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The two volunteer officers who escorted the captive were proficient in Russian, and they proudly said, "Fadeyev is now being escorted from the north by the northern army, and now your regiment commander's order has also been read, make a decision quickly, we don't have much time to waste......"

"Look around...... the officer of the Volunteers pointed in all directions, and the people saw a black line pressing up from the end.

It was infantry, boundless infantry, pressed up from the northwest, due west, and south, plus the cavalry from the southwest, and the army of volunteers was like a bowl.

Everywhere there was the loud sound of military trumpets, the horses of the herald galloped back and forth in front of the army to control the speed of the army's advance, and the soldiers held their rifles with bayonets in their hands, and rushed into the sky with their blades in their hands.

A jungle of bayonets glittering with cold light, and from time to time there was an exciting roar from the army.

"The last battle! the last battle in the Far East...... Win!

"Victory, victory, victory......"

A thunderous roar fluttered in the military formation of more than 20,000 people, and all the soldiers were red with excitement, including elite Chinese veterans from the south, as well as natives of the Far East.

There are Han Chinese, there are Manchus, there are Mongolians, there are Oroqen, and there are Hezhe people...... All ethnic groups have only one name at the moment, Far Eastern Volunteers!

"Long live the Chinese! The Far East was founded!" The officers and veterans in the military formation led the atmosphere of the army again, and they took the lead in shouting slogans again and again, and then tens of thousands of people followed and shouted wildly.

The sound was overwhelming towards the Russian army, and countless war horses were frightened, and they shrank backwards with a sigh.

Gogol and Fumanov's faces turned white, 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 who were escorting the captives lost their patience, and they raised their hands behind them, and the cavalry in the distance suddenly flashed out of their horses and galloped in front of the formation, and the two standard-bearers each held a large flag in their hands.

Now the Cossacks were all stupid: "Double-headed eagle! Legion flag! My God, our flag is in the hands of Chinese......"

The war horse galloped back and forth in the middle of the battlefield, the two military flags were flat in their hands, the long spear heads drooped slightly, and the hem of the military flags was about to be dragged to the ground.

This is a great insult, the landing of the military flag is a taboo in all armies, and the Chinese are telling you with this kind of behavior, don't be delusional, the Cossack reinforcements have been completely destroyed, and the military flag will never return to heaven after losing it.

Gogol burst into tears, "That's it, that's it, then surrender, I can't watch the boys die senselessly with me...... Surrender yourselves!"

After speaking, he took out the pistol on his waist and stuffed it into his mouth, and the guard next to him rushed up and snatched the pistol away, "You can't die, the commander of the regiment is alive, why do you want to die? The rest of the things are up to the politicians, and they should also be responsible for the failure!"

Fumanov, who has always been short-tempered, suddenly laughed "Hahaha...... That's right, we can't die, I want to see what the final outcome of this war will be, and even if I die, I can't die in confusion! In this battle in the Far East, our soldiers are not wrong, I just want to know who is wrong!"

"Flag down...... Dismount...... Surrender ...... We're hungry, and the prisoners can't eat?"

The two flags finally crushed the last vestiges of pride of these remnants, the envisaged great battle did not break out, and the hungry Cossacks laid down their arms 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 servant monk watched the ceremony, when Gogol and Fumanov handed over their guns and sabers to Wang Huaiyuan, Gogol suddenly hesitated.

It was this hesitation that made the atmosphere at the scene tense suddenly, Gogol pinched the middle of the saber and didn't let go, while Wang Huaiyuan pinched the two sections of the scabbard and pulled it back without pulling it over.

The scene suddenly became awkward, and the surrounding CIA officers turned unkind, and even put their hands on the handle of the revolver.

Sakamoto Ryoma saw that the atmosphere was not right, and hurriedly walked over and smiled, "Hahaha...... Amitabha...... Stop fighting for martial arts, give this knife to the poor monk to collect!" After speaking, he directly pulled out the saber, leaving an empty scabbard to fight for in the hands of the two.

This is very embarrassing, Gogol's face was slightly red, and he quickly let go, Wang Huaiyuan nodded at Sakamoto Ryoma and threw the scabbard over, "If you want a full set, you are all monks, what kind of big knife do you ......?"

Gogol nodded slightly and said apologetically, "I'm very sorry, I lost my temper just now, and I have a question in my heart that I want to ask you......"

"Please!" Wang Huaiyuan was in a very good mood, and he was very willing to give a little kindness to the prisoners.

"It must be your main force that defeats Fajiev in the Amur River, because we know very well the command level of the corps commander and the combat ability of his soldiers, and if you can defeat them, you must be the elite ...... of the Chinese and the Volunteer Army."

"And these days, I am also sensitive to the soldiers guarding Vladivostok, they are all new recruits, and they seem to have new faces every day...... This is completely inconsistent with our previous information, how many soldiers do you have?"

Gogol's question is very acute, although the intelligence work of Tsarist Russia is mediocre, but the general troop data is not wrong.

The Volunteers totaled a little more than 30,000, and the Chinese army did not count the navy, and the marines were at most in their early 20,000s, and they still had to deal with the Russian navy on Amami Oshima, so it was impossible to support too many troops.

The battle on the Amur River in the north was at least 20,000 main forces, so that the 10,000 troops defending Vladivostok would be the top.

However, the fighting of the past few days was not at all this number, and Gogol and Fumanov estimated through the battlefield and found that the defenders of Vladivostok were at least about 25,000......

"Where did you get these extra 15,000 people? Do you Chinese do tricks?"

Wang Huaiyuan was silent, and it took him a full 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 impact on the battle situation......"

"One of them is Lord Wuyin, who directly influenced the mutiny in Heilongjiang......! Hehehe, guess?"

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