"Fuck! Don't run!"
Zhao Xuwu held a pistol and crept to the vicinity of the deer. Then he took careful aim and shot six consecutive shots at one of the doe, emptying the magazine in one go.
As the favored sons of heaven, air force pilots have various preferential treatment. It is almost the default rule to choose their own self-defense weapons. Zhao Xuwu is no exception.
The Browning M7906 pocket pistol he used was a product of the pocket pistol trend that swept the world at the beginning of the century. It was very small and no bigger than the palm of an adult male, so it was called the "Palm Thunder" in the Ming Dynasty.
Correspondingly, the power of the .25ACP pistol bullet it fired was extremely weak, only more than 100 joules.
As a result, the doe, which had been shot three times, ran away in panic, and the Siberian red deer disappeared in a flash.
"Trash! It's worthless!"
If you are used to living a life of pampering, you will naturally be prone to all kinds of ridiculous things when encountering actual combat. For example, Zhao Xuwu has stepped on almost all the pitfalls.
Now he could only helplessly chase the deer in the direction in which the herd was fleeing, hoping that the injured doe would not have the strength to run too far.
A moment later...
Second Lieutenant Gavriel led a dozen cavalrymen to the place where the gunshots had just been heard.
They searched the surrounding fields carefully, and it didn't take long before they found traces of people trampling on the grass.
Gavriel turned over and dismounted, bowed and looked at the series of footprints for a while - the grass had been trampled and broken, but it was still very conspicuous if you looked closer.
"The fresh trace is him."
"Shall we just follow the footprints?"
"etc."
Gavriel stepped on the stirrups, then held his mount, then stood up directly, picked up the telescope and looked towards the southwest.
Standing high and seeing far, standing safely on the horse to search the surrounding environment is a compulsory course for cavalry units from all over the world. Some brave cavalrymen with advanced skills can even stand on the back of the horse.
Soon, he spotted a figure a few kilometers away - walking quickly, wearing the same clothes as a Ming army pilot.
"Let's go! Capture him and take him back. No one will care about us even if we get drunk tonight."
The cavalry cheered a few times, then quickly sat back on their horses, shaking the reins and making the mounts run forward quickly.
It didn't take long for Zhao Xuwu, who was following the bloodstains on the ground to track the deer, realized something was wrong.
Not far ahead is a stream, which originates from the Chersky Mountains in front of it. Because the drop here is not small, the water flow is a bit turbulent.
Zhao Xuwu was debating whether to bravely go directly into the water. Suddenly, the crisp sound of gunfire came from behind.
"boom--"
He looked back and saw more than ten cavalrymen galloping towards them. The Russian cavalrymen fired into the air while riding their horses.
Aha?
Zhao Xuwu was so surprised that he couldn't believe his eyes - how did these old fools find him?
He originally thought that no one would notice his crash, so he would not be pursued by the enemy. That meant that he could do whatever he wanted in this desolate wilderness, he only needed to find ways to fight against nature.
Unexpectedly, the crashed plane was discovered? At the same time, the Russian army actually sent a patrol.
Obviously there is no room for resistance now. How can a small pistol compete with a dozen lances?
Damn bad luck! These old guys won't take their grievances out on themselves, right?
When will the prisoners of war be exchanged? I agreed to go to Yanjing for vacation with my fiancée, but it seems I have to break my promise.
At this moment, Zhao Xuwu thought a lot. He stood there, slowly took out his pistol and threw it to the ground.
But as the enemy troops got closer and closer, he suddenly felt that it was very shameful to surrender without doing anything. It was such a shame!
So he bent down and picked up the pistol, then turned and ran away.
This actually confused the Russian cavalry who were coming - you are very cunning, you just faked a shot, right?
After running for tens of meters, Zhao Xuwu, who looked nervous, stopped at the edge of the stream and hesitated for a few seconds. But when he looked back, he saw that the shouting enemy troops were coming at a high speed!
He simply changed his mind and jumped straight into the water.
In such a high latitude place, the streams originating from the mountains are naturally very cool, probably just above freezing.
The flight suit was soaked with water in an instant, and the biting cold water made him shiver involuntarily, and then he continued to tremble.
After rolling up and down and left and right in the slightly turbulent stream for a while, I finally stabilized my body, and then my right leg hit another rock.
In pain, he subconsciously opened his mouth and choked on the cold water.
Half a minute later, when Lieutenant Gavriel led the cavalry to the edge of the stream, he could only see a figure floating in the water gradually drifting away.
"Damn it! Damn it! These cunning Khitans!"
