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Chapter 36 Grassland Blood and Fire (3)

The Russian army's waves have approached the Chinese army's position in a blink of an eye.

The firepower of the Chinese army suddenly became dense. At a distance of 30 meters, the Chinese platoon leaders gave the order, and the same grenades were thrown over. But what they were looking back at was the same grenade. The grenades of the Russian army were not detonated during the Russo-Japanese War in history, but the pull-up-type Iron 4 case was like the Chinese army. Officials in charge of military supplies fled to Russia and took away a lot of new equipment design information from the country. On this night, the Chinese army finally swallowed the bitter fruit.

The explosion that could not tell the difference in numbers swept down the Russian storm troops, and the same smoke pillars and flashes also appeared in front, back and left and right of the Chinese trenches. Many new recruits from the Chinese army looked at the terrifying scene in a daze, and just shivered with their helmets. The squad leader and veteran rushed over fiercely, with their feet full of ferocious faces.

The Russian army waves were surging here, but at this time, several Chinese light machine guns that had been lurking suddenly fired from the flank of the support point, and the dense side firepower immediately swept down the Russian officers and soldiers. The unexpected Russian assault troops were stunned, and the survivors turned around and ran away. The powerful waves suddenly became dismayed.

Before Cai E could applaud, he found from the scope of the sniper rifle that violent machine guns sounded from the Russian army's position, and some Russian soldiers who fled were swept down in shock. The Russian loudspeaker rang out. Although he didn't know the meaning, he must have warned the front line troops not to retreat without authorization.

The shrilling military horn sounded again, and countless double-headed eagle flags jumped out of the trench, and countless figures swayed. The Russian new force rushed up again, which was shocked by the Chinese firepower for a while. I don’t know whether it was forced by the machine guns of the supervising team or inspired by the joining of the new force, and rushed up again with a forest-like bayonet.

The rain of bullets, the storm of grenades, the barrage of rapid-fire cannons, the waves of humans, the collision of steel and human flesh.

The fierce and tenacity of the Russian army's attack, the meticulous firepower organization and the efficient coordination of infantry and artillery completely overturned Cai E's impression of the Russian army. But at this time, he was no longer interested in considering tactical issues. The defensive position he originally thought was as solid as a decent person, almost shook under the opponent's fierce impact wave.

Cai E’s arrangement was meticulous, but human beings were not machines after all.

Facing the waves that the other party could almost never be repelled, facing these fierce soldiers who were brave and indifferent to death, ordinary Chinese soldiers, especially the supplementary soldiers, were finally exposed. Most Chinese people, after all, gradually lost the tough folk customs of the Han and Tang dynasties in the feudal dynasty's policies of fooling the people and the weak education of the culture of the feudal dynasty for thousands of years. The idea of ​​"good men do not serve as soldiers" was deeply rooted, and the idea of ​​small peasants who like comfort has long been deeply solidified in their blood.

Some new recruits were obviously shocked by the continuous bombardment during the day and bloody battles like hell at night, walking aimlessly in the trenches like sleepwalking; some people held their heads tightly, squatting on the ground, bursting with tears, and they just couldn't get up to fight. Many people even looked around, as if they were already considering the issue of escaping.

Cai E no longer cared about snipers. He carried a sniper rifle on his back and held a pistol to supervise the battle along the trenches. His originally beautiful face was covered with ferociousness. Combined with the smoke of gunpowder, it was as fierce as a hell ghost. He grabbed these new recruits with mental breakdown, put the gun on their heads, and forced them to join the battle again. He used his actual actions to inspire the morale of the troops and shoot at the enemies approaching the position with his own hands.

But the deserter still appeared.

The two soldiers fled backwards along the traffic trench without authorization. The platoon leader fired a gun to warn, but the other party kept pausing.

The machine gun fired.

Some soldiers who looked back were shocked to find that a light machine gun from the third line position behind the main position spewed out a hot rain of bullets, and two deserters fell to the ground all of a sudden.

It's the supervision team.

Jiang Baili once told Cai E about the situation of other front-line troops reporting, and knew that many troops had incidents of supplementary soldiers escaping in the last battle, and in the end they almost relied on the supervision team to stabilize the position.

