"Battery Commander..." Several soldiers came in quickly and saw that he was still bleeding from his waist. They immediately tore open their clothes, took out a roll of gauze from their pockets, folded them a few layers before sprinkling some golden sore medicine on it, and then pressed it hard on the wound.

The violent stinging pain made Shi Duo take a breath, and even sweat beads oozing out of his forehead. The soldiers quickly tied around their waists with gauze.

After fixing the gauze, he smiled and joked: "Now, battalion commander, you must go back to Kulun to rest this time. If you have the chance to have a nurse and beautiful girl in the hospital, don't forget to thank us."

"Thank you uncle!" Shi Duo rolled his eyes, pushed a few soldiers away, stood up and said, "Cleaning the battlefield quickly!"

"Good guys. Four. They deserve to be battalion commanders." The soldiers kicked the corpse, picked up the pistol he threw with a smile, changed to a new magazine, and handed it to Shi Duo. Then they blinked their eyes and said mysteriously: "Battleman Commander, don't you know? There were many female college students coming to the battlefield hospital this time, and they were all very beautiful, so, everyone is eager to get sick recently!"

Shi Duo's face was dark, and who were all of them? He said angrily: "That's simple. Just find a Russian who was poisoned to death and lick it on someone's body a few times."

"Stop messing with the battalion commander, even if you don't die of poison, you will be disgusting!" The two soldiers helped Shi Duo up and walked out, and said without forgetting.

"Then there is nothing to do. Do you think I don't know. Let me tell you which female students are specially trained by Concubine Zhen, just to treat soldiers injured by poisonous gas. Ordinary gunshot wounds don't even look at them. You want to hold the beauty, hehe..."

"Sun!" The soldiers twitched their mouths and quietly gestured their middle fingers.

After walking out of the underground bunker with the cold wall, Shi Duo found that the explosion outside seemed to have been much smaller, and he couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong? I won't fight anymore?"

"Yes. The division issued an order, and we just need to consolidate the south of the city. In addition, there are too many corpses, and the commander said that these corpses must be incinerated, so everyone stopped searching north. The Russians should still be in a circle and would not fight back for a while. Now the entire army is coming. It's time for us to go back and rest."

This is a bloody day!

The 12,300 Russian soldiers stationed on the No. 10 Highland were wiped out, and the soldiers who lost to the main defense circle of Irkutsk were several times more likely to be this. For this attack, the Guards also paid the price of 4,788 sacrifices. This was a "war record" that could only be achieved if poisonous gas bombs were used. Otherwise, if you want to seize the southern fortifications, you would have to fill in at least ten times of your life.

And this battle is far from over!

Standing at the fortress and looking down, Irkutsk City is now completely exposed to its nose. As long as the cannon is set up here, the entire Irkutsk will become a sea of ​​fire.

The history of Xia Ukinsk, like other ancient Siberian urban history, originally originated from the small farmlands and castles on the grasslands. In 1642, the Russian Cossack tribe moved here and named Xia Ukinsk Castle.

The development of the city is closely related to the paved Siberian transportation trunk line. This transportation trunk line is connected to two countries and took 13 years from east to west.

"beep!……"

Accompanied by a whistle, a locomotive coming from Novosibirsk slowly drove into the train station. Although the war affected Russia, at least the western section of Siberia's railway was still operating normally.

The American steam locomotive drove into the train station. As soon as the door of the tank car was opened, dozens of Russian soldiers in gray uniforms jumped from the carriage with rifles to the platform.

"Hurry up, soldiers! We are already behind! They have fought in Irkutsk!"

Timiyanko, dressed in lieutenant colonel uniform, looked at the soldiers running off the train and spoke. As the artillery officer at the Yekaterinburg Fortress, Timiyanko did not know why his superiors had to transfer himself to come here with the fortress mortar battalion to fight that war that shouldn't have broken out.