It is not easy to chase along the stream. There are bumps of different heights on the bank from time to time, as well as large areas of shrubs and woods.
Why doesn't this guy know his identity? If he is captured obediently, then after we return to the base, we can eat meat and drink wine. After we are full and drunk, we can choose a beautiful military prostitute to have a good sleep. How comfortable will it be?
As a result, this guy actually jumped into the water and slipped into the water. Now he was in a dilemma.
If you let him go, all your previous efforts will be wasted; if you continue to pursue him, it will be extremely troublesome.
"Continue, chase!" the dark-faced Second Lieutenant Gavriel ordered loudly.
The extremely depressed Russian cavalry shook their reins, and more than ten cavalrymen began to chase northwest along the shore.
After stabilizing his body in the stream, Zhao Xuwu tried his best to stay calm and analyze the current situation.
This stream originates from the mountains and flows from southeast to northwest, which is exactly opposite to your goal, so you must get ashore as soon as possible.
In order to reduce the possibility of being discovered, you cannot go ashore from a flat beach. You have to find a place full of rocks or shrubs to go ashore.
After judging that he had drifted about three kilometers, he swam hard to the side, and then, looking at the right moment, he grabbed a branch that was almost close to the water...
After returning to land, Zhao Xuwu didn't care about anything else and walked quickly towards the south without daring to stay for a minute.
The wet clothes made him shiver with cold, and his body would consume more calories in order to fight the low temperature. He had also expended a lot of extra effort to maintain his shape in the stream, and now he was almost exhausted.
He knew that he had to make a fire as soon as possible to dispel the cold, and once it got dark, he would almost certainly die in wet clothes.
So he found a nearby slope, found a depression on the back, then used a dagger to chop some branches randomly, and lit a bonfire with a lighter under the big tree.
In this way, the smoke rising from the campfire will be dispersed and diluted by the branches and leaves, reducing the possibility of being discovered.
If the army infantry saw his clumsy approach, they would definitely laugh at him - how to make a fire covertly is a basic skill, and the scouts are the best at this. If they fail the assessment, they will not be able to eat that day.
Fortunately, not many Russian troops came to search for Zhao Xuwu, and no one found him until the sun went down.
Although the feeling of an empty stomach was very uncomfortable, he was sleepy and tired and had no choice but to take a night's rest.
He took out a photo of himself and his fiancée and looked at it for a while, then fell asleep with toffee in his mouth and a parachute.
It was a thrilling day for Zhao Xuwu, but on the front line of the battle between the two sides, the situation was completely different.
From morning to evening, the Russian 66th Infantry Brigade, which was ordered to cross the border, suffered five air attacks of varying sizes.
Although they chose to retreat last night, to Colonel Vadim's horror, the Ming army unexpectedly appeared behind them!
The rear road was blocked, the front was violently attacked, and air raids were continued during the period. This "overwhelmed" situation brought the Russian army to the verge of collapse.
I finally managed to hold on until the sun went down, but reinforcements were still on the way, and my situation was still bad.
"Kuzma, that stupid circus clown, what is he doing? He should have been here at noon! He has to be court-martialed!"
The Kuzma whom Colonel Vadim complained about was the acting commander of the 40th Infantry Division - a thin guy who usually liked to laugh and laugh.
This order to proactively cross the border to stir up trouble was so hasty that the frontline troops were in a hurry and were completely unprepared.
Some aircraft of the Air Force are still under maintenance, and the army units are not fully staffed; the commander of the 40th Infantry Division is even still in St. Petersburg for treatment, so that he has to be handed over to others to take command.
The 40th Division actually tried its best to reach the front line, but there were also a lot of aerial bombs falling on them. Although it was the same five times, the scale of the air raid was larger.
The Russian army was in disarray after being bombed. They finally gathered their troops and restored order, but then they were attacked by air strikes again...
Repeatedly, we only traveled ten kilometers throughout the day.
As a professional soldier, Colonel Vadim hated this kind of military operation purely for political reasons, but he had to carry it out.
In his opinion, taking the initiative to cross the border and stir up trouble without adequate preparation was simply asking for trouble. Those guys in St. Petersburg simply didn't take them seriously.
Now... As expected, are you asking for trouble? Looking at this posture, the entire army might be wiped out!
More than 6,000 people from the entire 66th Brigade were squeezed into an area of less than five square kilometers and were trapped three kilometers away from the border.
After a whole day of hard work, the Russian army occupied seven highlands or hills as commanding heights. The brigade headquarters was located on the back slope of one of the hills, intending to fight the Ming army to the end and wait for reinforcements.
