"When you discovered their whereabouts, were they very close to the fields where you were growing potatoes and sweet potatoes?"
Zhou Baoyu's expression changed, and he clenched his fist and beat it hard several times in his hand.
"Commander, Brother Song, do you mean to say that those soldiers and horses of Tsarist Russia are secretly observing the way my Dalong soldiers plant potatoes and sweet potatoes under the guise of patrolling the border?"
Song Qing looked at Zhou Baoyu's nervous expression, turned to look at Mr. Liu who was staring at the map silently, and nodded with a complicated expression.
"Brother Baoyu, Third Brother, now that he has said this.
If nothing else happens, this will most likely be the case."
Zhou Baoyu's fists crackled and he looked at the map in front of him with a gloomy look.
"Commander, the last general...the last general..."
Liu Mingzhi looked back at Zhou Baoyu, smiled and waved his hand.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!"
"Commander, it doesn't matter!
Once Tsarist Russia obtains these two kinds of food, their population will inevitably increase on a large scale within five years or so.
The increase in the population of the people means that the number of soldiers available for recruitment increases.
Likewise, the strength of the Russian imperial court also increased.
Having such a ferocious tiger on our side is definitely not a good thing for our Great Dragon Heavenly Dynasty.
Commander, it is not our country’s luck that other countries are strong!”
Liu Mingzhi rubbed the tip of his nose with his fingers and nodded with a smile.
"What's the hurry? If it increases, then it will increase.
Their strength has increased, which may not be a good thing for me, the dragon."
"Ah? Marshal, you don't have a lake..."
Chapter completed!