Accidents are everywhere in war, and it is difficult for any commander, even if the god of war is reincarnated, to figure out all the changes in every aspect of the war. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Who would have thought that the Fuso samurai, who have always been brave and not afraid of life and death, are precisely because of his excessive 'bravery', which has caused a negative effect.

The massacre of the city, which is very common in war, especially the defenders here in Vladivostok, almost everyone has the lives of the people of the Far East, and it is not an exaggeration to kill these soldiers who are innocent.

But the first people of Tsarist Russia to emigrate with the army deserve to die. Although indirectly they also enjoyed the benefits of their own army's massacre of the natives, after all, it was not their direct hand, and the crime did not deserve death!

In the chaotic field battle, the structure began to be a little loose, and it was normal for the division commander to not be able to find his own regiment commander and battalion commander, and it was even more common for the battalion commander to not be able to find his own company commander and platoon commander.

A company of more than 100 people, no more, no less, in the chaos people can be more or less taken care of, everyone can hear the roar, and the fluttering company flag can also point out the direction to the soldiers.

The command of the emergency response is sinking, and even the formation of the first level of the company has begun to disperse in the end, and sometimes the comrades cannot be found after running for more than ten minutes in the dark, and at this time they can only accept the command by looking for friendly troops to distinguish the rank.

The two soldiers who ran away suddenly met, no one is anyone, this time it depends on the rank, you are the squad leader and I am the big soldier, then I'll listen to you.

You are a private, I am a recruit, I will go with you, and now the volunteers have not yet formulated a rank like the Chinese regular army, so they can only be identified by their positions.

When the organization is chaotic and the troops are fighting separately, some of the habits or habits brought by the soldiers themselves begin to sink into the dregs, and the original strict military discipline begins to be unable to suppress their behavior.

Especially these samurai from Fuso, once they can't hear the scolding of high-ranking officials in their ears, and there is constant monitoring, then the stinky problems of their past wars will secretly pop up.

For example, the massacre of civilians, for example, the beheading of a hundred people, for example, with a string of human heads hanging around their waists, it looks like a pervert.

They thought it was bravery, but they didn't know that this kind of behavior inspired the courage of the Rakshasa ghosts to resist desperately, and these strong high-latitude people were completely angry at this moment.

The human butcher Vadim was the first to blow the trumpet of the counterattack, and the beasts, feasted on human flesh, rushed out of their hiding places and launched a decisive assault on the volunteers.

A strong Norse beast with a height of two meters and two, a saber in one hand and a heavy logging axe in the other, crushed the crowd like a giant bear, the saber swept over and set off a rain of blood, and the tomahawk swung everywhere with stumps and broken arms.

Behind him, six gun-wielding guards were responding to him, and a volley of bullets spilled at any threatening long-range target.

"Despicable Chinese! have the ability to rush at me...... If you dare to slaughter the woman I like, then die......"

"Counterattack! Counterattack! This is the army of the human butcher of Vadim...... It's those devils who eat human flesh! Revenge ...... folks."

The two sides can be regarded as a bar, the Tsarist Russian soldiers rely on their strength and do not lose, rely on their many years of rich experience in warfare, and the team cooperation is extremely perfect, plus they have no way back, and they are even more desperate to kill at this moment.

Vadim led his guards to every corner of the battlefield, and his shrill voice roared, "We have no way out, Chinese are going to slaughter the city! They are going to kill all of us, why are you waiting for them now......?"

"Hehehe......" Vadim's laughter feels like a poisonous snake spitting out letters around your neck Chinese, "which of you doesn't have Chinese blood on his hands?

"Sober up, don't dream!" Strange as it sounds, wherever Vadim rushes, the combat effectiveness of the Rakshasa soldiers will exponentially explode, even if the number of volunteers on the opposite side is three or four times that of them, these beasts can hit them with their bodies.

In the end, Vadim's demagogy even affected Andreev's men, and Andreev watched in surprise as Vadim led his troops to break through the enemy line like a blood gourd, and the blood on his body was as if he had been soaked.

Wherever Vadim goes, the combat effectiveness of the Rakshasa soldiers will be improved to varying degrees, and he is like a devil who can sing the war song of death, using the deepest fear of the human soul to squeeze out the combat power of each soldier.

"Hahaha...... Andreev, you have lost! It turns out that your views do not apply to this savage land at all, you are nothing more than a stupid bear in vain, and after all, you are the clown bear of the Moscow circus! You have no idea what the jungle is doing...... Let me motivate your soldiers!"

Andreev's throat was dry, he was now powerless to refute Vadim's remarks, his confidence was shaking, and the morality of the aristocratic soldiers he had adhered to had finally completely collapsed.

"Punish me, God...... This is a land forgotten by God! Brothers, if you want to live, don't think of yourself as human beings, we are a bunch of beasts......"

Man-butcher-Vadim, man-bear Andreev, these are the two tiger generals of the army in the hands of Tiachenko, and the marine battalion they lead is the most elite of all the troops.

The two men went mad, and the two salients pierced the line of the Volunteers as quickly as the two horns of a bison.

Originally, Chu Zhao and Lu Ying were ready to use the advantage of numbers to overwhelm the enemy, but they didn't expect the trapped beast to be so difficult, and the two special combat battalions were like two sharp knives that suddenly broke through the charging line of the volunteers, and then quickly crossed and converged in the rear of the volunteers.

It's like a crab's pincers, attacking in a pincer shape on the left and right, and each time it can bite one or two hundred volunteers, forming an encirclement in a small area.

This demon's pincers, rushing forward and then converging, returning to attack and eat the volunteers in the encirclement, in more than an hour, there were actually four companies of troops were crushed alive by this pincer attack.

The sudden change on the battlefield attracted the attention of all the high-ranking officers, and Xiang Shaolong, who was standing on the commanding heights of the walled wall that had been captured, looked at the two red pliers on the firefighting belt in the distance with great horror.

The slightest flash of fire in the night battle was incomparably dazzling, and the light of each salvo could faintly outline the current position and shape of the troops.

On the dark ground, there are really two bright and dim pincers that are tearing the rhythm of the Volunteers' attack, and now the left flank of the battlefield has torn these two pliers to pieces.

"Damn! How is this commanded? Are they all a bunch of rubbish? Four-to-one forces actually make people fight back several times? idiot ......"

"Lead the horse! I must go and see it myself......" After speaking, Xiang Shaolong flew down from the wall more than six meters high like a nighthawk, and a healthy horse rushed out of the darkness with a whistle, just in time to catch him.