In the eyes of Ao Ye and Cao Wenzhao, the war between the coalition forces and the Russians was purely a dog-eat-dog act, and Ming Dynasty could just watch from the side. The longer the fight lasted, the more people died, and the more benefit it had to Ming Dynasty.

If someone else had stood up, they would have been scolded long ago. But it was Sun Zhijie who stood up, so they had no choice. After all, Sun Chengzong still had to take care of his face.

"Oh! Young general, what can you do?" Mao Qi really wanted to hear what Sun Zhijie could do to get out of the current predicament.

"Here! St. Petersburg!" Sun Zhijie's hand did not point to the current battlefield in Minsk, but to St. Petersburg in the north.

"St. Petersburg?" Mao Qi looked at this place thousands of miles away from the battlefield in confusion, wondering why Sun Zhijie pointed the battlefield there.

"Yes! It's St. Petersburg. I saw that both Prussia and France organized reinforcements. But if we continue to spend time on this kind of trench warfare, even if we fight until next year, there may be no results.

So we need to open up a new battlefield. Compared with Russia, the coalition’s greatest advantage is its numbers, so why not take advantage of our numbers?"

"Cities like Riga are still in the hands of the Russians. If we march to St. Petersburg..." Mao Qi looked at Sun Zhijie with some embarrassment. There were a series of Russian fortresses in front of St. Petersburg.

If you want to attack there, it is not much different from the difficulty of attacking Moscow.

"General Moltke, I am an officer in the Marine Corps. What I am most familiar with is the landing battle. We can bypass all the cities along the way and attack St. Petersburg from the sea.

The main force of the Russians is attracted to the Riga-Minsk defense line. We can sneak around behind them unexpectedly, and as long as we command it properly, we can definitely succeed in one blow."
Chapter completed!