After seeing Andrev off, Vadim looked lonely, "He seems to be the last friend of my life... From now on, I will never have any friends..."

Loneliness was only a moment, and he shook his head fiercely, "Damn friendship is useless at all. Living is the first priority. Well, let's go to the bunker. From now on until the supplies are exhausted, we will not come out!"

"The performance power on the stage should be given to others..." Vadim brought the last forty direct descendants into the bunker. There were two seriously injured soldiers outside, helping them cover the carpet, push the cabinet and then make some disguise. The two took out the battalion headquarters while the night was dark.

The dawn here was quiet, with gunfire outside, while Vadim's battalion became a quiet place like a tomb.

In the bunker, Peterlu looked at his father and asked in a low voice, "Will we succeed?"

Vadim did not answer, and he didn't know how to answer. In fact, this strategy was just a bet on life. He had just ended the war of the Volunteer Army and had no time to clean up the battlefield. He bet on the reinforcements from Central Asia that could quickly arrive in Vladivostok under the command of Fajev.

In fact, even if the main force cannot come, it is good to have a vanguard. As long as Xiao Letian and the others know that the Central Asian cavalry regiment is coming, their attention will be diverted and they will not be so careful about cleaning the battlefield in Vladivostok.

Thinking about it this way, it is very likely that everyone will live until the moment reinforcements arrive.

"Don't worry, kid, God will bless us! I firmly believe...we will never be exposed!"

In the cold night wind, Andrev and his guards staggered through the streets. They had already broken up with their subordinates. Andrev had no idea where his soldiers were, nor what they should do next.

The road to the Alerute had been divided by the Volunteers. He originally wanted to find the commander-in-chief to meet. What made him even more sad and angry was that one group of Tsarist Russian soldiers were driven to the beach, letting them beg, but the Chinese people on the opposite side were merciless and actually killing prisoners.

Rows of bullets swept by, and soldiers were knocked to the ground like harvesting wheat. The warships in Amur Bay could do nothing except use small-caliber naval guns to fire two guns from time to time.

The Navy did not even dare to release the boat to pick up the retreating brothers.

"It's over! Everything is over! We're sure to lose, the Tsar's Vladivostok is lost... Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w

The guards around were also stunned. Andlev was known as the number one warrior in Vladivostok. In people's minds, he was just an iron statue that would never bow his head.

No one expected that in the end he couldn't hold on. This was the first time the battalion commander cried in front of everyone.

At this moment, a dense footstep suddenly came from the east, and the guards even took up their rifles in shock, but unexpectedly, hundreds of civilians rushed out of the darkness.

Since 1863, civilian immigrants have been here one after another. Although the number is smaller than that of the soldiers, more than 3,000 people have settled here in the past few years.

Tsarist Russia has been operating this city for eight years, and even if the efficiency is slow, it will have some results. Many of these Tsarist Russian civilians who immigrated are farmers who have just been freed from their status as serfs. They are greedy for land in the Far East and don’t have money, and are greedy for the low cost of living here and are coming from thousands of miles away.

But I didn't expect this to be a safe paradise. Although there are no greedy landlords here, there are fierce wars.

When people saw an officer opposite, they all cried. They drew crosses on their chests with their hands, "God bless you, my sir, please save us. We don't know where we should go. Those Chinese will not let us go, they will massacre the city..."

Faced with a group of duck-like farmers, Andlev was helpless. He was just a soldier who could fight. He didn't understand anything else and didn't want to understand. However, these things he didn't understand came to him. Now he is the person with the highest status around him. If he doesn't solve this problem, who will solve it?

In fact, what troubles Andrev the most now is the problem of the collapse of faith. Vadim hid, completely breaking his previous vow to live and die with the soldiers. Look at Tyachenko and Etolin, who hid on the warship and survived, watching the soldiers being massacred but were helpless.

It turns out that the false sense of victory brought by those who conquered cities and defeated inferior nations again and again were just illusions. I thought the great Tsarist Russian army would not fail, but it was so cruel to come to the face of real failure.

There seemed to be something broken in his heart, which was the pride he had stubbornly thought of for a long time, and the arrogant arrogance.

After smashing the old shell, Andrev stomped his feet and said, "Forget it, forgot! No one cares about your life or death, I will take care of it! No one wants to take the blame, I will take it... Let's go south, I will take you to meet the leaders of the Chinese clan!"

Andrev made up his mind, and the other soldiers had no choice but to follow. They ran all the way to the south of the city and to the place closest to the sea. The Chinese flagship Zhiyuan was anchored on the sea.

"Look for a sampan immediately, select ten oldest citizens to board the boat with me, prepare the white flag... I will take you to see Xiao Letian. This damn war cannot be fought again!"

"I used to be a fool idiot. I thought everyone would fight desperately. In the end, I was just a fool... The person who encouraged others to die, but I hid myself. I won't serve you anymore!"

The cold sea water kept rising and falling, and two small sampans pushed away the tiny floating ice on the sea surface and began to move closer to Zhiyuan. Each bow tied a white flag with a white shirt.

Vladivostok behind it is burning. Now three-quarters of the city have been liberated by the Volunteers, and only a small number of soldiers are remaining to resist desperately.

Xiang Shaolong was afraid that his own casualties would be too great, so he did not order a strong attack. Anyway, after dawn, those enemies hiding in the dark would no longer have the protection of the night.

The two small boats on the sea were very conspicuous by the city fire. Soon the Zhiyuan discovered the uninvited guests. Sailors were running on the deck quickly, and Andrev even heard the Chinese shouting.

Soon, the two Gatling machine guns fixed to the side of the ship turned the gun and aimed at the sampan, and waited for the officer's order to start shooting.

"Don't shoot! I am an envoy, I ask to meet the Chinese Prime Minister... I ask for negotiation! I brought the citizens' representatives, and we came to negotiate with sincerity!"

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Chapter completed!