The concentrated shooting of more than 200 artillery pieces is nothing compared to the cluster of thousands of artillery pieces in the 20th century. However, this is an unprecedented scale in this time and its power has caused the Russian army, from marshals to soldiers to be ripped apart.

After seven years of war, almost all European armies adopted standardized fixed field artillery organization. For example, the famous Frederick II set up a fixed-type artillery group in the army, consisting of 10 similar artillery pieces of the same caliber. Although the European countries have increased the proportion of artillery allocation to 5 to 6 per thousand people, they are also equipped with regiment light artillery to support infantry operations on the front line. However, no one has concentrated hundreds of cannons to shoot at a time.

From the north of the Belaya River to the south of the Angara River, thousands of high-explosion bombs fell from the air every minute, causing the Russian army to repeatedly clean and rotate in the boiling flames.

For the tens of thousands of Russian troops who were slowly marching on the middle and right wings, it was like a destructive rain of fire from their heads. The places where the bombs fell were all filled with flesh and blood. The Russian troops in the killing world were either blown to pieces or were shattered by the shock waves.

On the artillery positions of the North Navy, the fastest one was the 75mm field gun, with a firing rate of 8 rounds per minute; while the 122mm howitzer was fired slowly, maintaining an average speed of more than ten seconds. According to the order issued by Zhao Xin, the artillery battalions would stagger for one minute in order to keep the fire strikes densely.

The sharp roar of tearing the air above the battlefield seemed to never stop, and the explosions followed one after another were deafening; the explosion shock waves brought out a large amount of gravel and soil, and the black and gray smoke kept rising on the ground like volcanoes erupting one after another. The smoke and dust wrapped in the smoke enveloped the battlefield, and the sun was blocked outside, leaving shocking bullet craters on the ground.

The long-term line-based war training made the Russian soldiers forget to dodge under the firepower of the Northern Navy. Although the 122 high-explosive bombs that landed nearby can take dozens of lives each time, and although the soldiers were frightened, the living people still did not escape, but squeezed together.

"O God! Lord of the world, save me, forgive me, and bless me!"

"What are they shooting? Shotballs?"

"This is a grenade, where does it come from?" a cavalry captain shouted, "It is pleasant to charge into battle, and knock the dogs on the other side into a mess! But now, they are shooting at us like shooting a target! This is really bad!"

The cavalry line behind him was still silent. The cavalry tried to arrange the horses neatly. Whenever they heard the sound of shells passing by, they held their breath as if they were obeying the command, and stood up in the stirrups, then sat down and drew a cross on their chests.

The cavalry looked at each other side, carefully observing their comrades' reactions with a curious mood, and each of them showed a look of anxiety, anxiety and excitement on their faces.

At this time, on the left wing of the Russian army, the soldiers in front unloaded more than a dozen wooden boards more than two meters long from several carriages and pressed them on the low pile wire mesh.

"Soldiers! Keep moving forward! Let the Tatars see our courage!" The officers wearing triangular hats raised their sabers diagonally and shouted and ordered their subordinates to move forward quickly.

The regiment artillery on both wings of each column used four-pound cannons to shoot violently at the positions of the North Navy. The bombings around did not affect their firing speed of six rounds per minute. Even if someone was shot and fell, the other gunners still tried hard to clean the barrel, load, fire, and cycle.

"Tra!~tla~tla~tla..."

The marching drum sounded again, and the Russian infantry took heavy steps and walked towards the altar that had been prepared for them.

When the Russian army passed the first low-split barbed wire and the soldiers rushed towards the North Navy with wild roars inspiration from the officers, countless fire thorns suddenly spit out from the North Navy's position.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Da da da da!"

The endless lines of fire suddenly melted the Russian army's advancement. The soldiers on both sides of the column fell down like dominoes, and countless lives instantly turned into a burst of bloody rain. The close-range shooting of more than 200 meters allowed the 0.50-caliber bullet to break the previous person, and continued to penetrate the second person, the third person, and even the five-man columns arranged through the side.

This scene made the Russian army behind a little confused. This was different from anything that happened on the battlefield before. Many people suddenly panicked and didn't know where to go. The narrow passage made of wooden boards became crowded.

At this time, several anti-aircraft guns set behind the second trench in the North Navy position opened fire one after another. The whistling shells entered the queue in a blink of an eye, tearing the cavalry and their men and horses into pieces. The frightened war horses began to run and neigh. They jumped into the barbed wire like headless flies, and then they were tripped and fell on the barbed wire. They whined under the cutting of the butterfly blade, and blood flowed out from their bodies like fountains.

