Vadim is known as the slaughter of the Far East. This madman is extremely bloody and brutal. The conscience of human beings seems to have nothing to do with him. This war was precisely because of his spare time for terrifying news that the Russian army in the middle of the night was a crazy counterattack.

In fact, many people don’t know that what Tyachchenko has always said about using a large number of casualties to kill the disabled Volunteers, using Vladivostok’s small defeat to exchange for the Central Asian reinforcements’ victory, and losing a battle to win a war. This overall combat idea is actually Vadim’s suggestion.

For the battle today, Vadim made preparations for the whole winter. He led his troops to attack everywhere to massacre the remnants of the Qing Dynasty and the indigenous peoples of the ethnic minorities, snatched away their food and wealth, insulted their women, and then slaughtered the entire village.

Then he used his body as military rations, causing every soldier to bear the sin of his unwillingness to forgive him from the bottom of his heart.

Wadim is a commander who is good at using fear. What he is best at is not only forcing the enemy to go desperate, but also forcing his own people to have no way out.

Everyone has the blood of the Chinese in their hands, and everyone carries the wronged souls of the indigenous people. So what choice do you have besides fighting to the death and dying with the Volunteers?

No more, because everyone is guilty, no one will be lucky. The Volunteer Army will not want to capture prisoners. They will massacre the city and kill everyone.

The subsequent performance of the Fuso warrior indeed proved Vadim's judgment, and his morale in despair really rose.

The plan was so good. He forced his own people into desperate and crazy beasts, and then fought with the volunteers with the idea of ​​dying together, without seeking final victory, but only seeking a large number of casualties.

In the end, the most favorable conditions were created for the reinforcements in Central Asia. In the final analysis, all the more than 10,000 Tsarist Russian soldiers were sacrificed, and their sacrifices were exchanged for the final victory of 50,000 Central Asian Cavalry Regiment.

Of course, the last ones who died in the war will always be officers. Cunning elements like Vadim will always have a way to protect their lives. In his wishful thinking, more than 10,000 soldiers can die, while he himself hid on a warship or in a bunker he secretly built, thus arriving at the arrival of reinforcements.

Even Tyachenko didn't know that in the fortifications of the Vadim camp, he and his hard-core subordinates had secretly dug up a hidden hiding place, which contained a lot of food, fresh water and weapons. Once the battle situation was irreversible, he would retreat here.

He took his woman and the direct officer to avoid the search of the Volunteers. How long did he stay here? Maybe it was three days, maybe a week, anyway, they prepared half a month of food and water.

If reinforcements from Central Asia have not arrived half a month later, then Vadim can only pray for God's blessing.

What a perfect plan. Many times, Vadim could wake up laughing in his dreams. More than 13,000 defenders in Vladivostok were killed in battle. Tiychenko died, Etolin died, Andrev died, and only he survived the enemy's search.

After Central Asian reinforcements rescued him, he became the hero of Vladivostok and the last survivor of more than 10,000 defenders. His Majesty the Tsar had to praise him as a national hero even in order to inspire military morale.

Routine! This is the deep routine! Who says that the fighting nation is not proficient in power and conspiracy? Among them are cunning foxes.

Unfortunately, things went against their wishes. Man's calculations were not as good as God's calculations. The smart Vadim calculated all the dangers he could encounter, such as Mauser's rifle, which could hide behind the guard company, such as hand-to-hand combat, which could gather the most powerful warriors in the battalion to follow him.

And on the battlefield, he is definitely the one who is behind the scenes that will boost morale and never rush upwards, and he will not even rush into the range of the enemy's grenade throwing.

Of course, other people's lives can be sacrificed, but your own lives must be preserved.

But after all, he couldn't calculate the new Chinese weapons. When he led a company of troops to supervise the battle in front, twenty soldiers of the volunteers suddenly surrounded them from the left and right.

Vadim was careless. In his mind, would the more than one hundred most elite Tsarist warriors not be able to defeat twenty inexperienced recruits? The answer is of course no, so Vadim did not retreat, but instead pressed forward to the front line and wanted to kill several enemies with his own hands.

Unexpectedly, these twenty brave soldiers were equipped with four shotguns, and these Eastern hand cannons were fired in turn, and the soldiers who rushed up were all swept down without even resisting the encounter.

Vadim screamed in horror and turned his head to escape, but it was too late to have a bunch of iron sand, and the dark clouds of iron nails flew over and directly sieve the left half of his body.

The loyal direct descendant protected Vadim with his body, fled back with him, heading south and finally returned to his hiding place.

"Give me wine...give me opium!" Vadim's forehead was full of sweat. His beloved woman was using tweezers to clamp iron filings and nails from his wound. He was trembling so much that he didn't move.

The high vodka is treasured by Vadim. He was not willing to drink it no matter how cold the winter nights were, but today he really didn't care about it. He needed strong anesthetics.

Taking cooked opium in small amounts has a strong analgesic effect, but it is undoubtedly true that it cannot be overdose. Vadim carefully scraped a little from the horse's hoof soil and soaked it in the spirits. After the color gradually darkens, he raised his head and took a cup.

"Ah..." Vadim let out a painful wail in his throat, but the expression on his face relaxed a lot after three minutes.

"How is our bunker? Are the supplies okay?" Vadim turned his head and asked his adjutant. At this time, there were only more than forty people left in Vadim's guard company. They were loyal to the battalion headquarters, and they were unmoved by the shouts of killing outside.

The adjutant led his men to move the cabinet in the corner of the wall, lifted the carpet across the ground, revealing an entrance for only one person to enter and exit. He opened the iron door, and then a warm and faint yellow light shone inside.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying little boy came out from underneath, "Oh, Petro...my child!" Vadim waved, and the five-year-old boy jumped and rushed towards Vadim "Father!"

I'm afraid all senior CIA spies would never have imagined that a son was hidden in Vladivostok. This was a completely unexpected news.

Vadim held Petro and burst into tears, "Child, everything is almost over. I believe that the most difficult moment of my life is about to pass..."

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Chapter completed!