Minutes and seconds passed, half past one in the morning, two in the morning, three in the morning, and half past three in the morning...... On the Aleut, Tiachenko and Ettolin watched as the line of fire advanced south from four kilometers, and now it had advanced to eight kilometers. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Buildings were blown up and set on fire, and the roar of the Volunteers grew more and more intense, beating against the remnants of the defenders like a tidal wave on a full moon.

The adjutant had already told the two generals about the information that the Chinese had put in brand new weapons, and for the battle-hardened veterans, the principle of this oriental hand cannon could be understood with a slight turn of the brain.

"Why didn't I think of it? It's very simple! And it doesn't require a lot of special materials, and we can make a batch of ...... with the reserves we want to plug."

Tiyachenko blamed himself and was annoyed, the hand cannon in the soldiers' mouths was actually an enlarged version of the smoothbore gun, and it was the most primitive kind of iron sand, not seeking high accuracy and long range, only short-range surface killing, isn't this the best weapon when hand-to-hand combat?

But when you think of it and don't think that sometimes there is a layer of window paper, just like human beings invented the horseshoe, to order an iron bar for the horse's hooves, in the eyes of the people who understand this technology, isn't it a very simple thing?

However, in the minds of unknown nations, this kind of innovative thinking cannot be born on its own, including the saddle and other seemingly small technological improvements, which are not innovations at all, but 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, people think of you and you don't think of it, and the results speak for themselves.

After this battle, Xiao Lotian was recognized as the founder of the shotgun in the history of human weapons, no matter how many types of shotguns extended in later generations, the ancestor of the mountain will always be Xiao Letian.

The Volunteers armed with shotguns were basically invincible at ten meters, and the enemy could not break through the fire network of shotguns at this distance, and the longer distance was covered by Mauser rifles, and the advantage of being outnumbered was finally highlighted.

The Russian soldiers who could not be charged could only shoot at each other and then retreated, the stubborn strongholds were either burned or blown up, and the whole Vladivostok was red, looking like purgatory from a distance.

Knowing that the defeat was decided, Tiachenko smiled miserably and took out a silver flask from his pocket, and smiled at Ettolin, "There is only one sip of wine, I won't let you ......" After saying that, he tilted his head and poured a pot of vodka into his throat, and the spicy taste burned down his throat.

As soon as Ettolin saw that the commander-in-chief took out the beloved family heirloom pistol and stuffed it into his mouth, he was frightened and hurriedly snatched it up, "No! It's not the last moment, we haven't seen reinforcements yet, how can we give up easily!"

"It's too late! Vladivostok is already hopeless, and this fortress will fall before dawn, and when the time comes Chinese it will be possible to set up a defensive line on the Amur River......

"They have time, as long as the ice of the Amur River breaks, then the cavalry regiments that lack supplies can only be held back in the north...... What do they do to cross the river? Do they float over with logs? How can they build ships without craftsmen in their hands!"

"These Chinese are a group of moles, they are born to love civil engineering, such cold weather, can dig so many trenches on the frozen soil, you say that after spring, summer and autumn, what kind of defense line will these Chinese build on the south bank of the Amur River?"

"It's too late, we're running out of time...... "I was hoping that our warriors would have delayed a little longer, or simply inflicted more damage, so that we still have hope...... But it's all shattered, everything is shattered!"

Of course, Aitolin knew this, and since the Volunteers were equipped with new weapons, their casualty rate in street battles had dropped dramatically, while the Russian defenders had suffered heavy casualties.

"I know, I know it all...... But there is still hope, we still have hope! This time the cavalry regiment from Central Asia led the team by Fadjiev, and I once had a relationship with him, he was a very good cavalry commander in the empire, how could he not think of what we could think of?"

"There is still hope! Until the last moment, we must not give up hope...... I believe that this war is not over yet, it is not over at all......

Tiyachenko's pistol was taken away, poison was swept out of his pocket, and even the meat cutting tool knife he had with him was confiscated.

He smiled bitterly and said, "Do you know how difficult it is for a man to summon up the courage to commit suicide? You organize me like this, I am afraid that when the time comes, I will not have the courage to pull the trigger!"

Aitolin shook his head, "If the time really comes, I will order all the warships of the Navy to rush out of the bay and rush out of the gap where there are no mines......"

"Then it's up to God to bless us! Maybe one or two of our dozen or so ships will escape, maybe we'll all sink here, who knows...... But that's more honorable than suicide!"

The two supreme commanders of the army and navy finally made a decision, the battle was now a matter of time, no one had the power to return to heaven, two-thirds of the city had fallen, all the large fortifications had been bombarded by naval guns from the sea, and the defeat of the Russian army in Vladivostok was decided.

At a quarter past four o'clock in the morning, the human butcher Vadim stumbled south with a squad of soldiers, and fled back to the fortifications of their battalion headquarters, and only after breaking open the gate of the headquarters did the two Russian female soldiers who stayed inside find that half of Vadim's body was soaked in blood.

The two female soldiers were the medic of the Vadim battalion, but at the same time they were his confiners, and in the bitter cold Far East there were no bustling big cities, and the long winters could not survive without spirits and women.

Therefore, there will always be some women who follow the army, nominally civilian officials or military doctors and nurses, but in fact they are military prostitutes. As a high-ranking officer, Vadim can of course enjoy the women of his own people, while ordinary soldiers can only rely on the women of the indigenous peoples of the Far East to vent their loneliness.

There were as many as six or seven hundred ethnic minority women who were taken captive in Vladivostok.

"Oh, dear Vadim, what's wrong with you......" The two women rushed over and bandaged Vadim, but they found that the left half of Vadim's body was covered with tiny holes from his shoulders to his waist, and each hole was oozing blood.

"Don't bandage it...... It's a new weapon Chinese...... Damn, we have countless warriors who have died on that insidious weapon, and I am not reconciled......"