Not knowing how long he had to wait, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt a little hungry after smoking a cigarette. He sat cross-legged on the ground and took out all kinds of food from his bag. New Era food was rich. There were all kinds of small canned food, biscuits, jam, cheese, ketchup, chili sauce, solid fruit drinks, self-heating devices, and even alcohol blocks with gunpowder and a small stove. There were even tea and coffee. It was extremely luxurious.
In front of the two dumbfounded guards, Zhang Xiaoqiang lit the stove to boil water. He opened the various ingredients and heated them one after another. The biscuits were covered with jam and cheese. Military food had a sequential process. He didn't know how these things were done, so he messed around. When the water boiled, he threw the tea leaves into the cup and put the slightly soft fish on top to heat.
When everything was ready, the corridor outside the core area was filled with all kinds of strange fragrances. The soldiers who still had the desire to resist the cigarette no longer had the calmness and calmness they had before. They swallowed hard and looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang with longing. In the far corner, small black heads looked over curiously. The smell of food attracted the nearby children.
The New Era rations were not to Zhang Xiaoqiang's taste. After eating half of it, he didn't want to eat anymore. He put it aside and picked up the teacup to slowly taste it. From time to time, he let out a satisfied sigh, which made the veins on the foreheads of the two guards bulge.
Before the leisurely time was over, the sniper and an officer walked out. When they saw Zhang Xiaoqiang sitting cross-legged on the ground with his picnic, they were so shocked that their eyeballs almost fell out.
"I'm Kuzuotuv, the adjutant of General Wilichko of the Far East Border Guards. My rank is captain. How should I address you?"
The major spoke fluent Chinese. At least Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't hear anything wrong. His Chinese had a northeast accent. Seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang's curiosity, Kuzuotuv nodded and said, "My grandmother is Chinese and my mother is also of Chinese descent. I have more Chinese blood in me than Russian. You can call me by my Chinese name, Xue Jianshan …"
Zhang Xiaoqiang got up from the ground and looked at Xue Jianshan. He didn't expect that Russia would let a guy with a Chinese background become the adjutant of the chief commander of the army. Xue Jianshan calmly accepted Zhang Xiaoqiang's gaze and evaluated all the information Zhang Xiaoqiang had shown.
"You can call me Zhang Xiaoqiang. I'm not a soldier, and I don't have any country or government background. I only represent myself …"
Zhang Xiaoqiang formally introduced himself. Xue Jianshan expressed that he understood. He didn't show any affection or curiosity towards this Chinese man who fell from the sky. Instead, he asked Zhang Xiaoqiang's purpose for coming according to the rules.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't answer. He suddenly thought that this military base was operating well, and there might be a possibility of cooperation. However, he had to meet the highest officer here first.
"My intention of coming here will not cause any harm to your existing interests. To be precise, I came to Vladivostok because of an accident. If there are no accidents, I will be the one to recover Vladivostok in the future. Please remember this. In addition, I need to meet with your commander. You can tell him that the emissary from the largest force in China is willing to discuss the direction of future cooperation with him …"
Walking into the command room that wasn't luxurious, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a general in his thirties reading documents with his head lowered. The general had brown hair with curls. His neat hair was neatly trimmed and had a healthy oily sheen. When he looked up, there was a hint of surprise behind the round-rimmed glasses.
"You are the Chinese man who flew in the sky yesterday?"
This general also knew the Chinese language, which gave Zhang Xiaoqiang a preconceived good impression of him. A foreign general knew the Chinese language, which was enough to show the importance they attached to China.
"It's me. Unfortunately, when I was flying over the strait, I was shot down by the New Era equipment on the opposite side. I don't know what you think of New Era occupying your land?"
Don't mention the power umbrella to Zhang Xiaoqiang. The moment he mentioned it, he remembered how he had been shot down. He hated New Era to the bone, but the troops in the hands of Wilickko in front of him had the capital to become his ally.