The mortar shells that fell from the sky from the four-pound cannon truck not far away were shattered, and hundreds of kilograms of copper or iron cannons were either knocked into the air or turned into countless deadly metal fragments in the shock wave, harvesting the lives around them.

If we talk about who was the main opponent of the Tsarist Russian Empire army in the 18th century, many people would immediately think of Ottoman Türkiye. Because of years of war, many Russian generals had accumulated rich combat experience in the war against Turkey.

As a result, the Russian army's best tactic is to push the troops forward with all their might. Infantry and artillery must force the enemy to retreat in chaos. Then let the cavalry pass through the gaps between their own infantry formations to launch an attack, defeat the enemy and pursue 4 to 6 kilometers, and then slow down the heavy cavalry to reorganize the troops. The Hussars and Cossacks are responsible for continuing the pursuit.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! The problem is that this tactic is not only useless to European countries, but also to the Northern Navy.

At this time, the Russian army was only more than 150 meters away from the Northern Navy. The soldiers of the Northern Navy in the trenches could clearly distinguish them, with grass-green semi-circular helmets, dark green military uniforms, and even their faces could be seen clearly. But they stopped here, and the distance of more than 100 meters was so far away for many people.

The surviving officers did not issue new orders, leaned on their shoulders and walked silently in front of the queue. Suddenly, more dense gunfire sounded from the North Navy positions, and hundreds of soldiers lay on the trenches and raised their guns to shoot.

The rain of bullets hit the head and made the surviving Russian troops fall one after another. Just as the North Navy fired, the officer leading the team shouted "Standing attentively" and prepared to let the soldiers aim at shooting; however, before he could finish his words, the officer fell head-on into the grass.

In the middle of the battlefield, the earth was also shaking violently. The artillery towers carefully constructed over the past few days were blown up one by one. The earth, wood and stones were flying all over the sky. The fierce bombardment trembled the hearts of every Russian army, and made the Russian commander-in-chief Rumentsev, who was in Mikhailovka village, look as if dead.

The old marshal coughed loudly by the non-existent smoke. He staggered forward two steps, trying to save something, and then stopped in despair. To him, everything seemed to be lost.

More than twenty minutes after the artillery bombardment, the Russian officers and soldiers on the front line could no longer bear it under the continuous bombardment of artillery fire. The fallen comrades and broken limbs around created an extremely terrifying atmosphere. Although the regiment commanders who were extremely majestic in the past were still roaring angrily, raised the sword in their hands, and fired empty guns into the sky, no one paid attention to the commands anymore, and the alive soldiers turned around and ran back.

The time to determine the fate of the battle has come.

At this time, the fierce artillery bombardment of the North Navy began to extend to the northwest, and the shell shells that had been fired on the artillery positions were piled up like hills.

More than 2,000 soldiers in the main position attack trenches were nervously waiting for the attack order. Some of them were naturalized veterans who participated in the "Furjaha River Battle" since 1784, and there were also Henan soldiers who joined before the "Furdan City Battle". These people were already experienced and experienced; some of them just joined last year and came here after only half a year of training.

However, no matter who it is, the jaw-dropping scene in front of them is only seen in their life. A feast of artillery fire that is like the field army level in later generations bloomed in front of them. As the commander of the Second Regiment, Zhao Jiuzang finally understood what Zhao Xin said before, "the battle is getting bigger and bigger."

Suddenly, a red signal flare soared into the sky from behind the position, and the familiar charge in another time and space was also sounded loudly!

The soldiers of the Second Regiment and Aoye Camp, heard the horn of the attack, stood up like a conditioned reflex, and rushed out of the trenches one by one amid countless sharp whistles.

Everyone lined up in an orderly combat formation just like they had been deployed before the war, with a hysterical roar bursting out from their throats, and rushed towards the wilderness that had been ravaged by repeated artillery fire.

Today's North Navy soldiers are no longer those cowardly East Asian refugees. The two attacking companies rushed to the front with the courage to go around the barbed wire and charge forward with bayonets. Behind them were a thousand soldiers from two infantry battalions, striding towards the Russian headquarters in the distance.

At the same time, the Fifth Regiment of the Northern Navy on the southern bank of the Belaya River once again crossed the village of Sosnovka again. Under the cover of more than 20 mortars and machine guns, he used a kayak to cross the Belaya River and launched an attack on the Russian army from the Uzkiluge settlement to the west.

