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The two volunteer army officers who escorted the prisoner were proficient in Russian. They proudly said, "Fadeyev is escorting the army from the north at the moment. Now that you have read the order of the commander of the army, make a decision quickly." , we don’t have much time to waste..."
"Look around..." The officer of the Volunteer Army pointed in all directions. People could only see a black line pressing up from the end within their sight.
That was infantry, endless infantry, pressing up from the northwest, due west, and due south. Coupled with the cavalry from the southwest, the volunteer army was like a bowl.
There were loud sounds of bugles everywhere, and the horses galloping back and forth in front of the military formation to control the speed of the army's advance. The soldiers held rifles with bayonets in their hands, holding them at a 45-degree angle, with the blades shining brightly towards the sky.
A jungle of bayonets shone with cold light, and exciting roars erupted from time to time from the army.
"The last battle! The last battle in the Far East... we must win!
"Must win! Must win! Must win..."
Thunderous roars echoed in the formation of more than 20,000 people, and all the soldiers were flushed with excitement. Among them were elite Chinese veterans from the south, as well as native Far East survivors.
There are Hans, Manchus, Mongols, Oroqen, Hezhen... All ethnic groups have only one name at the moment, Far East Volunteer Army!
"Long live the Chinese nation! The founding of the Far East!" The officers and veterans in the military formation once again led the atmosphere of the army. They took the lead in shouting slogans again and again, and then tens of thousands of people followed and shouted wildly.
The overwhelming sound rushed towards the Tsarist Russian army. Countless war horses were frightened and shrank back.
Gogol and Furmanov turned pale. They knew that there was no room for maneuver at this point, but they still refused to bow their heads for the sake of face.
The two officers escorting the prisoners lost their patience. They raised their hands behind them. The cavalry formation in the distance suddenly appeared with two horses running wildly in front of the formation. Two flag bearers each held a large flag in their hands.
At this time, the Cossacks were all stunned: "Double-headed eagle! Legion flag! My God, our military flag is in the hands of the Chinese..."
The war horses galloped back and forth in the middle of the battlefield, with two military flags held flat in their hands, the long spearheads drooping slightly, and the hem of the military flags almost touched the ground.
This is a great insult. Falling the military flag is a taboo for all armies. The Chinese use this behavior to tell you, don't have any illusions. The Cossack reinforcements have been completely wiped out, and there is no way to recover from the loss of the military flag.
Gogol burst into tears, "That's it, that's all! If that's the case, then surrender, I can't just watch the boys die meaninglessly after me... Surrender!"
After saying that, he took out the pistol from his waist and stuffed it into his mouth. The guard next to him rushed up and snatched the pistol away. "You can't die. The commander of the army is still alive. Why do you want to die? The rest is the matter." It belongs to the politicians and they should also be held responsible for the failure!”
Furmanov, who had always had a bad temper, suddenly laughed, "Hahaha... Yes, we can't die. I want to see what the final outcome of this war will be. Even if I die, I can't die in a daze! This place in the Far East In the First World War, our soldiers were not at fault, I just want to know who was at fault!"
"Lower the flag... dismount... hand over the gun... We are hungry, but the prisoner camp management doesn't care about food?"
The two military flags finally crushed the last bit of pride of these remnants. The imagined war did not break out. The hungry Cossacks laid down their weapons and accepted the reorganization of the volunteers.
At such a historic moment, the highest military commander on the battlefield will never be absent. Wang Huaiyuan personally presided over the surrender ceremony, and the Dragon Attendant Monk watched the ceremony. When Gogol and Fumanov handed over their guns and sabers to Wang Huaiyuan, At that moment, Gogol suddenly hesitated.
It was this hesitation that made the atmosphere at the scene suddenly become tense. Gogol held the middle part of the saber and refused to let go, while Wang Huaiyuan held the two parts of the scabbard and pulled it back but did not pull it over.
The scene suddenly became awkward, and the surrounding CIA officers looked unkind, and even put their hands on the handle of the revolver.
Sakamoto Ryoma noticed that something was wrong in the atmosphere, and quickly came over and laughed, "Hahaha... Amitabha... you have to stop fighting to become a warrior. Give this sword to a poor monk to collect!" After saying that, he directly took the saber away with a swipe of his hand. , leaving an empty scabbard in the hands of two people fighting for it.
This was very embarrassing. Gogol's face turned red and he quickly let go. Wang Huaiyuan nodded to Sakamoto Ryoma and threw the scabbard away. "If you want a full set, why should you use a big sword when you are a monk..."
Gogol nodded slightly and said apologetically, "I'm very sorry. I lost my temper just now. I have a question in my mind that I want to ask you..."
"Please speak!" Wang Huaiyuan was in a very good mood, and he was very willing to give the prisoners a little kindness.
"The one who defeated Fadeev on the Amur River must be your main force, because we know very well the command level of the regiment commander and the combat capabilities of his soldiers. If you can defeat them, you must be the elite of the Chinese and volunteer armies..."
"And these days, I am also sensitively aware that the soldiers guarding Vladivostok are all new recruits, and there seem to be new faces every day... This is completely inconsistent with our previous intelligence. How many soldiers do you have?"
Gogol's question was very acute. Although Tsarist Russia's intelligence work was average, the overall military strength data was still correct.
The total number of volunteers is a little more than 30,000. Not counting the Chinese army and the navy, the 6th team is at most just over 20,000. They also have to deal with the Tsarist Russian navy on Amami Island, so it is impossible to support too many troops.
The battle on the Amur River in the north requires at least 20,000 main troops, so the number of troops guarding Vladivostok is only 10,000.
However, the battles in the past few days are not at all like this. Gogol and Fumanov estimated from the battlefield that the number of defenders in Vladivostok was at least 25,000...
"Where did you get these extra fifteen thousand people? Can you Chinese do magic tricks?"
Wang Huaiyuan was silent, and it took ten minutes before he spoke, "I can't tell you some information, but I can reveal a little bit. In this battle in the Far East, there are two women who have a great influence on the situation..."
"One of them is Master Kirigakure, who directly influenced the mutiny in Heilongjiang! And the other...hehehe, what do you think?"
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