First, an ambush of musketeers exposed the Volunteer Army's position. When the Volunteer Army counterattacked, the ambush's hand-to-hand combat suddenly attacked from the flanks and disrupted the Volunteer Army's combat rhythm. This is the most commonly used combat method by the experienced Russian army.
Don't think that these polar bears are all big-headed and brainless. On the contrary, these people are extremely cunning in fighting. They know that although the volunteers are poorly trained, their weapons and equipment are better than the Tsarist Russian army.
The Mauser rifle has a long range and high accuracy, and the Spencer rifle has a fast firing speed. Coupled with various types of grenades, the Russian troops who charged blindly suffered a lot.
At this time, the successor Russian officers came up with a good idea. They first used musketeers to ambush the building and suddenly opened fire to attract the attention of the Chinese. When the counterattack firepower exposed the Chinese's position, the Russian army picked thousands of The melee warriors will quietly infiltrate the flanks.
Launching a swooping attack at the nearest distance, the volunteers' attention was focused on the buildings at this time. The defense on the flanks was already weak. It took time to reload the rifle, and it was even too late to throw the grenade.
Why this night battle is so difficult now has a lot to do with this cunning tactic.
The Tsarist Russian commanders were very confident in the hand-to-hand combat capabilities of their soldiers. They believed that as long as the hand-to-hand warriors could safely break through the 30-meter most dangerous firepower net in front of the volunteers, victory would definitely belong to them after the hand-to-hand combat.
Even if the entire war ends in failure, such attrition tactics can greatly destroy the effective strength of the volunteers, which will reduce the pressure on subsequent reinforcements.
"We may fail in the battle of Vladivostok, but in this great war in the entire Far East, we, Tsarist Russia, will eventually win..."
Diyachenko looked at the front line where the sound of killing was loud and stood on the beach of the Amur Bay. In front of him was the small sampan sent by the Aleut. Etolin specially invited the commander-in-chief to quickly transfer to the ship and continue to command on the battleship. fighting.
Originally, Diyachenko was ready to die for his country. He had prepared pistols and poison. He decided to die with the city. However, he never expected that when the volunteers broke through to four kilometers behind the wall, Vadim and Andreev actually led other battalions to firmly withstand the Chinese attack.
They actually managed to stabilize their position through hand-to-hand combat. Now Diyachenko's mind became more active. It seemed like he wouldn't die! Let this war drag on indefinitely and let more and more volunteers die. In the end, the cavalry will arrive and the victory will ultimately belong to the Tsar.
Since we must win in the end, I am so full that I will die for my country! I'm not that stupid. I'll get on the armored ship to hide from the limelight.
But Jiyachenko never expected that the slight advantage gained in hand-to-hand combat would not last long. After the volunteers began to distribute new weapons, the battle situation took a turn for the worse.
Xiang Shaolong's eyes narrowed and he shouted, "Let's do a sneak attack, I'm your ancestor!" The 120mm shotgun in his backhand was pressed against his shoulder. Lord Long knew that the recoil of this thing must be huge, so he exerted all his strength in his Dantian. With the Qi guard at the waist, he bent his left leg and supported his right leg on the ground, and pulled the trigger hard with his right index finger.
The burning match rope happened to be pressed against the door of the fire. There was a muffled bang and a puff of white smoke enveloped Mr. Long and the surrounding soldiers.
"Cough, cough, cough... such a big smoke... cough, cough, cough... such a big recoil..." The shoulder blades behind Mr. Long were so painful from the impact, which shows how many explosives were packed there.
Smoothbore weapons are absolutely bound to leak air, so when such weapons are fired, there will always be a muffled sound, and there is no possibility of a crisp sound. After the muffled sound, the charging Rakshasa ghosts on the opposite side were stunned.
Even though they are well-informed, they have never seen a musket that sprays so much white smoke at once. Moreover, in the dark, why are those guns so thick? Could it be artillery! But the artillery cannot be fired from the shoulder.
These people didn't even have a second to think about it. There was an almost instantaneous bang, and a dark cloud came over them. The four Russian soldiers who were rushing at the front seemed to have been hit by heavy iron door panels. The same thing happened, and it fell to the ground.
It was such a pleasure to die, and the four soldiers returned to the underworld without any delay, but the six soldiers behind them were unlucky, their faces were pricked with iron nails and iron sand.
These Rakshasa ghosts covered their faces in pain and rolled all over the ground. Their screams frightened the ambushing Rakshasa musketeers to stop shooting, and they all looked around to see what kind of magic the Chinese had used.
After three seconds of silence, Long Ye's guards burst out with a burst of long-lived roars, "Long live! It was a great fight..." Four soldiers jumped out from the hiding place, rushed forward with military spurs in their hands, and slashed all the screaming Rakshasa ghosts. Stabbed to death.
Then he carefully inspected the body, turned around and shouted to the general with a smile, "It's so powerful that the nails were driven into the brain, and the iron sand was shot into the internal organs..."
Master Long finally breathed a sigh of relief. He took out his pocket watch and looked at it, "It's half past one in the morning... there's still time. Send the order, save shotgun ammunition, and end this battle at dawn!"
“We’re going to have breakfast in the city!”
The power of shotguns has been proven time and again by the volunteers, especially Lin Zhen, Qiu Wei and Yan Xing. They have conducted test firing training on battleships before and are very familiar with the various properties of shotguns.
Wherever the shouts of killing are the loudest, there are their figures. Those Rakshasa ghosts armed with sabers, felling axes, and bayonets are rushing up to fight for their lives in waves. They are reduced to a pulp time and time again by the rain of bullets sprayed by shotguns. .
This was simply a one-sided massacre. One wave came forward and another wave was swept away, and another wave was swept down again. No matter how strong the polar bear was, it could not resist this heavy rain of iron nails that covered its head and face.
"Artillery! These Chinese have developed artillery that can be fired in their hands! It's so despicable! We can't rush through..."
"Ah! God! Help us defeat these enemies! Attack... attack... wuwuwu, damn, I really can't do it!"
After this battle, this shotgun got a resounding nickname, called "Oriental Hand Cannon", but the volunteers preferred to call it "Far East Swarm".
The battle situation finally turned. 250 shotguns and thousands of rounds of ammunition withstood the Rakshasa ghost's crazy counterattack. The calm volunteers once again took advantage of their numbers and rifle range. They fought steadily and finally broke through the four levels. Kilometers of defense line, the war zone is recommended a little bit to the south.
Xiao Letian put down the telescope and smiled happily, "You are indeed a fighting nation! You can still explode with such fighting power after being surrounded for a whole winter. You are indeed a group of enemies worthy of respect!"
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