As the emergency meeting concluded, Makarov spurred out of the Britannian Legation and headed straight to the Beijing Wall where his men were located.
They were firing at the Boxers' infantry with great accuracy and precision. Every bullet their guns spewed, took one Boxer's life. Even the Boxers who are hiding in the dark can't escape from Ruthenian bullets. It felt as though they were being chased down by it.
"Sir, you arrived. How did the meeting go?" One of his men asked.
"Everyone decided to leave the International Legation Quarter. This is going to be a pain in the ass evacuating thousands while engaging the Boxers at the same time."
"So what do you plan to do?" his men asked again.
"We are going to negotiate our way out of here of course," Makarov said. "I hope they accept because if they don't they are wasting their lives."
