, wonderful and free of pop-ups! It took a battalion of Cossack cavalry a total of eleven minutes to advance four kilometers and avoid obstacles in the fighting zone. For the Fuso warriors and Far Eastern indigenous soldiers who had deployed their defenses, these eleven minutes were no less than a long century.
The battlefield was littered with corpses of men and horses. Except for the cavalry who were killed on the spot, all the remaining Cossacks who could fight died in the shooting position. Everyone died in battle and no one escaped.
Fierce as a beast, powerful as a machine! The Cossacks taught these volunteers a lesson with powerful combat power that is beyond human comprehension. You are always new students in the war, and you still have a lot to go.
A long wound was opened on Maori Yiyuan's shoulder, and the enemy's corpse was trampled under his feet, but he did not feel the slightest joy of victory. Look at a brother in the trenches who actually let a sword-wielding cavalry kill three of them. If If he hadn't practiced his swordsmanship and sumo wrestling skills freely, I'm afraid he would have been the fourth one.
He sat on the sandbag and stared blankly at the buttocks of the two hundred cavalry horses that had escaped from the defense line. He kept muttering, "Is this still a human being? Is this still a human being?"
The soldier behind him was tremblingly using needle and thread to sew up the wound on Maori Yiyuan's shoulder. His blood-stained hands slipped out from between his fingers.
"Sir...sir! How many reinforcements does the enemy have? Are...all like this!"
"Baga! Are you scared? You coward..." Maoli Yiyuan suddenly turned around and moved the needle and thread. The wound that had just been half-sewed was stabbed and torn open again, and clotted black and purple blood began to flow out.
"Sir, be careful!" The soldier's face turned pale with fright, and Maori Yiyuan's muscles on his face were trembling with pain, but he could not flinch, and he could not show his weakness in front of the soldiers.
"Why panic! Re-sew... Don't be afraid. The enemy is also a human being. He will bleed if cut with a knife, and die if a bullet penetrates him... As long as you are not afraid of death, then why are you afraid of him?"
"Yes...Sir, I'm not afraid of death. I came here to serve as a soldier to take revenge. My family was burned down by these beasts. I owe my parents' lives and I will go and ask for them myself..."
Maori Yiyuan forced a smile and said, "Is this right! Since they are all dead, death is equal. If you are not afraid of death, why are you still afraid of these Rakshasa ghosts? Could you be killed by some kind of enemy? , will the result be any different?"
Maori Yiyuan slowly enlightened these soldiers, and the morale that had just been shaken gradually stabilized. However, he knew his own affairs well, and Maori Yiyuan was actually shocked by these terrible enemies in his heart.
It is a kind of non-human fighting spirit. It is a stone heart frozen by the ice and snow in the cold zone. Without any warmth or human tenderness, it is a group of trapped beasts who cannot survive. They must survive even if they are dying. Scared you to death.
Maori Yiyuan really didn't know how many enemies were about to charge behind him, but he knew that this was just the prelude to the cruelest war.
The needle and thread finally sewed up the bone-deep wound, and wrapped it in layers of thick gauze. This time the pain was much better than before. Maori Yiyuan shouted to Shimadzu Asukabe in the distance, "What are your casualties..."
"It's not big, you can still hold it, what about you..."
"Damn, as long as you are still alive, I can't die... The whole army is replenishing ammunition and treating the wounded. The second wave of enemies is coming soon..."
"Be smart. Fighting is a matter of fighting once and getting familiar with it. The more you fight, the more experienced you will be. In the end, you will become veterans... remember the lessons we just learned!"
"First... don't throw grenades after the cavalry is dispersed. It's a waste!"
"Second... only select the nearest target for rifle shooting. Don't aim for a long time. Enemies who run past will be handed over to friendly forces behind!"
"Third... once an enemy rushes up to fight melee, don't hesitate... fight three of them immediately, never fight alone!"
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The officers' reminders came and went in the battle formation. Gradually, the morale of the army began to stabilize. The seriously injured were carried out of the position, the lightly wounded began to bandage each other, the bullets were reloaded, and the crooked bayonets were replaced with new ones.
But at this moment, everyone no longer cares about the quality of the bayonet. This assault battle allowed them to experience the wonderful use of the engineer shovel. Although the blade of this thing is not sharp, it is heavy and powerful. It is of suitable length and can be swung with great force.
The bullet will only hit the enemy with a transparent hole, and the bayonet will not kill the enemy immediately if it penetrates the body. Although the Fuso samurai's tachi is useful, it cannot be used by everyone, but the engineer shovel fills the gap of melee weapons.
When this baby is rounded, it can be shot, chopped, stabbed... it can even dig a hole to bury your body. It is really an indispensable treasure for killing people and stealing goods at home.
This time, the rough gravel did not rub the bayonet but the cutting edge of the engineer's shovel. There was a hoarse friction sound throughout the position, which was so irritating that people had goosebumps all over their bodies.
Just as these soldiers were re-energized and nervously preparing for battle, the two hundred Cossacks who rushed out finally rushed to their intended destination, the edge of the Amur Gulf and the mouth of the Suifen River.
After rushing through the defensive position set up by the Fuso warriors, this is a vast open space, which is still four or five kilometers away from the main battlefield of Vladivostok. This is the defensive gap of the Volunteer Army.
Some troops in the distant city have begun to move over, but they have not yet joined Shimazu Asuka and the others. There are only scattered teams on the battlefield organized in squads and platoons trying to fight against these cavalry.
But once the cavalry picked up speed and there were no obstacles to stop them, these small number of infantry were no match at all. The Cossack cavalry dispersed ten waves of volunteers along the way, and no one could stop them.
The sea is right in front of us, and the dividing line between fresh water and sea water is so obvious. The river is still frozen but the sea has become rough.
"We're finally here! We've finally completed our mission! Raise the eagle flag high! Sound the bugle..."
Double-headed eagles hunted and fluttered in the sky, charging bugles resounded throughout the bay, and the sharp sounds of ten bugles pierced the explosions in the bay and penetrated into the hearts of every Tsarist Russian navy.
"Listen! What is that sound? It's the Army's Charge... Wait, there's also the sound of the communication signal... Look, we're due north..."
At this moment, the naval battle has reached the most critical moment. Six warships, including the flagship Aleut, have sunk, and other warships have also been seriously injured. After more than an hour of fighting, only four small gunboats broke out of the Chinese encirclement. .
Diyachenko had been forcibly rescued on the ship. He was as cold as a drowned rat. He leaned against a safe corner of the deck and shivered. "Why don't you let me die? It's time for me to die for my country. Why are you stopping me..." His mental state was obviously abnormal.
But at this moment, the familiar bugle sound sounded. He was proficient in all kinds of bugle sounds as he was born in the army. He subconsciously shouted it without any translation by his subordinates.
