No one has ever distinguished the authenticity of the order at this moment. Many people know Captain Peter. This identity cannot deceive people. All the shocking news he brought can be seen as long as he carefully distinguishes it.

The two brave officers who escorted the captives were proficient in Russian. They said proudly, "Fajev is now escorting the army from the north. Now you have read the orders of your army commander. Make a decision quickly. We don't have much time to waste..."

"You look around..." The officers of the Volunteer Army pointed their hands in all directions, and people saw a black line pressing up from the end.

It was infantry, boundless and endless infantry, pressing up from the northwest, west and south directions. In addition to the cavalry in the southwest direction, the Volunteer Army rushed over like a bowl.

The loud sound of military horns was everywhere, and the commanded war horses galloped back and forth in front of the army to control the speed of the army's advance. The soldiers held bayonet rifles, held forty-five degrees, and rushed into the sky with a sharp blade.

A bayonet jungle shining with cold light, and exciting roars broke out from time to time in the army.

"The last battle! The last battle in the Far East... will win!

"It will win! It will win..."

A roar like thunder floated in the military formation of more than 20,000 people. All the soldiers were excited and blushed. Among them were elite Chinese veterans from the south, as well as native Far East residents.

There are Han people, Manchus, Mongolians, Oroqen, Hezhe people... All ethnic groups have only one name at this moment, the Far East Volunteers!

"Long live the Chinese nation! The Far East is founded!" The officers and veterans in the military formation led the army again and again. They led the slogans again and again, and then tens of thousands of people shouted wildly.

The sound waves shot at the Tsarist Russian army like a sea of ​​roar. Countless war horses were scared and shrank backwards.

Gogol and Fumanov both turned pale. They knew that there was no room for maneuver at this point, but they still refused to bow their heads due to their face.

The two officers escorting the captives were a little lost their patience. They raised their hands behind them. The cavalry formation in the distance suddenly flashed out and ran wildly in front of the formation. Each of the two flag bearers held a big flag in their hands.

Now the Cossacks were all stunned, "Two-headed eagle! Legion flag! My God, our military flag is in the hands of the Chinese..."

The war horses galloped back and forth in the middle of the battlefield, with the two military flags flat in their hands, the long spear tips drooped slightly, and the hem of the military flag was about to drag to the ground.

This is a great insult. The military flag landed. This is a taboo for all the troops. The Chinese are using this behavior to tell you that you should not have any delusions. The Cossack reinforcements have been wiped out. The military flag will never be defeated and the military flag will be powerless.

Gogol burst into tears, "Forget it, forgot! Since that's the case, then surrender. I can't watch the young men die meaninglessly with me... You surrender!"

After saying that, he took out the pistol from his waist and stuffed it into his mouth. The guard next to him rushed forward and snatched the pistol away. "You can't die. The commander of the legion is alive. Why do you want to die? The rest is the politicians, and they should also be responsible for failure!"

Fumanov, who has always been irritable, suddenly laughed, "Hahaha... That's right, we can't die, I want to see what the final outcome of this war is. Even if I die, I can't die in a confused way! In this battle in the Far East, our soldiers were not wrong, I just need to know who was wrong!"

"Falling the flag...dismounting the horse...snatching the gun...we are hungry, do the prison camp care about food?"

The two military flags finally crushed the last bit of pride of these remnants. The imagined war did not break out. The hungry Cossacks put down their weapons and accepted the reorganization of the Volunteers.

At such a historic moment, the highest military commander on the battlefield would never be absent. Wang Huaiyuan personally presided over the surrender ceremony and the monk Long Shi watched the ceremony. When Gogol and Fumanov handed over their guns and sabers to Wang Huaiyuan, Gogol suddenly hesitated for a moment.

It was this hesitation that made the atmosphere at the scene suddenly tense. Gogol's middle part of the sword was not let go, while Wang Huaiyuan's two parts of the scabbard were pulled back and did not pull over.

The scene suddenly became awkward, and the CIA officials around him became unkind and even placed their hands on the handle of the revolver.

When Ryuma Sakamoto saw that the atmosphere was not right, he hurried over and laughed, "Hahaha... Amitabha... Just be a martial artist, leave this knife to me to collect!" After saying that, he pulled it away and pulled it away, leaving an empty scabbard to fight for it in the hands of the two.

This was very embarrassing. Gogoli's face turned slightly red and quickly let go. Wang Huaiyuan nodded to Sakamoto Ryuma and threw the scabbard over. "If you want it, you need a full set. If you have become a monk, why are you still using a big knife..."

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

"Please tell me!" Wang Huaiyuan was in a very good mood. He was willing to give the prisoner a little kindness.

"The one who defeated Fajjev in the Amur River must be your main force, because we are very clear about the command level of the Legion Commander and the combat capabilities of his soldiers. If you can defeat them, you must be the elite among the Chinese and volunteers..."

"And these days, I have also sensitively noticed that the soldiers guarding Vladivostok 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 problem is very sharp. Although Tsarist Russia's intelligence work is average, the general military data is still not wrong.

The Volunteer Army had a total of more than 30,000. The Chinese army did not count the navy, but the Marine Corps had at most over 20,000. They had to deal with the Tsarist Russian navy on Amami Oshima, so it was impossible to support too many troops.

The battle on the Amur River to the north is at least 20,000 main forces, and in this way, the troops guarding Vladivostok will be at the forefront.

However, the battles in the past few days are not the same number at all. Gogol and Fumanov estimated through the battlefield and found that the defenders in Vladivostok were at least about 25,000...

"Where did you get the extra five thousand people? Will you Chinese make magic tricks?"

Wang Huaiyuan was silent. It took him ten minutes to speak, "I can't tell you some information, but I can reveal a little bit. In this Far East battle, two women have a great impact on the situation..."

"One of them is Lord Mu Yin, who directly influenced the mutiny in Heilongjiang! And the other...hehehe, guess?"
Chapter completed!