At five o'clock in the morning on May 21, the Soviet army was forced to withdraw before dawn. The artillery advantage of the Chinese team still suppressed the Russians, which made the Russians very afraid. The retreating Russians supported their comrades back to their positions in the dark to replenish ammunition and food. Everyone was dead and didn't know how far this war would go.

This was only the sixth day of the war. However, the difficulty of the Kyzil Fortress was far beyond the expectations of Soviet officers such as Buluhell. This was a hard bone that Bicharizin was even more difficult to conquer. The Chinese were extremely well prepared. I don’t know how many shells and bullets they hid here. The Russians were completely relying on their lives to fight against the opponent’s firepower.

Gui Ermao, the acting platoon leader of the 82nd Brigade, tied his wounds again, and asked Yang Lixin to follow him to count his subordinates, and there were eighteen people, of which seven of the ten new recruits who supported him died, and two other veterans died in battle. One veteran never woke up again because of the injury.

Although Wu Chuyu, who was a little greedy and afraid of death, was just pressing bullets and lifting ammunition for everyone, preparing grenades and other trivial matters, such a monkey helps everyone to do things, which made him much more efficient during the battle.

However, the comrades around him died one by one, and everyone's mood gradually became depressed. Gui Ermao suddenly said to Wu Chuyu: "If I die in the future, you must remember to go to the Martyrs' Temple to worship me, and burn some paper money for me every year."

"Squad Leader, you..." Wu Chuyu didn't know what he felt in his heart, and Gui Ermao suddenly kicked him and said, "Fuck. Live well." Wu Chuyu looked up at the squad leader's dark smile and smirked.

"Brothers, come. Sing, sing." Gui Ermao suddenly shouted, "Who can sing a song like Eighteen Touch?"

"Plane leader, I can sing." Yang Lixin shouted immediately.

"Give me one song, come one song." Everyone shouted, and Gui Ermao smiled and said, "Little Monkey. So you still have this ability. OK, come one song."

"Okay. Everyone, listen. I, Yang Lixin, also went to Huizhou opera troupe to study in my early years, but I was fired for singing this little yellow song."

"No one listens to your little trouble. Sing it quickly."

Yang Lixin wiped his face and sang with his hands and feet, "Play the drums tightly and slowly, stop the drums and listen to the singing, and sing all kinds of gossip. I have sang eighteen touches. I reached out to touch the silk on my face, the dark clouds flew for half the sky, and reached out to touch the front of my head. The heaven is full and addictive. I stretched out to touch the Maowan. It spread out to the middle wide, and reached out to touch the little eyes of my sister. My eyes were dark and white. I stretched out to touch the little nose needle. Youyou burned his breath and touched the little mouth of my sister, and my eyes were slightly smiling..."

"Good song!" The brothers on other positions also shouted, and the aura of some living people was rarely restored on the battlefield.

After dawn, the baggage soldiers who delivered the meal quickly delivered breakfast. At the request of the soldiers, they all delivered pasta and sweets. Two days ago, in order to ensure everyone's physical strength during the battle, the baggage camp also made broth and stew for everyone. As a result, when everyone was fighting during the day, they saw too many dead bodies and meat pieces, and then received broth and stew, and they could not eat anything. Now the brothers in the baggage camp have also learned to be smart and try not to make meat during the battle, and have made a lot of sweets to ensure energy.

During the day, two road-air bombing divisions came to bomb the Soviet army, but the Soviet army had already had experience in dealing with space. Heavy machine guns aimed at shooting. Three Chinese road-air Kirin 2 bombers were hit, two crashed and exploded, and one plane was injured and crashed on its way back. This move made the Soviet soldiers excited, and they believed that victory was about to be achieved.

The Sakhalin Army soldiers who were sitting in the desert behind him could not help but feel excited when they saw this feat. They demanded to join the war one after another. With the permission of Buluheer, more than 10,000 former Soviet Bukhalin Army soldiers of the Tsarist Russian Imperial Guards took their weapons and rushed to the position to join the Soviet infantry, preparing to fight against the Chinese soldiers.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, an attack was planned by Kolchak and was defeated by the tenacious Chinese man again.

On May 21, a relatively bad thing happened to the defenders of the Kizil Fortress. Because of the battle in recent days, several wells in the city were blown up, and the water supply of the entire army was problematic. The Central ** team immediately made preparations, one was to dig a water well, and the other was to break south to get water sources close to the Sir River. In Central Asia, the water source was gold, everything. At this time, suddenly, a Soviet spy threw down dead rotten corpses into the well, and the few wells in the city could no longer be eaten. Du Baosan ordered Wang Yuan of the Military Affairs Office to investigate strictly and found Soviet spies. On the other hand, he had to start digging new wells for diet.

