"Where is the assembly site of the First Division? Where is the assembly site of the First Division and the Second Division, the First Division, the First Division, the First Division, the First Division, the First Battalion... Look, military flag, I find the military flag and gather immediately..."

"Where is the Fourth Battalion here? Fuck the military flag! Let the brothers see..."

"The supplies are distributed, each person has five minutes to eat... Don't be picky, give you a handful of brown sugar and you can eat it!"

"Hurry up... Two brothers come to the second company to carry ammunition and first aid kit..."

While the eastern front was stable, outside the northernmost village wall in Vladivostok city, which was in the Shura Hell where four divisions had taken turns to attack, the chaotic volunteers were returning.

Military flags were erected one after another, and the soldiers were looking for their own team. Only by returning to the most familiar team could they burst out with the most powerful combat power.

The assembly call was sounded over and over again. The battle had ended in Vladivostok's urban area at this moment, and sporadic resistance had disappeared. Some naval soldiers handed over the city defense mission, and the volunteers, like sea water, began to rush out of the city.

Returning to the establishment is the only slogan shouted by all officers. Finding your own troops is the only goal in the eyes of all soldiers!

After a whole night of bloody battle, everyone was exhausted, but no one dared to rest. The main force of the Cossack cavalry was coming. Whether the fruit of victory could be saved depends on the trembling now.

There were shaking military flags everywhere in the field. The officers of all their identities were almost broken. The iron horn was increasing the volume at the mouth, and everyone was calling out to the broken comrades.

"Hurry, hurry up... The Third Company has gathered 70 people! Is the battalion commander considered the completion of the construction? Do you still have to wait?"

"What? You three have gathered seventy people in the third company? I only have 30% of the battle loss ratio. You are making a lot of money! I'm still waiting for nothing. Get the military rations to everyone... You have completed your return!"

The company commander raised his arms and waved his arms, "Go away! Hurry up and carry military rations! After eating, we will continue to fight. We are lucky third company, and our combat losses are the lowest..."

A group of people rushed into the open space where the military supplies were hoarded. At this time, it was completely messed up. During the war, no one implemented all the material management systems, and everyone was moving them desperately as they needed.

Rows of bullets filled the armed belt and the pockets in the military uniform, and grenades hung around the neck, just like the big Buddhist beads worn by Sha Seng.

The canned American beef in boxes is carried back on the shoulders. In the past, the brown sugar and chocolate that had to be written in advance before they could be distributed. Whoever grabbed it would be who would belong to it.

There are even cases in the warehouse area where friendly troops quarreled and fought for rum. Many military rules were abolished in the chaos. As long as you were fighting for war rather than being a deserter, even if you steal some supplies in the warehouse, no one would care about you.

Slap... The military police fired a firearm, "Stop it! Mom, you're lucky if you grab it. If you don't grab it, go to another warehouse to find it. Who dares to fight in the internal strife and shoot it directly..."

The gunfire dispersed the fighters, and at the same time another field warehouse opened the door.

The troops who were returning to the country seized the last time to start eating breakfast, bandage the wounds, and replenish the ammunition. The bayonet opened the can of tin slurry and carried the beef with a cold white cream into their mouths with a knife.

The big canned Ryukyu fruits are tilted down and the handfuls of Ryukyu rock candy are stuffed into their mouths and chewed them.

The high rum was scattered on the wound, and the stimulating soldier grinned, and then took advantage of the squad leader's defense and snatched it up and drank half a bottle.

It was a mess, shouting, scolding, eating, and howling after death... But the whole work of revelation and construction was constantly chaotic, and more and more soldiers were familiar with each other under the army.

"Report to the division commander! The Third Battalion under the First Regiment has been built and the supplies are sufficient... Please instruct!"

"Look west right away! Your camp brings twenty rolls of wire mesh! Try your best to use every means to set up the blocking rope as fast as possible!"

"Yes! Sir..." The battalion commander turned his head and ran away. As the roar sounded, the black soldiers on the position began to march towards the west. There were still many soldiers on the road eating cold steamed buns, and they were choking!

The troops began to move, and the earth began to shake due to the trampling of tens of thousands of soldiers.

Not only these combat soldiers were fighting desperately, but those non-combat teams such as engineers and civilians were also anxious. There was a team of engineers in the Volunteer Army of 3,000 people. Although they were very amateur, they also belonged to the unit.

Half took the supplies and drove the carriage to the western front to strengthen the position, while the other half began to repair the external village walls of Vladivostok just in case.

There are still six or seven thousand civilians who have not slept since yesterday. They are watching the cruel war in the northern highlands, and are worried about the changes in the situation.

This is also the time for them to work. All the arms and supplies from the northern material supply warehouse must be transported to Vladivostok. Once the enemy cavalry is large enough, they will definitely launch an attack on it.

Ox carts, horse carts, rickshaws and even dog sleds were used, explosives, bullets, shells, food, medical supplies, etc., all of them were transported to the city, and the long heads and tails were connected like a long dragon.

There are some undestroyed houses in Vladivostok. When they knocked open the wooden door, they were all requisitioned to become temporary warehouses. The villagers were all sweating profusely.

"His third uncle! The horse shed here is already full... Do you have any place?"

"Yes! There is a bunker here, which is empty inside. Unload the whole box of canned and compressed biscuits here..."

"Okay, set up!" The carriage creaked and soon arrived in a dilapidated bunker.

When they kicked open the iron door, there were messy papers and various pieces of stuff everywhere. A few broken cabinets were placed in the corner of the wall. The civilians didn't know what was useful or not, and they couldn't read it. They just saw that it was spacious and not open, and the heavy military ration boxes were just right here.

Next to the corner of the wall, wooden boxes were stacked tightly together, and soon they reached the roof, then retreated little by little until all the space was filled.

"Okay, let's find the next house! Everyone is working hard. The general said, we have performed well. Let's go back to organize the militia team and choose us the first one!"

"Really! Work hard, absolutely work hard!" The crowd suddenly cheered.

The iron gate was closed, and no one knew that there was actually a hiding hole under the bunker. The man Tuwadimu was hidden inside. It was broken now. The entrance and exit were blocked by military rations, with a total weight of at least ten tons.

The ending of Vadim is already destined!

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Chapter completed!