At this point, the five thousand northern navy west of the Angara River rushed towards the tens of thousands of Russian troops fleeing on the western front like wild horses.

Zhao Xin, who was at the Artillery Position Command, looked at the scene in the drone and felt a lot of emotion. Six years passed by, and it was so difficult for the Northern Navy to reach today.

But the battle is far from over, and the retreating Russian troops are still organizing counterattacks. The hussars and hunters who are fleeing in all directions are organized by a stream of organizing, shooting at the North Navy scattered in the fields, and then they thrust bayonets and shouting "Ula" to kill them.

The soldiers of the attacking company found that the enemy was trying to counterattack, and then raised their guns to knock down the cavalry rushing in front one by one. Then they took out grenades and threw them at the Russian army rushing up. Then they rushed into the smoke with bayonets. After a series of shouts of killing and gunshots, there were casualties and injuries all over the ground.

A battalion of the Russian army received an order to block during the retreat, so the major led the team hurriedly checked the terrain and let the soldiers lie in a ditch on the battlefield. When the attack company was still one hundred meters away, the Russian army suddenly launched an attack. The major shouted loudly, stood up from the ditch and opened fire with a pistol. Then hundreds of Russian soldiers also stood up and fired. With the roar of muskets, several North Navy soldiers who were rushing to the front fell head-on.

After two rounds of muskets, the Russian army's shooting began to become messy. In the era of line warfare, infantry rarely strictly follow the shooting order in actual combat. Generally, after the first two rounds of volleys, any effort to maintain discipline cannot prevent orderly shooting from becoming disorderly shooting.

At this time, the Russian soldiers hurriedly loaded and shot, because they were in the smoke, they could hardly see the enemy opposite, and the soldiers' faces were blackened. They pushed each other while loading, causing greater difficulties to shooting and aiming.

As the North Navy opposite began to fight back, the number of casualties in the Russian army in the ditch increased rapidly. No one was concerned about any volleys. Each soldier who had loaded up immediately pulled the trigger, and each line and team were mixed together. Even the soldiers in the front line could not do it. At this time, the officers leading the team had no choice but to lie in the ditch and wait.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Finally, the white smoke spreading made the Russian army unable to see the enemy clearly anymore. They rushed out of the ditch and rushed over with bayonets.

"Ula~~la~la!"

At this moment, the unique continuous shooting sound of the North Navy light machine gun sounded from the grass on the flank of the Russian army. Following closely behind dozens of smoke-emitting grenades flew over ten meters away, one after another.

After the continuous explosions, more and more Northern Navy troops arrived. The Russian troops in this battalion were completely destroyed. The team of more than 700 people was left with only more than 30 wounded soldiers. They were immediately shot and killed by the Northern Navy soldiers who rushed up from behind.

At this time, all the North Navy were bayonets and rushed forward without hesitation. Everyone was not afraid of death, no! They didn't know what death was. The blood in their bodies had already rushed at lightning speed, and the blood vessels were burning. The soldiers' excitement reached the extreme and they could not calm down at all.

As the resistance of the fleeing Russian troops became more and more frequent, several forward observation centers quickly reported to the command center that the artillery fire support was needed. Zhao Xin immediately ordered the 122 howitzers of the two battalions were specifically responsible for cleaning up the remnants of the Russian army, and the remaining 122 guns and five 152 guns were fired at the village of Mikhailovka more than ten kilometers away.

All the Russian troops began to retreat wildly, and the artillery fire followed the Russian army frightened. Whether it was officers or soldiers, no matter whether they were high or low, they had nowhere to escape as long as they were in the range of high-explosive bombs. The generals who fled back would never have imagined that the artillery of the North Navy could be so far away.

At around 8 o'clock in the morning, there were no living Russian troops on the route the Northern Navy attacking forces passed. The attacking forces received the command order from the command center before they set out: we have no time to contain prisoners before completely defeating the Russian army!

The retreating Russian cavalry were mixed on the road to Mikhailovka village, and no one cared about whether the formation was strict and orderly. As long as they could leave this hell alive, they were fine. The infantry and civilians, who became abominable due to the fear of death, were squeezing between cargo trucks and cannons, under horse hooves and between wheels, trampling on each other until death. They stepped on the dying people and killed each other, just to be killed by shells after walking a few steps.

Every ten seconds, one or two high-explosion bombs tear the air, making a shrill roar and exploded in this dense crowd, killing all the lives within thousands of square meters around, and splashing blood and limbs on the ground.
Chapter completed!