"My plan is very simple. Nibble away at the zombies. Whether it's the south or the north, we can only choose one direction to eliminate the zombies. After we clear the zombies on one side, we will clear the zombies on the other side. Before that, you must ensure that all the troops obey my command, including yourself..."
Zhang Xiaoqiang stood in front of Wilichiko with bright eyes. When Wilichiko heard Zhang Xiaoqiang's blunt words, he frowned slightly. After a while, he nodded heavily and said, "I can listen to your command, as long as you give me this city..."
Zhang Xiaoqiang turned around and walked to the desk. He slammed his fist on the Golden Horn Bay on the desktop map and said to Wilichiko, "I have divided the whole of Vladivostok into four areas.
North, South, East, and the central area. Yesterday, we almost cleared the zombies in the central area. If there are no accidents, there should be at least tens of thousands of zombies in the central area. With more zombies in the central area, the zombies in the other areas will be weaker. We can continue to encircle the zombies in the central area and let the zombies continue to pour in. Finally, we can break through the zombies' defense line and seize the Pacific Naval Base... "
Hearing the Pacific Naval Base, Wilichiko's breathing became heavy. He knew that the naval base was not just a place for warships to dock and maintain. There was also a missile defense base, various underground ammunition depots, and previously sealed weapons warehouses. In the 70s and 80s, the Pacific Naval Base once reached the scale of more than 600 warships. Although these ships were either sold as civilian ships or as scrap metal, the weapon systems on them were dismantled and stored in the warehouse. Once they were activated, they would have many more means of defense.
In addition, there was also an underground parking apron with all kinds of new and old planes. It could be said that with the naval base, their combat power would increase by more than ten times.
"Your Excellency, from now on, I will listen to any of your commands. As long as you can bring victory to the soldiers, they will fulfill your request 100%..."
Wilichiko nodded heavily. Zhang Xiaoqiang's face was indifferent. To him, killing hundreds of thousands of zombies was really not difficult. After getting Wilichiko's approval, he turned his head and looked at the blue sky outside the window. "One week..."
Zhang Xiaoqiang told himself in his heart. One week was the time for him to recover the city and get rid of the zombies. One week was the time for him to clean up Russia Island and fly back to his territory.
"Pavel, where did His Excellency the Conqueror get the equipment?
I saw the way the government soldiers looked at us. They were so jealous. I don't know what to say … "
Korchagin sat in the trench with a stern face. Ancient Slavs were gossiping through the communicator in his helmet. Korchagin did not respond to the gossips of Ancient Slavs. Instead, he focused on maintaining his equipment. Just this morning, Zhang Xiaoqiang brought back a truckload of weapons and equipment with him. All the weapons were distributed to the temporary security team.
The casing of the G36 rifle in Korchagin's hand was rusty, and the P8 pistol at his waist also needed lubrication. Korchagin preferred to spend his time maintaining these sophisticated weapons instead of showing off to Old Slavic.
"Pavel, can you hear me?
Don't tell me it ran out of battery?
I just changed the battery?
Protect … "
Old Slavic's persistent calls finally brought Korchagin back to life.
"Drunkard, can't you be quiet? There's going to be a war soon. Be careful of your guns. You won't even know how you die …"
"Stingy Pavel …"
On the other side of the trench, Old Slavic muttered to himself. He held the rifle in his arms and carefully wiped the dust off the scope. They had spent a day to form a security team, but before they could recover from the excitement of obtaining weapons, they received the news that they were going to the battlefield.
If it was in the city, Old Slavic would not be afraid of going to the battlefield. There was no fun in it, and there was no hope. It would be better to die. But now it was different. He did not have to worry about food and clothing, and the good treatment and status gave him the dignity of a penniless painter before the apocalypse. Before he could recover from the excitement, he was told that he had been selected to join the security team and was going to fight against the zombies. How could he accept this?
The entire front line was the front line that Zhang Xiaoqiang had set out from. There were strong fortifications, and Zhang Xiaoqiang's plan was to defend and exhaust the zombies. They would attract the main force of the zombies from the port and the complex areas of the city, and then use the fortifications and rifles to wear them down. This way, the zombies would be able to continue to move from all over the city, and eventually, the zombies would be completely wiped out.
To achieve this, Wilichko recruited another battalion of new recruits and asked all the reserve soldiers and women to join the logistics. Only ten older women were left in the core area of the rear to take care of more than two hundred children.
In this way, other than the battalion guarding the flank, there were also sentries in the other directions. Wilichko mobilized seven of his eight battalions to prepare for a sniper attack.