In Timiyanko's view, this war with the Chinese was simply a war of error. Although China may be a weak country with the combat effectiveness of the army, Russia's dependence on China is far greater than China's dependence on Russia. Since Chinese merchants stopped exporting to Russia, the flour, clothing, cloth and cotton originally imported from China have suddenly decreased sharply. This has made the commodity supply problem in the Russian market after the riot in 2005 more serious. Why can't those officials distinguish between the primary and secondary even at this time?

"Check it out carefully!"

Weapons are the lives of soldiers. Timiyanko ordered the soldiers to carefully check the wooden boxes they brought with them with the British mortars, for fear of any unexpected losses.

This mortar with a weight of less than 4,500 pounds and a 240 mm caliber can drive 152-pound shells to 2,000 meters away. It is much more advanced than the old mortars such as 91/152 mm with a range of only a few hundred meters commonly used by the Russian army. The Ekaterina Fortress has only a few dozen. Now, in order to support the battle here, it is specially allocated here. It is precisely for this reason that I was transferred here to support the Russian army's operations.

Compared to Ekaterin Arbor, where there is no war, it is obviously needed more here.

"British 240mm mortar, 18 pieces! The shells are unknown."

In the attic of a three-story Russian wooden building near Xiawujinsk Railway Station, a "Briat" who was holding a telescope in his hand carefully observed the train at the English sign on the wooden box, and recorded it on paper with a pencil, while carefully observing the movements of the Russian troops at the railway station.

In the stationmaster's room of the train station, Timi Yangke was drinking the spirits smuggled from China while watching the soldiers inspecting eighteen mortars and hundreds of tons of other supplies.

"Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, you can rest in the car for a few hours, and the train will take a few hours before you can reach Irkutsk." The conductor said humbly. Although he always looked arrogant in front of those workers, he still needed to be humble in front of the lieutenant colonel in front of him.

"Dear Naji, I am now on the train to Irkutsk..." Timiyanko returned to the train, looked at Naji's photo in his pocket watch, and wrote a letter to his fiancée as usual. This is what Timiyanko must do every day. Although Naji is now in Petrograd, thousands of kilometers away, it does not hinder Timiyanko's longing for him whenever there is no one.

Large-scale artillery bombardment was extremely shocking. When Xiao Kaigui, an admirer of "artilleryism", made an attack plan, he once proposed to throw at least 150,000 shells on the Russian army's head within an hour.

This is an extremely crazy idea. Even though Yang Yong himself is a supporter of "artilleryism", this idea still scares everyone. In fact, the theoretical rate of artillery fire can be achieved, but in actual operation, humans are not machines.

Even the artillery itself cannot have such a large amount of work. Continuous artillery bombardment will inevitably heat up the barrel of the artillery. At that time, there is no need for the Russian army to launch a counterattack, and their artillery will go on strike if it is too tired, and even a blow-off will not be new.

However, when Xiao Kaigui stood on the 10th Highland and used a telescope to observe the shelling effect, he was deeply shocked by the scene of intertwining iron and fire in front of him. The recording staff responsible for the camera were even surprised to forget the work in his hands.

More than ten minutes ago, the Siberian Front began to cover the entire city of Irkutsk. After gaining geographical advantages, the artillery soldiers could almost no aim to hit the shells anywhere in the Irkutsk fortress.

The scene in front of him made any judgment on the supporting role of artillery on the battlefield so pale and powerless. Xiao Kaigui remembered that Jue Shuai said that as long as industrial strength and logistics support are in place, those Western powers can completely set up a larger-scale artillery battle scene.

If the two sides were evenly matched, the anti-artillery combat that Zhuang Jue had previously imagined would inevitably develop to an amazing level, rather than as it is now.

After losing the key fortresses and fortress artillery in the south, the Russian army was completely passive. Only a few remaining fortress artillery in several directions were counterattacking in disarray. However, these fortress artillery guns that were "infringing the wind" were fired for a while and were taken care of by the heavy artillery troops of the Guards. The Russian army's large-caliber fortress cannons were indeed very useful, especially when they were hitting their own people, more than ten large-caliber shells roared, and within a few minutes there was no movement...