Cai E originally arranged the supervision team just to be on the verge of precautions, but he didn't expect that the supervision team was forced to open fire in the first round of main attack.

On the machine gun position of the supervising team, Lu Zixiong was holding the bullet belt, his face was already numb. He really didn't expect that in his first battle, he actually killed his comrade-in-arms who were swinging a spoon in the pot, and his heart was already cold.

If I was not "cowardly" and were arranged to the supervision team for fear of shaking the morale of the army, would I also run away?

He who now fell under the machine gun and died humiliatedly...

The gunshots of the supervision team seemed to wake up the soldiers who were half-hearted. The platoon leaders roared and punched them with crackling punches and feet. One by one, the dazed soldiers woke up like a dream, gritting their teeth and firing at the Russians again. All fear, despair, anger, and hatred turned into catharsis for the tenacious enemies opposite. Many soldiers howled, tears in their eyes, and they were fighting hysterically.

Cai E's heart was unprecedentedly hard and cold at this moment.

These rookies, sooner or later, will die on this unreasonable battlefield without going through such a process. Although it is a bit cruel for them to experience this kind of tempering early, it may not be a good thing.

At this moment, the Russian army's waves had approached the Chinese army's position more than ten meters.

On those ferocious, bearded faces, their eyes were faintly emitting green light in the firelight, their mouths were wide open, and they were shouting. They were full of fierceness and the same despair. They were driven by some mixed emotions and rushed up like wild animals.

The Chinese platoon leaders swept over like fan, then pulled out the sabers and took the lead in rushing out of the trenches. In an instant, countless golden dragon battle flags rose up from the ground, and the Chinese soldiers with bayonets also roared and met them.

Guo Ning rushed to the front of the row.

He was holding a fully automatic pistol that had just changed his magazine in his right hand. He raised his hand and fell down with a fan. The blood fountain from his chest hit Guo Ning, but his steps did not stop at all, like a ferocious cheetah rushing into the enemy group.

The automatic pistol had been thrown to the ground by him, holding a saber in both hands, and rolled over like a whirlwind.

Guo Ning's swordsmanship has been the foundation since childhood.

There are many suicide squad members on the Zhenguo Army Farm that year, all of whom were warriors who had been fighting for the rest of their lives with big swords and short guns. When they were with these people day and night, Guo Ning's sword technique also brought unyielding heroism. He brought his waist strength and rushed over like a raging sword mountain. Before he could react, a Russian man in front of him had already been opened with a diagonal knife, his internal organs flowed all over the ground, and he screamed and fell down.

Beside Guo Ning, the two veterans seemed to be stunned by the young officer who had just left the army, and were a little stunned for a moment. The platoon leader Liao Da had already started to yell: "My mother, kiss Zhao Laoliu, Cui Sancai, are you two watching the show? Kill me."

The two of them then reacted and roared and chased Guo Ning and killed him.

The Russian soldiers did not seem to have expected that these tenacious yellow men would come over with a swagger. The attack formation was a little chaotic in an instant. The Chinese infantrymen in groups were poked by three like awls. The Russian charge troops, which were originally evacuated, were immediately scattered, and one brave soldier after another was knocked down by the strict cooperation and simple movements of the Chinese soldiers. The hand-to-hand combat, which should have been almost the same casualties, was beaten into an overwhelming pursuit battle by the well-trained Chinese soldiers.

Cai E quickly asked the trumpet soldiers to blow the trumpet. The pursuing Chinese soldiers quickly calmed down their feverish minds and hurriedly retreated to the trenches, waiting for the Russian army's next attack.

"Hidden shelling"

Cai E's roar sounded, and then the roars of the platoon leaders of the company were one after another. The Chinese officers and soldiers who had already had the experience of anti-aircraft artillery, whether rookies or veterans, looked for artillery holes and hid themselves, leaving only the officers and soldiers in the observation center watching the movements on the opposite side. In a blink of an eye, Russian artillery shells had fallen from the sky, and artillery shells of various calibers ruthlessly baptized the Chinese position again.