Hearing Zhang Xiaoqiang's story, Wilickko laughed involuntarily. He stood up and invited Zhang Xiaoqiang to sit on the chair opposite him. The chair was an old-fashioned solid wood chair, sturdy, wide, and absolutely uncomfortable. After Zhang Xiaoqiang sat down, he subconsciously took out a cigarette and offered it to Wilickko. Wilickko politely refused the cigarette and took out a document from under the desk. He looked at the document and said, "New Era has been in contact with us. They hope that we can join them. They will retain my position in the army and are willing to provide us with supplies and ammunition …"
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart slightly jumped. His right hand touched the Rat King Blade on his waist. Wilickko noticed Zhang Xiaoqiang's small movements, but he did not react. He continued, "The survivors outside call us the government army. In fact, we have nothing to do with the government. You can see us as an independent organization, an organization for survival and continuation. We will not have country, race, religion, or ideology. We only have one thought, and that is to survive …"
Hearing Wilickko's words, Zhang Xiaoqiang's body stiffened. This Wilickko was really impressive. With just a few words, he clearly explained the development direction of his and his men's forces.
"New Era can provide supplies and equipment. Originally, we were ready to agree. As long as they send the first batch of supplies, we will become New Era's 13th Corps in Asia. However, they have not come yet. It seems that their 7th Corps was destroyed near the peninsula. No one told me the specific situation. I don't know how Your Excellency can be sure that the person who shot you down was New Era?"
Hearing Wilickko's honest words, Zhang Xiaoqiang was relieved. Wilickko was telling him that they would not fight for sovereignty or country. They would only fight for benefits.
"I can't be sure …"
Zhang Xiaoqiang's straightforwardness surprised Wilickko. Then Zhang Xiaoqiang said,
"However, I know who killed the 7th Corps …"
Zhang Xiaoqiang's words did not surprise Wilickko. He relaxed and leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, touched his chin, and asked casually, "Oh?
Can you tell me? "
"You have a bandit organization here. You should know the leader of the bandit organization, right?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang asked tentatively. He did not expect that as soon as he said this, Wilickko's expression immediately changed. He was no longer as casual as before. He sat up straight and stared at Zhang Xiaoqiang sternly. He asked word by word, "You mean that monster?
The monster that killed two of my soldiers? "
Zhang Xiaoqiang did not know about the hostile relationship between Wan Qiang and the military. Seeing Wilickko's expression, he guessed that Wan Qiang had caused trouble for these people. It seemed that Wan Qiang was quite popular here.
"No … that's impossible. The commander of the 7th Corps contacted me before. This time, they came with more than a thousand people, and they are all well-equipped. They were originally prepared to attack the Pacific Naval Supply Base. They are prepared to fight hundreds of thousands of demons. It's impossible for that monster to destroy the 7th Corps …"
Wilickko's words made Zhang Xiaoqiang understand the purpose of the 7th Corps. Although the Pacific Naval Supply Base was not as strong as before, it was the only tentacle of Russia that extended to the Pacific Ocean. At the same time, it was also the sea wall that guaranteed the safety of the towns near Vladivostok. Its importance was self-evident.
The reason why New Era spent so much effort to recover Vladivostok was definitely not for vodka. Vladivostok was the forward base to Siberia. It was also Russia's largest arsenal, missile base, satellite signal relay center, and all kinds of radar and equipment in the Far East. Once they got it, they would be able to completely control an area with a radius of more than a thousand kilometers.
Thinking of New Era's global strategic layout, Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little restless. New Era had only revealed the tip of the iceberg. What made him most uneasy was what Wilickko had said before. Asia's 13th Corps, which meant that New Era had 12 Corps in Asia. Based on the calculation of 2,000 people in each Corps, New Era had at least 30,000 troops in various parts of Asia. Including logistics personnel and supplementary troops, there were at least 60,000. On the basis of these 60,000 people, there were hundreds of thousands of people. Otherwise, it was impossible to have so many troops.
New Era had mastered long-distance delivery methods. Helicopters, airships, and other means of transportation allowed them to ignore the biggest difficulty of transportation in the apocalypse. In other words, Zhang Xiaoqiang's troops were always in the enemy's long-range attack range. His previous self-comfort had now become Zhang Xiaoqiang's entanglement.
What made him even more entangled was the word 'Asia'. It meant that there were Europe, America, Africa, Oceania, Australia, and so on. If that was the case, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know if becoming enemies with New Era meant becoming enemies with the whole world.