Despair is also a kind of power. Vadim is good at exploiting human despair. Basically everyone under his command has blood on their hands. When food supply is insufficient, cannibalism is also common.
This group of people have abandoned their humanity. Living in them is actually like living in hell, but sometimes they have an illusion that they are just human beings.
Today Vadim shattered all illusions. He almost pointed at the noses of his officers and soldiers and cursed, "Don't think about being human anymore. You have killed countless Chinese and eaten the flesh of countless Chinese. Now the outside has begun to retaliate and massacre the city." , do you still think about it?
"Give up all illusions and fight!"
Vadim gave an order, and all the Russian troops hiding in the houses and fortifications began to counterattack. Gunfire suddenly erupted throughout the city, and the vanguard troops who rushed to the front were caught off guard.
It turns out that what Tsarist Russia just experienced was not a major rout but a strategic shift. They wanted to lure the enemy deeper, pull the volunteer army's forward line into pieces, and then divide and encircle it in order to maximize the kill rate.
Diyachenko listened to the waves of Ula roars in the distance. He knew that Vadim had begun to fight back. Under the dim kerosene lamp, Diyachenko began to write the last military record of his life.
"The Volunteer Army has inherited the combat tradition of Xiao Letian's new army. They are fast, brave, and good at using various encouragement skills. They can always use every method to inspire morale to the highest level before a big battle..."
"Their officers are young and outstanding. They have no problems with aristocratic officers. In the most difficult times on the battlefield, they can sacrifice their lives to inspire the soldiers...I must admit that the Chinese are already a nationalist in the true sense. The country!"
"Their equipment is extremely sophisticated. The performance of Mauser rifles far exceeds that of our weapons. Even the latest Berdan rifle cannot challenge Mauser's data. Moreover, they are also good at transforming some old weapons, such as the famous rifles from the American Civil War. Spencer, the Chinese have made many small modifications to further improve the combat effectiveness..."
One piece of data after another was written in the notebook. This was Diyachenko's final victory for the empire. He wanted to tell the details of this army to those who came after him, and to tell the great Tsar that this was experience gained with blood.
"But these armies are not without their weaknesses. First of all, their composition is very mixed... The Chinese nation is a nation with a new concept. Although it is nominally made up of Han people, Xiao Letian did not refuse other ethnic groups to join the Chinese nation at the beginning. In this system..."
"Japanese, Nanyang people, ethnic minorities in the Qing Dynasty, and even indigenous people in Ryukyu and Pacific island countries... Countless ethnic groups have begun to accept the baptism of Chinese ideas, and the best among them will be absorbed into the army..."
"From a political point of view, Xiao Letian's methods are undoubtedly clever. Once his concept of Chinese ethnicity is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, it is very likely that this will be a bold attempt to resolve ethnic conflicts and want to rule a multi-ethnic country like China. This kind of The method is really very clever and clever!”
"But precisely because the ethnic groups are so complex, even if they receive a brand new brainwashing education, there will still be all kinds of incoordination, and many cracks will appear during the battle, and these cracks are what we must seize..."
While he was busy writing, a ball of fire suddenly appeared on the Zhiyuan, and then the shell exploded a hundred meters away from Diyachenko's hiding bunker.
The huge air wave really hit the shelter like an earthquake. Sand and soil fell from the roof, and the entire notebook paper was covered with a layer.
Diyachenko was not disturbed at all. He poured down the dirt on his notebook and continued to take notes. At the same time, a messenger ran in from the outside and brought him the latest battle report from the front.
The commander's eyes lit up, and the pen in his hand sped up. "...Facts have proved my inference. The first crack in the volunteer army was the warriors from Fuso. They were still using the backward and barbaric head-marking technique in the Middle Ages. They Successfully ignited the anger of our army, and the battle has escalated..."
Diyachenko rubbed his wrist and looked blankly at the light on the kerosene lamp and said faintly, "Xiao Letian, war is always full of surprises. What will happen even if you win?"
"Your stupid men have successfully inspired our determination to resist. With the strong individual combat capabilities of our Tsarist Russian soldiers, how many lives do you need to exchange for one of our lives? Two or three? Don't forget that the volunteers only have 40,000, and Most of them are ordinary people from the Far East..."
"With ten thousand Tsarist Russian defenders, even if the whole army is killed, it will still give you 20,000 lives in exchange for countless wounded soldiers. When our Central Asian cavalry regiment comes, what can you do to resist it? Hahaha, I really Just wait and see!”
Diyachenko took out the shining silver family pistol in his arms, "Maybe God hasn't abandoned me yet, and maybe I can't use you yet, but I'm mentally prepared. I will use this pistol left by my ancestors." Gun to end my life!”
The battle situation in the city was changing rapidly. Even if the shouts of killing from a certain direction were louder, it would affect Xiao Letian's heart. At this moment, he had already left the command room and climbed to the top of the nearly ten-meter-high mast, braving the late night rain. Hanfeng began to observe the changes in the urban battlefield.
The main gun of the Zhiyuan was firing wildly at his feet. Every shot of the 210 main gun made the observation tower shake. The soldiers next to him were so frightened that they took off their armed belts and tied Xiao Letian to the mast.
"Something's wrong! Why did the battlefield suddenly become stalemate? The front line of fire has not moved for an hour? Wait...why did the fire line in some areas in the south suddenly penetrate some areas to the north?"
"No, it seems that the Volunteer Army is in trouble! Xiang Ying... Let's start distributing the secret weapons we prepared! We must go into battle in advance and we can't hesitate anymore... Let Lin Zhen, Yan Xing and Qiu Wei each lead five A ten-man combat team is preparing to land from Ussuri Bay..."
"Damn it, these Rakshasa ghosts are really difficult to deal with. You've been beaten to this point and you still won't surrender?"
The Zhiyuan suspended its bombardment, and elite sailors drawn from various naval ships began to gather on the deck. Each of the 150 people carried two muskets, one long and one short, and the armed belts around their waists and chests were full of With grenades and bullets, not only that, three people were divided into a huge wooden box.
The long wooden box has countless ink marks on it, and is marked with a skull representing danger and three consecutive code words. This has proved how precious this box is. This is Ryukyu's latest urban attack weapon.
There were only fifty boxes, and Xiao Letian even brought out all the samples from the laboratory and filled fifty boxes.
"Each unit inspects the equipment... These boxes are your life. Even if you die in battle, they must be distributed to the hands of the army brothers... If you encounter enemy obstruction on the way, I allow you to use a batch, but you must save ammunition. Remember There is no place to replenish this kind of ammunition. If you use up all the ammunition, you will lose one..."
"Now we all have it! Lin Zhen..."
"arrive!"
"Lead fifty of your men and ride the Wavebreaker..."
"Yan Xing!"
"arrive!"
"You are taking the No. 3 frigate..."
"Qiu Wei..."
"arrive!"
"You are all riding..."
Orders were issued one after another. The soldiers who received the order raised their hands and saluted, then boarded the rope ladder and began to transfer to other warships. The Zhiyuan still had to stay here to guard the outlet of the Amur Gulf. They had to block the Tsarist Russian fleet overseas.
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