The 122mm howitzer was a heavy artillery of the Chinese team, which left a deep impression on the Russians. This howitzer was originally a weapon supported by the Americans to Italy. After the end of World War I, Italy disarmament and sold it to China. Then China interfered with Russia. The Americans gave China a part of this howitzer. As China ordered this weapon from the United States and introduced the production technology of 122 howitzer and shells to imitate it, the 122mm howitzer became a standard heavy artillery of the Chinese National Defense Forces.

The 122mm howitzer obviously did not belong to heavy artillery in the original Russian Empire, but for the current Tsarist Russian tribes, let alone the 122mm howitzer, even the 75mm field cannon, is also a very dangerous thing.

"Swish—swish—swish—swish”

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sand was blown up by shells, and the sand and stones in the dried-up soil became the biggest killer. Some people kept getting hit by shells or stones and screaming. At this time, it was even difficult to breathe. In addition to the smell of gunpowder, a large amount of dust was sucked into the mouths and noses of soldiers, and some people choked and coughed. But no one dared to stand up, and no one ran wildly. These people were all veterans, and they knew that the chance of shells falling on people's heads was not high, but the chance of running people being killed by splashed shrapnel was almost 100%.

"Ah..." Someone screamed, "My legs, my legs!"

"My eyes, I can't see, I can't see."

An officer immediately shouted: "Prepare for battle, prepare for battle, the yellow pig is going to attack us, prepare for battle, Russian warriors--a!" With a scream, the brave officer's entire head was cut off by shrapnel.

Vasilevsky was shaking in the trench, holding the cross in his right hand, and finally recited the Bible with words: "Blessed is this man who loves the law of the Lord and thinks day and night. He will be planted by the stream like a tree. He will bear fruit and the leaves will not dry up. Everything he does will go smoothly. This is not the case with the wicked, but like the champagne is blown away by the wind. Therefore, when judged, the wicked will not stand, and the sinners will be in the meeting of the righteous. Because the Lord knows the way of the righteous and the way of the wicked will perish..." Something hit his head and fell before him. He raised his head and saw that it was a heart, a broken heart. Vasilevsky suddenly had an urge to vomit. He once again put his head on the ground and recited the Bible in his mouth to pray for peace.

The shelling stopped soon after three minutes. However, the Tsarist Russian soldiers still did not dare to look up, dared not speak, and did not dare to move for a moment. The battlefield was silent. The crackling sound of burning objects stimulated everyone, and some people couldn't help but scream in pain. The three-minute shelling was as long as three centuries. The soldiers of the Tsarist Russian survivors who were already desperate were even more desolate at this time. It would be better to die like this than starve to death.

The battlefield was mixed with the smell of blood, smoke and sand. When Huaseylevsky heard someone shouting "Prepare to fight", he picked up his gun mechanically and lay on the earth in the trench. Through the gap, he saw that there were no enemies in front of him.

With a false alarm, Vasilevsky sighed, sat down, and saw the broken heart still beating at his feet slower and slower. Finally, it stopped, and his mood became worse and worse.

"Alekseev, are you still alive?" he said.

"I'm still alive, but I can't seem to move."

Vasilevsky hurriedly walked over and saw this comrade-in-arms, but everything in front of him made him terrified. Alexeyev lay on the ground. He was nailed to the trench by a Mosinna bayonet and could not move. If the bayonet was pulled out, he would die immediately, so he did not move.

"I thought I would be starved to death. I didn't expect that I would be slowly bleeding from here by a bayonet nail." Alexeyev said self-deprecatingly, "It hurts so much, it's hungry and painful." He stressed.

"Alexeyev, you..." Huasilevsky didn't know what to say. His comrade had been fighting with him for a year. He didn't expect that he would die in Central Asia in this way. "Do you want something to eat?"

"I want to have some caviar, tuna caviar is the best, and then have a bite of vodka, and I want 75 degrees vodka. I don't like 55 degrees and it doesn't taste." Alexeyev said.

Huasilevsky quickly took out his only piece of black bread, handed it over and said, "This is the best delicious caviar, sir, the dish you ordered, one thousand gold rubles per ounce."

