Time passed minute by minute, at one-thirty in the morning, two in the morning, three in the morning, three-thirty in the morning. On the Aleut, Diyachenko and Aitorin watched helplessly as the line of fire began to disappear from four kilometers away. They have advanced all the way south, and have now advanced to eight kilometers.
Buildings were blown up and set on fire one after another, and the fighting roars of the volunteers became more and more intense, constantly beating on the remaining defenders' defense lines like the tide during the full moon.
The adjutant had already told the two generals about the information that the Chinese had invested in brand new weapons. For veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time, the principles of this Oriental handgun can be understood with a little thought.
"Why didn't I think of that? This structure is very simple! And it doesn't require a lot of special materials. We can make a batch with the reserves of our fortress."
Diyachenko blamed himself and was upset. The handguns that the soldiers talked about were actually enlarged versions of muskets, and they were the most primitive ones made with iron sand. They did not seek high accuracy or long range, but only wanted short-range coverage. Killing and wounding, isn't this the best weapon when fighting in close combat?
But unexpectedly, sometimes there is only one layer of window paper missing, just like humans invented the horseshoe. Putting an iron bar on the horse's hoof is a very simple thing in the eyes of a nation that understands this technology, isn't it?
However, in the minds of an ignorant nation, this kind of innovative thinking cannot be born on its own. Seemingly small technological improvements such as saddles are not innovations at all, but are just a small experience of a nation. .
And it is this small experience that can often determine the outcome of a war.
At the most critical moment, others thought of you but did not think of you, and the results can prove everything.
After this battle, Xiao Letian was recognized as the founder of the shotgun in the history of human weapons. No matter how many types of shotguns are extended in later generations, the founder will always be Xiao Letian.
The volunteers equipped with shotguns are basically invincible within ten meters. Within this distance, the enemy cannot break through the firepower net of shotguns, and further distances are covered by Mauser rifles. The advantage of large numbers of people is finally highlighted. undoubtedly.
The Tsarist Russian soldiers who were unable to charge up could only shoot at each other and then retreat steadily. The stubborn strongholds were either burned down or blown up. The entire Vladivostok was red, and it looked like purgatory from a distance.
Diyachenko knew that his defeat was certain. He smiled miserably and took out a silver flask from his pocket. He smiled at Etolin and said, "You only have this one sip of wine left, and I won't let you." After saying that, he raised his head and poured a flask of vodka into it. In his throat, the spicy taste burned down his throat.
When Etolin saw the commander taking out his beloved family pistol and stuffing it into his mouth, he was so frightened that he quickly snatched it away, "No! It's not the last minute, we haven't seen the reinforcements yet, why? Be able to give up easily!”
"It's too late! Vladivostok is hopeless. This fortress will fall before dawn. By then, the Chinese can completely rely on the Amur River to set up a defense line."
"They have time. As long as the ice on the Amur River breaks, the cavalry regiment that lacks supplies will have to be blocked in the north. What will they do to cross the river? Will they float over with logs? How can they build a ship without craftsmen!"
"These Chinese are a group of moles. They are born with a love for civil engineering. In such cold weather, they can dig so many trenches on the frozen soil. You said that through the three seasons of spring, summer and autumn, these Chinese will put Amur What kind of defense line should we build on the south bank of the river?”
"It's too late, we have no time." Diyachenko was completely desperate. "Originally, I hoped that our warriors could delay for a while, or simply cause more casualties, so that we still have hope, but all hope is shattered, everything is shattered. !”
Of course Etolin knew this. Since the volunteers were equipped with new weapons, their casualty rate in street fighting has dropped rapidly. On the contrary, the Tsarist Russian defenders suffered heavy casualties.
"I know, I know all this, but there is still hope, we still have hope! This time the cavalry regiment from Central Asia is led by Fadeev. I have met him once. He is a very outstanding member of the empire. A cavalry commander, how could he not think of what we can think of?"
"There is still hope! Until the last moment, we must not give up hope that someone will come! Be optimistic about the Commander, and we must not let him commit suicide! I believe that this war is not over yet, it is not over at all."
Diyachenko's pistol was taken away, the poison in his pocket was swiped away, and even the meat-cutting tool knife he carried was confiscated.
He smiled bitterly and said, "Aitorin! Do you know how difficult it is for a person to muster the courage to commit suicide? If you organize me like this, I'm afraid that when the time comes, I won't have the courage to pull the trigger!"
Aitorin shook his head. "If it really comes to a last resort, I will order all the warships of the navy to rush out of the bay and rush out from the gap where there is no mine."
"It will depend on whether God will bless us then! Maybe one or two of our dozen or so ships will escape, maybe we will all sink here, who knows, but that will be more glorious than committing suicide!"
The two top commanders of the army and navy finally made a decision. It was only a matter of time before the battle started. No one had the power to make a comeback. Two-thirds of the city had fallen, and all large fortifications were destroyed by naval guns at sea. After one bombing, the Russian army in Vladivostok was defeated.
At 4:15 in the morning, Tuvadim stumbled southward while being escorted by a squad of soldiers, and fled back to the fortification of their battalion headquarters. After breaking open the headquarters door, the two Russian women who were left behind inside The soldiers discovered that half of Vadim's body was soaked in blood.
The two female soldiers were military medical officers at Camp Vadim, but they were also his forbidden wives. In the bitterly cold Far East, there were no prosperous big cities, and it was impossible to survive the long winter without strong drinks and women.
Therefore, there are always some women who follow the army. They are civilian officials or military doctors or nurses in name, but in fact they are military prostitutes. As a senior officer, Vadim can certainly enjoy women of his own nation, while ordinary soldiers can only rely on women from the indigenous peoples of the Far East to vent their loneliness.
As many as six to seven hundred ethnic minority women were abducted in Vladivostok.
"Oh, dear Vadim, what's wrong with you?" The two women rushed over and quickly bandaged Vadim, but they found that the left half of Vadim's body was full of small holes from his shoulder to his waist. They are all bleeding out.
"Don't bandage it, it's useless! It's the Chinese's new weapon that deserves to be damned. Countless of our warriors died on that insidious weapon. I won't accept it."