In order to prevent the Chinese team from regaining the water source, the Soviet army stationed a large number of troops near the Sir River. Du Baosan even sent the tank troops over and was blocked by the tenacious Soviet army. Thirty tanks were blown up by the Soviet army's human bombs. In order to avoid greater losses, Du Baosan had to withdraw the tanks, and the gap in strength between the two sides became increasingly obvious. The two-day hard battle caused a large number of Chinese soldiers to be killed and injured. The field hospital was filled with wounded. Now all the light wounded went to the front line, and the field hospital only took in serious wounds.

"It's not easy to mess with the opponent." Du Baosan smiled bitterly, "I thought the opponent would bump into the stone's head, and his brain was broken all over the ground. I didn't expect that our stone was not strong either."

Chief of Staff Tong Lin said: "After all, they fought for seven years of civil war and four years of European war before. Many Russian officers had more than ten years of war experience. If we hadn't occupied the right time, place, and people, we would have been defeated long ago."

"How is the ammunition reserve situation?" Du Baosan asked.

Chief of Staff Tong Lin replied: "I can hold on for half a month, but the casualties of soldiers are not optimistic. Nearly 6,000 people have been killed. There are still many seriously injured soldiers in the night battle hospital. I'm afraid... it won't work anymore."

"The enemy's casualties are ten times that of ours." Wang Yuan said gritting his teeth.

Tong Lin shook his head and said, "As far as I know, the enemy's casualties are not as great as we imagined, but they should be at least four times that of ours."

"It's not cost-effective." Du Baosan said. At this time, Sun Liechen ran in quickly and saw that the kettle on the table was, and he took it over and drank it all in one gulp, and then said, "Military throne, let the brothers rest. I haven't closed my eyes for two days and two nights, and I can't stand it. Brothers have no problem fighting, but it's not good to rest. The Russians kept attacking for a while. There were hundreds of thousands of people, and we were only tens of thousands of people."

Du Baosan nodded and said, "Chief of Staff, order to change the defense at 12 o'clock tonight, and the 39th Division will garrison the 29th Division to rest and wait for an opportunity to counterattack." He looked at his watch and said to Sun Liechen: "Teacher Sun, there are still six hours left. Can you persevere?"

"Yes!" Sun Liechen gritted his teeth and returned to the front line command post. Several brigades sent communication soldiers to ask Sun Liechen for reinforcements. The front troops were reduced by one-third. If it weren't for the strong resilience of the Chinese soldiers, the battle would have been defeated long ago. "Damn it, tell them that there were no reinforcements. Stand until before 12 o'clock in the evening, and the 12:39th Division will change defenses." Sun Liechen shouted. After conveying the order, the division's staff officer Zou Fen said: "Some places are indeed not possible. I will lead the team to support myself."

"Where are you getting the troops?" Sun Liechen said strangely, "I have to take the teaching group (supplementary group) away from the army, and say that the teaching group is unified training. I fuck his grandma, which bastard came up with the reorganization plan. If I had a teaching group here, would I still have to scratch my head?"

Zou Fen said: "I have prepared the engineering camp and the logistics camp. I will take three engineering camps to the front, and the logistics camp will be left for you."

Sun Liechen said worriedly: "Engineering Battalion? Can those who hold shovels do it?"

"Don't underestimate the engineering camp." Zou Fen smiled, "These kids are also a group of northwestern wolves."

"Okay, go." Sun Liechen said, reminding him: "Remember, hold on until twelve o'clock in the evening, brother...you...be careful." He suddenly felt a little cramped intestinal pain and held his stomach. Zou Fen hurriedly asked, "Master, you are..."

"It's an old problem." Sun Liechen gritted his teeth and took out the black pills from his pocket, swallowed them, and it took a long time to stop the cold sweat. Zou Fen asked, "Your disease... why don't I know?"

"I didn't think it was so serious these days." Sun Liechen endured the pain and wiped his sweat, and smiled reluctantly: "I am a disease of wealth and honor. I didn't feel so painful when I was in the Central Plains. It hurts as soon as I arrived in the Western Regions."

"I'll call the military doctor." Zou Fen said.

Sun Liechen shook his head and said, "They? They are okay for surgery, anesthesia, etc., but they are afraid they can't do this kind of stomach and intestinal diseases. I have medicine here."

"It's really okay?"

"It's okay, don't think much of my Chief of Staff." Sun Liechen said with a hearty smile.

Zou Fen reminded: "You are the backbone of our 29th Division, so take care of yourself."

"Talking." Sun Liechen smiled.

Zou Fen walked out, and rows of national defense soldiers stood in the yard. The star officer pointed at the three engineer battalions. All 930 people were here, and none of them fled for fear of the war. Zou Fen nodded with satisfaction and smiled faintly: "You shouldn't go to the battlefield. You are engineers and operating troops, but the battle situation is urgent..."
Chapter completed!