"Damn it, I just lost too much blood, not an idiot." Alexeyev was moved, but cursed, "You idiot, you want to survive - by the way, have you been with Lilia?"

"What?"

"Stop pretending, Lilia, that bitch who can match anyone for bread, I gave her my bread. It's so fucking fun."

"No...no."

"You can't fall in love with that bitch, are you?"

"No, no."

"It's okay, it's time. The most important thing to live. Who cares about what your identity is? You ascetic, idiot... If you really fall in love with her, as long as you ask to protect her, I think she will always be free to you, and you don't need to provide bread..." Alexeyev's voice became lower and lower, and finally there was no sound.

Huasilevsky looked at the battle with grief but was helpless, and could only bit his dry thin lips. He tempted Alexeyev's breathing. It was gone, and the dead body slowly became cold. He sighed, pulled out the bayonet, found ten bullets from the body and put them in his arms, walked back to his original post, and said to himself: "You bastard, God will kick your butt. Chinese, come on, Master Huasilevsky has fought with you, God bless me, and Virgin Mary bless me."

However, the Chinese did not launch an attack. This wave of heavy artillery attacks was just a warning, warning the Tsar Guards' First Brigade to surrender as soon as possible. Twelve hours had passed, and the Chinese could not wait. After the Russians suffered this heavy artillery attack, hundreds of corpses and nearly a thousand wounded people were left behind. Everyone at the airport wanted to fight against the Chinese, but the army that was lost even in the motherland could only be a ghost. They could only curse the Chinese loudly, but did not dare to take revenge. The medical soldiers quickly rescued the wounded and transported the bodies away.

Huasilevsky murmured to himself: "Chinese people cannot trust, they cannot trust. Now attack us. When we really surrender to them, we will definitely be persecuted. No, I want to leave, I can't go to China." He looked at the medical staff carrying Alexeyev's body away, hurried over and said, "Wait a minute."

"What's the matter, Sgt.?"

"I'll look at my friends."

"He's dead."

Huasilevsky smiled bitterly and said, "I know, damn Chinese."

"Sergeant, they hit the stray dog ​​in the water (i.e.: add to the insult)."

"What do you think of joining the Chinese?"

A medical soldier shrugged and said, "Is this a big deal? Oops, I think it's better to be a gypsy. We are betrayal dogs, so don't expect the Chinese to treat us well."

"Yes, we will definitely suffer harsh treatment." Vasilevsky said with emotion.

The command center of Lieutenant General Brigade of the Tsar First Guard Brigade Nikola Rodsky was also bombarded, but only one shell fell around it, which scared the command horses. Under the comfort of the groom, the war horses gradually calmed down. Nikola Rodsky kept asking the telegrapher and said, "Is there no news yet? Is there no news yet? What should we do, what should we do?"

"No, Your Excellency General."

"Damn it, is it a fight or a fight?" He angrily smashed his military cap on the table, grabbed his golden curly hair and shouted: "God, are all the people in the headquarters dead?"

Deputy Brigade Commander Flagimi Rech walked into the command center and reported: "The Chinese carried out this shelling on us ten kilometers away, and they didn't even do corrections. From this we can see that they had already measured the distance and corrected the position of the cannon. We have to say that we have been surrounded by the Chinese. This shelling is estimated to have lost at least two hundred people, and we have lost two hundred young men, General."

"I get it." Nikola Rodsky said dejectedly.

"Twelve hours have passed, what should we do? Are we going to fight to the death with the opponent's cavalry?" asked Flajmirech.

Nikola Rodsky raised his head, looked at the deputy brigade commander with his blood-stained eyes, and said, "How much can we kill each other? How many people can these six thousand young men fight?"

Flajimirechi smiled bitterly in disappointment and said with an ugly expression: "Three minutes, three minutes later, we were out of ammunition and food, so we had to fight for bayonets - but the other party was a cavalry, and we could only become the souls of the cavalry sword."

"Yes, it's good that the young men have not collapsed now." Nikola Rodsky said with a wry smile, "Wait, wait for the final order, I believe there will be orders. Even if we surrender, we cannot lose the glory of Slavs."

Flagmirech said in an overshadow: "What's the glory of surrender? We are a group of wanderers who have lost their homes. The gypsies we once discriminated against are our role models for the future."

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