"Where is the assembly point of the first division? Where is the assembly point of the first division, second regiment and first battalion... Look, the military flag, I found the military flag and assemble immediately..."
"Where is the Fourth Battalion here? Wave the fucking flag! Let the brothers see..."
"Supplies have been distributed. Everyone has five minutes to eat... Stop being picky and picky. I'll give you a handful of brown sugar and you can eat it while you're at it!"
"Quick, quick, quick... Two brothers from the second company are here to carry ammunition and first aid kits..."
While the eastern front was being stabilized, outside the northernmost wall of Vladivostok city, on the Shura Hell where the four divisions had taken turns to attack before, the chaotic volunteer army was returning to build up its strength.
Military flags were erected one after another, and the soldiers were looking for their own team. Only by returning to the team they were most familiar with could they unleash their strongest combat effectiveness.
The assembly horn was sounded over and over again. The fighting in Vladivostok was now over. Sporadic resistance had disappeared. Some naval soldiers took over the task of city defense. The sea-like volunteers began to pour out of the city.
Return to the establishment, this is the only slogan shouted by all officers, and finding one's own troops is the only goal in the eyes of all soldiers!
After a whole night of bloody fighting, everyone was exhausted, but no one dared to rest. The main force of the Cossack cavalry was coming. Whether they could keep the fruits of victory depended on this trembling.
There were waving military flags everywhere in the field. The officers, regardless of their status, were shouting so loudly that their throats were almost broken. The tin trumpets were louder at their mouths, and everyone was calling out to their scattered comrades.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry... The third company has gathered seventy people! Battalion Commander, does this count as the return to construction is completed? Do you still have to wait?"
"What? You three companies have already gathered 70 people? You guys are making a lot of money because my battle loss ratio is only 30! What a waste of waiting, hurry up and carry the rations to the big guys... You have already completed the reorganization! "
The company commander raised his arms and waved, "Let's go! Hurry up and move the rations! Let's fight after we're full. We are the lucky third company, and our battle losses are the lowest..."
A group of people rushed into the open space where military supplies were stored. At this time, it was completely chaotic. All material management systems during the war were not implemented by anyone. Everyone was desperately moving according to their own needs.
Row after row of bullets filled the pockets of the armed belts and uniforms, and a string of grenades hung around his neck, just like the big Buddhist beads worn by Sha Monk.
Boxes of canned American beef were carried back on their shoulders. In the past, brown sugar and chocolate, which had to be applied for in advance, belonged to whoever grabbed them.
Even in the warehouse area, friendly forces quarreled and fought over rum. Many military regulations were abolished in the chaos. As long as you are fighting and not deserting, you can steal some supplies from the warehouse. People take care of you.
Bang bang bang... The military police fired their muskets and said, "Stop it! Damn it, you're lucky if you grab it. If you don't grab it, go look for it in other warehouses. Anyone who dares to fight among themselves will be shot..."
Gunshots dispersed the fighting soldiers, and at the same time the door of another field warehouse opened.
The troops who were returning to the army seized the last moment to have breakfast, bandage their wounds, and replenish ammunition. The bayonet opened the tinplate can, and the beef with cold white fat was picked up and stuffed into the mouth.
Large chunks of canned Ryukyu mixed fruits can be seen as soon as you raise your neck, and a large amount of Ryukyu rock candy is stuffed into your mouth, making a clicking sound.
High-strength rum was sprinkled on the wound, and the irritated soldier grinned. Then when the squad leader was unprepared, he grabbed it and drank half the bottle.
It's a mess, with shouting, scolding, eating, and howling after the death of relatives... However, the whole work of returning to reconstruction is chaotic and continuous, and the soldiers under the army are getting more and more familiar with each other. too much.
"Report to the division commander! The three battalions of the first regiment have been reorganized and fully supplied with supplies... Please give instructions!"
"Go west immediately! Your camp will bring twenty rolls of barbed wire! Do everything you can to block it as quickly as possible!"
"Yes! Sir..." The battalion commander turned around and ran away. As the roar rang out, soldiers on the battlefield began to march toward the west. There were many soldiers on the road who were eating cold steamed buns. They were choking!
Troops began to move one after another, and the ground shook due to the trampling of tens of thousands of soldiers.
Not only the fighting soldiers are working hard, but the non-combat teams such as engineers and civilians are also anxious. There are 3,000 engineers in the Volunteer Army. Although they are amateurs, they are still part of the army.
Half of them drove carriages with supplies to the Western Front to reinforce their positions, while the other half began to repair the outer walls of Vladivostok as a precaution.
There are still six to seven thousand civilians who have not slept since yesterday. They are all watching the brutal war in the northern highlands, and they are worried about the changes in the war situation.
This is also the time for them to contribute. Various arms and supplies from the northern material supply warehouse must be transported to Vladivostok. Once the number of enemy cavalry is large enough, they will definitely launch an attack here.
Bullock carts, horse-drawn carriages, rickshaws and even dog-pulled sledges were all used to transport explosives, bullets, artillery shells, food, medical supplies...even cotton, oil, etc. to the city, and the long lines were connected end to end like a long queue.
There were many houses in the city of Vladivostok that were not destroyed. After breaking open the wooden doors, they were all requisitioned into temporary warehouses. Every citizen was sweating profusely from exhaustion.
"His third uncle! The stables here are already full... Do you still have room there?"
"Yes! There is a bunker here, and it's empty. Let's unload the whole box of cans and compressed biscuits here..."
"Okay, let's get going!" The carriage creaked and soon arrived at a dilapidated bunker.
Kicking open the iron door, there were messy papers and various bits and pieces everywhere inside. A few broken cabinets were placed in the corner. The people didn't know what they were useful for, and they couldn't read. They just saw that the place was spacious and not open to the air. It was heavy. This is the perfect place to put the ration box.
Next to the corner, wooden boxes were stacked tightly together. They quickly reached the roof, and then moved back little by little until all the space was filled.
"Okay, let's go find the next house! Everyone is working hard. The general said that we have performed well. We will organize a militia team later. We will be the first to choose!"
"Really! Work hard, definitely work hard!" The crowd suddenly cheered.
The iron door was closed. No one knew that there was actually a hiding hole under the bunker, and Vadim the Human Killer was hiding in it. Now it was broken. The entrance and exit were blocked by military rations. , with a total weight of at least ten tons.
Vadim's end has been decided!
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