At about two o'clock in the morning, the raid began, and Evgeny led his men to Vasalai's side.

Ever since he knew that Vasalai was a colonel, no one dared to provoke him, but he was still curious as to why there were only a few small soldiers around a colonel-level officer.

Evgeny took out a map from his waist that drew the interior of the port, if it was correct, the structure of the port they were going to attack.

He stared at Vasa with both eyes, took a deep breath to suppress his anger, and said calmly:

"There is a barracks in the northern part of the port, and it is estimated that there are four or five hundred people in it, most of them lack food and clothing, and one person can shoot five or six shots at most.

I hope you'll burn down the barracks and throw the enemy into chaos, as well as serve as a signal to call in.

Your actions are crucial, and we will only attack after receiving your signal, so I hope you will definitely take it down, thank you. ”

Surprised at why he had become so polite, Vasalai agreed with some pity, and then walked away without looking back.

Although his men suspected that Evgeny was asking them to die first, Vasalai did not think so, the revolutionary forces were extremely poor in combat, and without their help, Evgeny's operation would not have succeeded?

Moreover, if he died, the enraged Kuster would have razed the whole of Tsaritsyn to the ground, even though Yevgeny did not know that he was Kuster's son.

Vasalai ignored the scruples of his subordinates, packed up his equipment and took them away.

They first walked outside the port to observe the situation, and when they saw that the entrance and exit were unguarded, they cautiously touched it.

After climbing for a while, I found that there was not even a street lamp lit inside, and no one was guarding it.

Vasalai was bold and ran wildly with his subordinates, and soon ran to the checkpoint.

Seeing that the distance was not far, several people hurriedly retracted their strength to avoid hitting the railing, and squatted on a grass outside.

Thanks to their gray and black clothes, they lurk in the shadows and are almost undetectable. As for the hurried footsteps, the Russians probably fell asleep and did not hear them, they did not react at all.

Feeling as if something was blocking in the darkness in front of them, Vasa looked up and saw two watchtowers erected in front of them.

He made a gesture, and a group of people followed him, guns raised.

He took a man with him and cautiously climbed the stairs.

However, no matter how slight the force was, the sound of the collision between the leather boots and the iron plate did not abate, and he was extremely nervous with every step he took against the harsh sound of the friction of iron needles.

In the end, there were only five steps left, enough to see the situation from below, but Vasalai did not see a single figure.

Vasa stepped up the steps more cautiously, holding his gun to the corner where someone might appear.

He poked his head out and looked back and forth, and saw a dark figure lying on the floor behind him.

He was startled, but fortunately he didn't make a sound, and after recovering his senses, he hurriedly aimed the gun at him, and his teammates under him also reacted, and the two of them were on guard together.

After waiting for nearly ten seconds, seeing that the black shadow still did not react, he touched his teammates below with his hand.

The teammates below understood and hurried up the stairs, holding their guns and pointing at the black shadow.

The shadow still didn't move, and his teammates pulled out their daggers from their waists and slowly approached it.

A teammate lunged through with an arrow, pointing the dagger in his hand to his throat.

In an instant, a large amount of crimson blood gushed out from the neck of the black shadow, like a rose blooming in the darkness, floating into the endless darkness, giving the world some life at last.

His teammates just wanted to withdraw the dagger, but suddenly they felt something grab them, and they couldn't break free when they wanted to break free.

Looking back, a Russian stared at him with a hideous face, the blood on his neck was obviously flowing all over the ground, normal people were already dead, but he still had so much strength to hold him, and he couldn't push him out after several struggles.

Vasa was also shocked when he saw it, and he didn't react for a while.

After hearing his teammates' cries for help, he hurriedly pulled out his saber and slashed at the Russians in a different position to avoid accidental injury.

With a single slash, the man's skull was swept off, and the gray brain splattered out and spilled onto Vasara's collar.

But he was still stuck in the shock just now, and he couldn't calm down for a long time, not noticing these filthy things.

It wasn't until he was cautiously reminded by his teammates beside him that Vasalai reacted and hurriedly walked down with him.

For the other outpost, with the shadow previously inflicted, Vasa ordered only two men to be left on guard, and three men to go up and act just in case.

With the experience of the previous time, everyone became more cautious this time, and it took almost four minutes to climb the tower, which was less than ten meters.

However, after some hardship, a few people found out that there was no one guarding the tower, which was a waste of effort.

But Vasalai was not angry, after all, there was nothing wrong with being cautious.

Looking at my watch, it was already half past two, and it had to be faster, otherwise the revolutionary team might not be able to wait.

After walking down, they led a few people all the way, during which they did not see anyone, and the whole port seemed empty.

Only a few Germanic people walking the streets knew that a fierce battle was about to break out in this port, a battle with a clear ideology!

Soon, they walked outside the barracks.

Vasa ordered his men to look around, bring everything that could be burned, and tell him everything that was worth reporting.

Several people dispersed in an instant, and each went to do their own thing.

Vasa was not idle, he also wandered carefully outside the barracks to see what was there.

Suddenly, a little silver moonlight suddenly reflected on something, and Vasa looked at it as a metal thing.

Vasalai walked closer and looked closely, only to realize that it was a ventilation pipe.

An idea occurred to him, and he turned back.

Vasa dangled in the distance as if nothing had happened, and soon his men arrived, and when everything was ready, he asked them to report the situation.

They quickly took out a bunch of things, gasoline drums and explosives, as well as various combustibles, in front of Vasalai.

Vasalai quickly had the two of them spill gasoline around the barracks tent, one of them closing the gate while the other joined him to close the vents he had discovered.

Five minutes later, everyone had run back to Vassala's side.

Vasa nodded, and then asked for the explosives to be planted.

Once installed, everyone quickly evacuated to safety, and Vasa waved his hand and a soldier pressed the push rod in his hand.

A loud bang knocked the entire barracks tent into the air, and the heat generated by the explosion quickly ignited the surrounding gasoline, and the flames spread rapidly, soon covering the entire barracks.

A terrible scream resounded through the sky, and almost at the same time, another roar was heard in the distance, followed by fierce gunfire.

Vasalai had already determined that there would be no one alive in the barracks, and he walked out of the barracks with all his men to prepare for the battle for the port!