The Russian army, whose psychological defense was destroyed by the poisonous gas bombs of the Guards, suffered a large number of casualties at the beginning of the shelling. The fire points in the city lacked the protection of reinforced concrete bunkers, and simple cement fortresses and civil fortifications could not withstand such fierce artillery fire.

The soldiers of the Third Division in the front trenches received notice in advance and needed to use earplugs to block their ears from being damaged by the explosion of shells in front.

During the one-hour fire preparation, the Guards poured nearly 90,000 shells of different caliber were poured into the Russian-occupied area.

The rumbling cannons shocked Lake Baikal.

The harsh roar of the shells was like the fingers of a piano playing on the front line of about ten kilometers, and the strings were Russian soldiers. The deafening explosions and the wailing sounds of Russian soldiers were intertwined one after another, and the entire Russian position became a scene of purgatory made of iron and fire.

Within the entire range of the shelling target, large pieces of rocks and bunkers were smashed, and then mixed with scorched earth, and the remaining limbs flew into the sky, and then poured into the earth covered with craters like sand. The suffocating thick smoke and dust rolled in the air like water in a boiling pot, one wave after another. One wave rose again and again, under the reflection of the orange-red light from time to time, a scene of hell was formed...

"What does hell look like? This is hell!"

At 7:35, the artillery bombardment had been going on for a full sixty-five minutes. The grassroots officers on the front line began to integrate the first wave of offensive troops into the designated position. At this time, the artillery shooting targets had already "plowed" back and forth several times in front of them, and now they had extended shooting.

The fully armed Chinese soldiers were moving in the tunnel as dense as spider webs, and the helmets and bayonets were shining with a cold light from time to time. No one spoke. In fact, no one could hear the other's voice clearly unless they were shouting loudly. Everyone clarified their movements based on different flags and military officials' sign language.

7:50.

According to the verbs of the ground flags raised by the grassroots officers on the front line, all the soldiers on the front line had reached their designated positions and were ready to charge. Liu Xiaokun, the commander of the Third Division, decided to extend the artillery fire forward and launch an attack five minutes in advance, so that soldiers could reduce casualties while obtaining artillery fire to approach the Russian position.

When the smoke of gunpowder gradually enveloped the entire Irkutsk, a loud charge suddenly resounded through the sky.

The most critical battle for the fortress finally started! Countless soldiers, bathed in the golden morning light, rushed in through the blasted gap under the cover of artillery fire.

In fact, Liu Xiaokun’s concerns are a bit redundant.

Under such fierce shelling, Russian soldiers suffered heavy casualties. Even the soldiers who survived were shaking all over and held their heads with their hands. There were even soldiers with mental breakdowns jumping out of the bunker and being torn into minced meat by flying shells. How could they have the energy to resist?

After receiving the response from the signal flares, the 14th and 112th Divisions of the second echelon also began to rush to the Russian position opposite. Without any shouting, the surface of the battlefield, which was repeatedly baptized by the artillery shells, had accumulated more than ten centimeters of floating soil, and the choking smell of gunpowder and dust in the air were a little breathless, but all this would only make the soldiers hold the guns tighter.

The Guards' soldiers' attacks were getting faster and faster, because they had not encountered any kind of resistance until now. Observers in the air could clearly see that on the continuous front, Chinese soldiers rushed towards the Russian positions like small black dots.

It was originally expected that the counterattack of the Chinese and Russian troops did not appear. The mortars and blasting tubes of different caliber carried by the Third Division had no use at all. Two elite sharp sword regiments advanced nearly 700 meters along the path of advance specially opened for them by heavy artillery. The gunshots sparsely sounded amid the rumbling sound of cannons.
Chapter completed!