The brutal battle lasted all night.

The exhausted Cai E Battalion, despite a company strengthened by the former defenders of the 10th Division, was finally forced to apply for emergency support from the regiment headquarters in the face of repeated attacks from the six battalions of the opposite Russian army. The regiment headquarters finally sent out a company's troops and strengthened a heavy machine gun, which finally repelled the Russian attack frenzy.

Cai E observed that the Russian army was killed or injured this night, probably no less than 800 people.

Similarly, his battalion, including the two strengthened companies, had more than 240 casualties, and the casualties rate of the troops was nearly 20%.

Such heavy casualties, and when the Chinese army had tight defensive positions, were simply unbelievable.

Most of the deaths and serious injuries are supplementary soldiers, and most of the experienced veterans are injured by minor injuries. The main casualties are shrapnel, especially the Russian artillery fire. The heavy losses suffered by the rookies are first of all, owing to their lack of combat experience in defense of artillery bombardment, and the biggest threat to the veterans is the bullets on the opposite side, especially heavy machine gun strafing.

However, the two-year steel helmets of the Chinese army have good protection for the back of the head and neck and ears. On this dark night, they still showed superiority ahead of the times and protected the damage of Russian shrapnel to the greatest extent. Although the Russian army learned from the experience of the Chinese army and produced steel helmets, they did not escape the shape of the cavalry spire hat. For the sake of so-called majesty, they also made some flashy polishes, resulting in these shiny spire cast iron helmets becoming the best shooting targets for Chinese army riflesmen on this night.

The penetration of the 7.7mm standard rifle bullet is obviously not something that can be fought against by cast iron helmets targeting defense shrapnel. Countless Russian soldiers, holes were opened in their shiny pointed helmets, and fell silently on the cold battlefield.

Based on previous experience in night battles, the sergeants and commanders of the Chinese army had already asked the soldiers to wrap the surface of the baked blue steel helmets with cotton cloth to prevent reflection. This made it difficult for the Russian army to find that the Chinese officers and soldiers who only exposed some of the steel helmets in the trench, which also affected the exchange ratio of the Russian army.

The First Army of Russia and East Siberia.

Commander Ivanov wielded his pistol like an angry bull, irritably: "Are these shameless waste artillery soldiers all pigs? Or have they accepted bribes from Huang Monkey?"

Beside him, Chief of Staff Kavelev said awkwardly: "Your Excellency, the artillery has done its best..."

"No, my chief of staff, those people, I mean, those lazy people who should go to hell," Ivanov roared, "There are fifty-two artillery companies, my God, even if the pigs are coming to control those cannons, the yellow monkeys on the opposite side can no longer have any fighting spirit to resist. Look at them, my God, they are simply unscathed. These monkeys are mocking us ruthlessly, yes, mocking the great Russian army."

"God General, from the following view," a calm voice sounded around him, "Your army, both artillery and infantry, have shown enough professionalism and tenacious fighting will. But the problem is that the army on the opposite side has really surpassed our general understanding of the Asian army."

Ivanov shook his body and the anger on his face gradually faded. He turned around and asked in a rare gentle tone: "Lieutenant Colonel, what do you mean?"

The lieutenant colonel opposite was wearing a traditional black uniform of the German Army and a pointed hard-shell military cap. The contour of the face was the standard edges and corners of the Prussians. The firm lines like statues looked particularly metallic under the dim light.

After the German Army stationed in Russia, the military observer of the First Baikal Army, Lieutenant Colonel William Grena, the German Imperial Army, took off the monocle glasses on his left eye, wiped them gently a few times, raised his head and said seriously to Ivanov: "God General, for your bravery and good at fighting, your infantry and gun breakthrough tactics, and your performance of infantry and artillery coordination, with my years of experience in serving in His Majesty the German Emperor's army, he can be called the first-class strong army in Europe."

Ivanov's face gradually calmed down.

"However, from the perspective of the following, the Chinese army on the opposite side is obviously not a weak brigade... No, it should be said to be a real strong brigade with well-equipped and skilled tactics." Lieutenant Colonel Grena frowned, "Even by the standards of the German army... this army's performance in defensive wars is also a strong brigade... It is undeniable that at least on this night, their performance proves that the Chinese are not weak and inferior nations. They have a terrible army, my general, they are truly excellent soldiers."

