to Zhigalev's collar and joked.

"You're a general now? You've risen through the ranks pretty quickly! What gift did you bring back for our Commander Long this time?"

The monk's tone indicated that he was treating Zhigalev as a friend, which made Zhigalev very happy.

However, Molotov, standing behind, had an icy expression and was extremely displeased.

After all, although Zhigarev was the deputy commander of the Air Force, he was definitely several ranks lower than Molotov in terms of rank and position.

Now that his subordinate had become the head of the delegation and Molotov's superior, how could Molotov not feel frustrated and unhappy?

The monk was so engrossed in chatting with Zhigalev that he didn't notice Molotov's expression at all.

"I've brought my best friend a priceless gift. I'm sure he'll love it. Could you please take me to see him right away?"

After saying this, Zhigalev waved his hand, and two members of the accompanying delegation immediately carried a wooden box off the plane.

The monk didn't ask any further questions and immediately nodded in agreement, saying, "Alright, Commander Long has prepared dinner for you, and he's waiting for you to drink together."

"Oh, really? That's great."

An hour later, the monk, accompanied by Zhigalev's delegation, arrived at Long Fei's command post in Khabarovsk.

The two greeted each other with a warm hug upon meeting. Although they were now technically rivals, it did not hinder their friendship or their ability to reminisce.

“Oh, Dragon, I never expected to see you again in Khabarovsk. I’m so happy.”

"Zhigarev, it's a pleasure to meet you. I never expected that you would be the head of the Russian delegation."