"They (the 40th Infantry Division) will be here tomorrow, we just have to hold on through the night."
Colonel Vadim glanced at the officers in the headquarters and saw that everyone's fighting spirit was low, so he added: "Don't you even have a little bit of the spirit of the Russian warriors? God bless, we will definitely succeed..."
"boom!"
His words were interrupted by a sudden huge roar - it was a 112㎜ explosive bomb.
Immediately afterwards, explosions as dense as exploding beans rushed into the simple field command post that was leaking from all sides.
"Damn it!" Colonel Vadim turned around and walked out of the shelter.
Just as he looked up to the south, two bright red light groups trailed up into the deep night sky.
A few seconds later, three or four bright white light groups suddenly appeared in the sky. They shot out countless rays of light, illuminating the entire field as bright as day in an instant.
The dazzling white light of up to 300,000 candelas causes temporary blindness to those who accidentally glimpse it, leaving only a vast expanse of white in front of their eyes.
Then, the rapid bombardment that followed turned several of the commanding heights into a sea of flames, and as far as the eye could see, there were only explosions and flames coming and going.
"Let them report the situation! Immediately!" Vadim ordered loudly, pointing to a hill one kilometer away.
It was obvious that the Ming army did not want them to survive tonight.
From ancient times to the present, launching night attacks has been extremely risky. In ancient times, only a small number of elite soldiers could carry out night combat operations. In addition to being experienced and easy to organize, only elite soldiers with adequate nutrition will not be troubled by night blindness.
In fact, the Ming army does not put night fighting as the first choice in tactics. Night fighting is the next best choice. Because the risks are mutual, the enemy's army is indeed prone to collapse, but the difficulty of one's own command and organization will also rise sharply.
If you are sure to defeat your opponent when you operate during the day, then it is not appropriate to choose to operate at night.
However, compared to the Forbidden Army that had been stationed in northern Xinjiang for many years, the army units that had been stationed in northern Xinjiang for a long time were much more skilled in night fighting - there were more training and exercises, and the officers and soldiers were more psychologically adapted.
Different from the reckless night fighting performance of the 3rd Guards Brigade during the Battle of Demaji, which was full of omissions, the 47th Army Division launched operations with unique tactics.
The artillery support is very short-lived and does not use continuous bombardment. It is basically rapid fire.
Each battalion temporarily sets up three to four "Jian'er Teams". The so-called "Jian'er Team", as the name suggests, is a sharp-edged assault unit. It is relatively large in scale but flexible in organization. It is usually based on an infantry platoon and reinforced with some submachine guns or automatic guns. , as well as mortars and heavy machine guns.
These elite troops quietly approached the enemy's positions in the dark of night. After the short burst of artillery fire, they immediately launched an assault on the enemy in front of them, or they continued to remain silent and quietly penetrated across the front line.
At the same time, each regiment and battalion will also prepare the main attack team, usually two to three teams, waiting for the opportunity.
Multi-point penetration and concentrated breakthrough are the principles used by the Northern Army in night battles and have proven successful time and time again.
At 22:46 in the evening, the temperature was already relatively cold at about 7°C. When the wind blew, the all-pervasive cold wind got into the clothes.
"Boom boom boom—boom boom—"
Defending the Zero 71 Highland were two infantry companies of the 131st Regiment of the 66th Brigade. In just four minutes, more than 600 artillery shells of different calibers fell on them.
Such intensive artillery fire stunned most of the Tsarist Russian soldiers. Many people's eyes were blank, and their ears could only hear a continuous buzzing sound. When they coughed, their internal injuries were affected, and their whole bodies were shaking with pain.
"Stay alert! Hurry!"
"What are you doing?! Pick up the gun!"
The officers were shouting loudly, but at this moment, a shrill and sharp "music" suddenly came from not far ahead.
As the saying goes, people are ruthless and don't talk much. The Jian'er team basically won't shout or bluff before launching an attack. Everything is concealed first.
But when the assault begins, it is necessary to give the opponent an overwhelming blow in terms of momentum.
Two seconds later, several dull "bang bang" sounds were heard, and then a few black things fell on the position.
"Grenade?!"
"Boom! Boom!"
Amid the screams, a dozen figures rushed to the position before the explosion's fire was completely swallowed up by the night.
"The enemy! There!!!"
The map of the Easter egg chapter has been updated, and the high-definition version has been posted in the book review area. Unfortunately, the post is still under review.
(End of chapter)