The military had spent a lot of money, and Zhang Xiaoqiang was not stingy either. He also sent the newly formed security team. Angor took all the survivors to help with the logistics. All personnel and soldiers were united and working together to reclaim the city.
The trench that Pavel and the others were in was not the first line, but the last line of defense. The hillside was thousands of meters long, and there was a trench every 100 meters. The trenches in front of the trenches, which were deeper and wider than the trenches, protected their lives.
Standing at the top of the hill, Zhang Xiao Qiang looked down at the trenches and trenches with satisfaction. Beside him stood Wilickko's military officers. Wilickko looked down strangely at the trenches and trenches from World War I. They did not expect that Zhang Xiao Qiang's first order would be for everyone to dig trenches. If they relied on manpower to dig these trenches, they really did not know how long it would take to finish. Fortunately, they found a large amount of equipment and materials in the city, allowing six to seven thousand people to finish the work within two days.
"Why are there so few machine guns in your team?"
Zhang Xiao Qiang looked at the soldiers in the trenches who were maintaining their AK74 rifles, and asked Wilichko, who was beside him. The Russian soldiers did not have many machine guns. Every 30 soldiers would have a light machine gun and a heavy machine gun, and they were all 7.62mm. The 12.7mm Cliff Heavy Machine Guns and Curtain Heavy Machine Guns did not even amount to 20. In total, there were less than 3 in a battalion. Other than the heavy machine guns, the other weapons were not too bad. On average, a squad had a 30mm grenade launcher and 2 RPG launchers.
"We belong to the coast defense division, similar to your armed police. We are all second-line troops, so our equipment is very different from the main force. Also, the rain damaged a lot of our armored vehicles. Russia has two army groups and one infantry army in the Far East region. Any one of these army groups is stronger than us …"
There was one more thing that Wilickko did not say. If they had not obtained the undestroyed ammunition, they would not have survived until now. If their encampment was not close to the sea, they would not have survived until now. Everything was due to chance and luck. In the first few months of the apocalypse, he saw the radio signals of the military encampments disappear one by one. He really did not know how they managed to survive until now.
"If there is a chance, will you look for the soldiers and equipment that are scattered outside?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang asked Wilichko curiously. The equipment and material storage site left behind by the Far East region was a huge legacy. When he was in Inner Mongolia, he found some internal information. He knew that when the relationship between the two countries was tense, Russia had deployed tens of thousands of tanks at the border. Now, most of these tanks had disappeared, but he knew that at least 40% of them were left behind to deal with China. Including the land, there were about 4,000 tanks.
"I don't want to think about anything. Russia's revival has nothing to do with me, and Russia's demise has nothing to do with me. Russia is too big, and the population is too small. Most of the areas are barren. If I want to take over, Siberia will be an obstacle that we can't overcome. Moreover, the most prosperous areas are the border areas. If it was not for the trade with you, this place would have become a ghost town, just like the 300 abandoned cities in Siberia …"
Wilichko knew his own weaknesses. He was conservative, cautious, and used to being content with the status quo. He did not have any pioneering spirit. He also knew that in the post-apocalyptic world where the rules had changed, without sufficient information support, any pioneering behavior would have a higher chance of death than profit.
"Oh?
So you are going to stay in Vladivostok for the rest of your life? "
Zhang Xiaoqiang was curious. If that was the case, this Wilichko really had some self-awareness. He wanted to encourage this guy to find survivors from his own country, and at the same time, use the zombies to deplete his strength in preparation for the future.
"Almost, we don't expect much. Being able to eat, live, and watch the sun and moon rise and set is also a kind of happiness. I am 37 years old this year, and I don't want to take any more risks. I just want to have a few children, let them grow up safely, and let them inherit my legacy and expand my family."
Wilichko seemed to be very indifferent. When he first came into contact with New Era, it was to obey them in name, and he was allowed to live in peace in Vladivostok for the rest of his life. However, New Era did not appear, but Zhang Xiaoqiang did.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang was thinking quickly, calculating the future development of the grassland army. His army had always been restricted by the replenishment of weapons and logistics. If he wanted to take over Baotou, he would have to build his own tanks. However, the tanks in the Far East Military were ready-made. Excluding the tanks that had been destroyed by the rain, there were at least a thousand left.
Even if they were destroyed, it did not matter. What was destroyed was only the shell. Today, the internal equipment and components of the tank could be kept in good condition. The most valuable part of a tank was its internal equipment. With these equipment, the smelting plant in Baotou, and the First Machinery Factory, it was not impossible to build his own tank.