Successfully blocking the Amur Bay, Ye Qiu's cavalry regiment also covered the high ground on the west side of the battlefield. Long Ye's 40,000 troops blocked the north of the city. On the sea, the Zhiyuan looked arrogantly at the more than 10,000 Russian troops as if seeking defeat alone.
At this moment, Diyachenko and Aitorin were at their wits' end. They had no other way to change the situation except praying for God's blessing.
At this time, Xiang Shaolong adjusted his strategy in time. He reduced the bombing density of the artillery bombardment and shortened the time. Now it is two o'clock in the afternoon. He will spend another six hours destroying the buildings in the city. When the night battle starts at eight o'clock, it will be difficult for the enemy to stop it. Any effective resistance.
With a strength ratio of four to one, even if we fight with bayonets, we can definitely win!
That afternoon, during the long bombardment, the Wavebreaker and other Chinese naval warships, a total of eleven ships, finally arrived on the battlefield. Previously, due to a rush for time, the Zhiyuan chose strong wind supercharging to increase its speed, leaving other friendly ships behind. Fortunately, Xiang Ying's adventurous advance blocked the Russian navy that was about to break out.
Twelve warships were cruising offshore, and the Volunteer Army's certainty of victory became three points greater. Everyone was gearing up and eagerly awaiting the arrival of the final decisive moment.
It was only four o'clock in the afternoon, and the strong aroma of meat was already wafting from each trench. The chefs of each army used all their skills to prepare sumptuous meals for the army before the attack.
The snow-white heads were piled up in the basket like a pyramid, and the strong fragrance of wheat could float from one end of the trench to the other. The pork vermicelli cooked in a big pot is steaming, and the large pieces of pork belly are soft and rotten.
Wild pheasant stewed with wild pheasant mushrooms, pour a spoonful of the golden chicken soup on the rice, and it will be so delicious that your tongue will be swallowed in one bite.
What is even more popular is the canned beef shipped by the Prime Minister from Ryukyu. The potato-roasted beef is the favorite of all volunteers, and the miso soup cooked by the Fuso Samurai is also the most popular.
The entire battlefield was filled with the sounds of people snoring and eating, and the crowd burst into laughter. This didn't look like a war, it was simply an outing.
"Believe it or not, I can eat a load of these white flour buns by myself!"
"Blow it! I don't believe it."
"If you don't believe it, just suppress it?"
"Whoever is afraid of whom, press them. For the newly issued military pay, I will press two yuan of silver, I will press three yuan, and I will press four yuan."
The one who was bragging was Ding Si, who had a lucky escape from Qingdao years ago. Li Gui was assigned to the cavalry regiment. He was not good at horseback riding, so he was assigned to the First Infantry Division as a company commander.
This guy was tall and tall. He held a pole in his hand and smiled ghostly at all the dissatisfied people. When he saw that the money in the military cap was **10 yuan, he just lifted the pole.
"You guys, you see clearly!" He took out the white-faced steamed buns one by one from the basket and began to place them on the pole, from one end to the other, counting 22 large white steamed buns.
Everyone was fed up and said, "My mother! You can really eat so much."
Ding Si grinned, "I can eat it or not, I'm born with a big belly." After saying that, he grabbed the first steamed bun and squeezed it into a ball with both hands.
This guy swallowed the steamed bun in two or three bites like a bear, then took the second one and swallowed it in another three or two mouthfuls. At this time, everyone around him was dumbfounded. They didn't expect Ding Si to be so good at eating.
"Five, six, seven, eighty-one, twelve, oh my mother, there are already fifteen." Many people hiccuped when they saw it.
In half an hour, Ding Si actually ate to the end. When he stuffed the last bite of steamed bun into his mouth, the whole place was in a roar, "Oh my God! Are you still a human belly?"
Ding Si grabbed the money from the military cap, stuffed it into his arms and muttered, "It's bad, at least you can't drink water for a day and a night, otherwise your stomach will swell and you will die!"
Ding Si, who had eaten until he died, emerged from the trench arrogantly and gestured with his middle finger towards Vladivostok in the distance: "Grandma, I can eat until I die. You grandsons, go ahead and starve to death, you bastards." "
Ding Si is right. Although Vladivostok has not run out of ammunition at this moment, it is really running out of food.
In the bunker where the soldiers were hiding, people could only cook a little thin barley porridge to satisfy their hunger, forgetting about meat. In the past, they could add some sea fish, but as the siege of the volunteers became more and more tight, fishing on the sea was often attacked by surprise. This limited food supply was also cut off.
Today, Diyachenko and Aitorin also knew that the end was not far away. They ordered the opening of the last food supply warehouse and distributed the last bit of food and vodka.
But what is this meager amount of food enough to do? Not enough for these polar bears to fill their teeth.
"Oh God! We are going to see you. Why do we still have to eat these gruels? Are we really going to starve to death as the Chinese say?" Andreev, the human bear, kicked the chair to pieces and was angry. circling back and forth in the shelter.
The sallow and skinny orderly said carefully, "Battal Commander, you still have a piece of bacon here, but the brothers don't even have a piece of bread. We really have no choice."
Andreev waved his hands angrily, "Give my food to the brothers. I want to go out for some fresh air."
At this time, the volunteer army's shelling was no longer so intensive. Andreev carefully patrolled the battlefield, thinking in his mind how he should respond to the upcoming decisive battle.
But after walking only a few hundred meters, he smelled a very strange aroma. Following the aroma, he walked and walked, and finally arrived at Battalion Commander Vadim's defense area.
"Where is Vadim? What is your battalion commander doing?" Andriev asked the sentry in a low voice.
"Sir, our battalion commander is having a barbecue."
"Barbecue? How can he have meat?" Before Andreev finished speaking, an idea suddenly came to his mind. He remembered Vadim's nickname, which made him gag in his throat. "Oh God! He actually did it again."
Vadim came out, holding a piece of roasted medium-rare meat in his hand and chewing on it. "Dear old man, do you want to taste this supreme delicacy? This is much more delicious than barley porridge!" "
Human Butcher Vadim was named for his love of eating human flesh. During the winter when the volunteers besieged the city, he was the only one who, instead of losing weight, gained three points of weight.
"You, your God! Bless you!" Andreev crossed himself helplessly.
"Haha God! Are you still dreaming about God coming to save you? Stop dreaming, we are already in hell. Don't you have this consciousness yet? I have a hunch that the Chinese are going to kill you tonight, and they want revenge. They want to kill us all”
"You ask me why? Hahaha." Vadim smiled like a ghost. "Don't forget that I ate countless Chinese, and they lived in my belly. They wanted to take revenge. They wanted to go crazy. They told me Yes! Hahaha, they told me.”
"That's enough, you lunatic, you are a lunatic!" Andreev turned around and wanted to leave, but unexpectedly Vadim rushed forward with a strong step, and the human meat in his hand directly rubbed into Andreev's mouth. .
"Do you still want to go to heaven? Just dream. Ever since you stepped into the land of the Far East, you are no longer a human being. We are all sinners, and the karma of hell is waiting for us, hahaha!"
Crazy, Vadim has gone completely crazy.