Ivanov felt that this sounded a little harsh. He was about to speak, but he changed his mind. If Huang Monkey is a powerful team... then obviously the problem of this setback will not be with him.

When he thought of this, the German lieutenant colonel on the opposite side who had always made him feel like he was in his throat and showed the special superiority of the officers of the General Staff of the German Army everywhere, became more and more cute in his eyes.

"This battle has allowed me to see a wonderful confrontation between two great armies." Lieutenant Colonel Grena bowed slightly, "As a soldier, I am deeply honored. I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you, the outstanding infantry commander of the Russian Imperial Army."

Ivanov felt a little embarrassed at this time.

After all, he, an officer from a civilian background, also took advantage of the previous military reforms to take on the throne of this commander. How many noble officers are now gritting their teeth and waiting to see their jokes? This army is one of the most elite troops of the Russian army. Whether it is the quality of officers and soldiers, equipment level, supply priority, and technical teams attached, they are all the best among the entire Baikal army. This time, the carefully planned attack ended with the loss of troops and the loss of land. He was already so angry that his teeth were itchy, and he also felt a sense of panic in his heart.

But now that the German lieutenant colonel was touted, Ivanov's heart was inexplicably settled. A little smile began to hang on his face, and he kept nodding: "Yes, lieutenant colonel, you are right... These yellow monkeys are too different from the situation provided by the intelligence department. They are a group of cunning and insidious enemies, the enemy of all European civilized society... His Majesty the Tsar is indeed wise. If such enemies are not eliminated as soon as possible... The Virgin Bless Russia and the European civilized world."

Lieutenant Colonel Grener smiled slightly, but immediately regained the serious expression of the serious German professional staff officer: "General, I want to take the liberty to ask, how are you going to punish these enemies next?"

Ivanov was stunned: "Punishment...yes, punishment"

His eyes gradually condensed: "These yellow monkeys who should go to hell... In the name of His Majesty the Tsar, they must be punished... We want to attack, we need more artillery support, continuous attack... To completely destroy their fighting will, occupy their positions, and massacre them..."

"You are right, Your Excellency General," Lieutenant Colonel Grener nodded, "I have a suggestion for your reference."

Ivanov looked calm and nodded at him: "Please speak with your words with your lord."

"Although the Chinese on the opposite side have fierce firepower, the problem is that their troops are limited." Lieutenant Colonel Grena said solemnly, "and your troops are not as light as their opponents, and they are on the offensive. Since the full-strength attack cannot work, it is better to switch to wheel battle."

"The enemy's firepower density is very high. Even if your army invests more troops on the front, it will not be able to make an effective breakthrough. Instead, it will consume its strength in vain. In this case, it is better to reduce the troops invested in every attack, but increase the firepower, that is, strengthen the automatic firearms and infantry artillery of other troops to the offensive forces. From now on, you can divide the troops into four shifts, attack every two or three hours, and go down to rest after the attack, but people will rest and keep weapons, and each time ensure that the offensive troops receive the strongest fire support, but the troops are constantly rotated." Lieutenant Colonel Grena continued, "We constantly attack the enemy, making it difficult for them to get a rest. If they rotate, they cannot resist our attack. What do you think?"

Ivanov showed joy and nodded involuntarily.

"In addition, I have another suggestion." Lieutenant Colonel Grena said with a smile. "Although your army's tactics are already very good, at present, we might as well make some attempts. For example, reducing the strength and thickness of the unit width, strengthening cutting-edge firepower, and key breakthroughs, etc. You can try new tactics and test the weaknesses of the Chinese defense system. In this way, the pressure we put on the enemy will become greater and greater, and our own confidence in winning will become greater and greater."

"Three days, up to three days," said Lieutenant Colonel Grena. "If the enemy does not have a strong new force joining, the enemy will definitely collapse within three days."

Ivanov looked at the German lieutenant colonel who was somewhat charlatan and nodded slowly and solemnly...
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