The biggest failure of Fadeev's Eastern expedition was the lack of intelligence, which was restricted by the backward communication technology of the 19th century and, of course, the backward construction progress of the telegraph network in Asia.
This famous general with great reputation in Central Asia was fighting completely in a fog. Much of the Far East intelligence he obtained was from three or four years ago.
If he had known about Hunchun's mutiny earlier, he might have forcibly crossed the river upstream of Aihun City, and he would have even led troops to besiege Aihun City to rescue his good ally Tepuxin.
If he could have known that Jiangxin Island's opponent was not some unknown general, nor Xiang Shaolong himself, but actually the leader of the Chinese clan, Xiao Letian, then he would not have launched this hasty attack.
It is the traditional concept that kills people. Fadeyev has a deep-rooted prejudice against the Chinese. In his mind, the officials of the Qing Dynasty are all corrupt and weaklings like Tepuxin. It is not a problem to betray the country even if they are given enough benefits.
As for the leaders of the Chinese people, they are all cowards who don't want to get close to the broken wall. Some of them are talented but are very afraid of death and care about their own lives.
Look at the former Emperor Xianfeng. Half of the country in the south was lost. The Manchu and Qing armies failed again and again, and the Jiangnan camp was massacred one after another.
If this kind of thing had been left to the Tsar, he would have already led the expedition himself. At that time, it was absolutely impossible not to rely on the monarch's prestige to stabilize the morale of the army. But it is obvious that the monarchs of the Qing Dynasty cherished their own bodies, and they would not risk their lives.
Therefore, Fadeev relied on his previous experience to judge. He believed that the general commanding the squadron this time was probably Xiang Shaolong himself, or even a senior civilian official under Xiang Shaolong.
Generally speaking, civil servants use more desperate measures such as Jianbi Qingye, because the perspective of civil servants tends to be strategic.
Fadeev thought a lot, but he didn't expect that it was Xiao Letian himself who led the troops this time. This was the tragedy of the Cossack Expeditionary Force.
Time passed by minute by second, and at 1:50 in the afternoon, the Cossack army was finally ready for battle, and the tense atmosphere before the battle affected everyone.
"General... say something!" An adjutant whispered softly into Fadeev's ear, but he didn't expect that he was actually given a hard look by the legion commander with his eyes.
"What are you talking about? What is there to say? The situation is still the same. All soldiers know very well that if they don't fight, they will die. What is there to say?"
"Do you think the brave Cossacks still need the encouragement of words? The enemy is there, and the dangers and opportunities are also there. Since everyone knows where is the only direction to live, why do you need me to inspire you?"
"God protect these children! They will win!"
The bugle of the charge suddenly sounded, and the number of cavalrymen in the first wave of attack on the 200-meter-wide assault cross section exceeded 2,000! In the military formations one after another, the commander suddenly drew his saber and said, "God bless the Cossacks! Charge and never retreat!"
"Ula...kill...Ula..."
The ground suddenly shook. The leading troops let go of their horse's reins and stabbed their spurs into the horse's belly. The painful horse jumped into the air and charged towards Jiangxin Island.
The 600-meter-wide river was instantly filled with war horses. Fortunately, the ice layer was more than one meter thick, otherwise this wave of charge would have shattered the ice of the entire river.
"Every unit is ready! Prepare to shoot...get closer and then attack! Gatling fires at 300 meters...and the other rifles fire at 100 meters...Once the enemy rushes ashore, blow them up with grenades!"
Xiao Letian also became nervous, "Silence the artillery! You must not fire without my order! Take your time, we can't scare these Rakshasa ghosts, we must let out a lot of blood... Artillery is prohibited from firing, and violators will be punished on the spot. Shot!"
"Hehehe..." Xiao Letian rubbed his hands with a smile, "Is this the beginning? Let's play slowly. We can't scare you all at once. I have to let you see some hope!"
Fadeyev's hands were wet with cold sweat. He stared nervously at the group of running cavalry. At that moment, he felt that time passed by us so slowly. How could it take so long to run across a river that is only 600 meters wide?
Just as the cavalry vanguard rushed through the middle section of the river, four camouflaged shooting positions were suddenly opened on the island in the center of the river on the south bank. At the officer's command, the rope net covered with dead branches and leaves was lifted, and the four fixed on Gatlin inside the fortification showed his ferocious fangs.
"Fire..." At the command, the shooter pulled the trigger, a heavy copper sound sounded, and the huge recoil shook all the muscles in the shooter's body.
Facing such a dense wave of cavalry at such a close distance, there is no need to aim at all. As long as you load and shoot at a steady pace, only the veterans with the best psychological quality can control the Gatling gun at this moment. The hand-cranked reloading equipment must be Ensuring a steady speed and concentration can prevent jamming.
Fortunately, Xiao Letian thought of this problem in advance. Each of these old Gatlings is equipped with a squad of auxiliary troops, and even emergency maintenance personnel. This ensures that every Gatling has continuous Continuous firepower output.
This was simply a one-sided massacre. All the volunteers in the camp went crazy with excitement. The Cossack cavalry in front of them fell down one after another. The horses neighed and the people screamed. It was nothing more than the Shura Hell.
If you fall off your horse, you will die, and the cavalry behind will trample your comrades to death, but the cavalry charge is like this. Once the speed increases, it is difficult to turn back.
"Well done! Kill these Rakshasa ghosts! Prepare for war, prepare for war... The enemy has entered the 200-meter range..."
Fadeyev felt as if his heart had been squeezed by a big hand and felt extremely painful. "Gatlin...damn it was Gatlin during the American Civil War! How could they have such a good product..."
If Tsarist Russia faced the Manchus, then Tsarist Russia would definitely be a powerful and advanced country. But compared with countries such as Britain and France, Tsarist Russia is just a group of poor country bumpkins in the eyes of those old imperialist countries.
Whether it is politics, economy, military, culture... Tsarist Russia is weaker than the powerful countries in Western and Southern Europe in all aspects. Only a small number of the Tsarist Guards are qualified to equip Gatlin.
The Cossacks in Central Asia did not have that qualification at all. Perhaps in the hearts of the Tsarist Russian military, those who slaughtered some primitive people in Central Asia who wielded knives simply did not have the use of these delicate weapons. How could they kill chickens with a sledgehammer?
Reality gave Fadeev a hard slap in the face. In his mind, he always thought that the volunteers were just a group of rebel thugs armed with old firearms and even swords, guns and clubs. He never thought that Xiao Letian had already used countless weapons for this war. One billion silver dollars in military spending.
For the sake of the war, a serious financial crisis even broke out in Jiangnan. The Chinese devoted all their efforts to fight this war, and the powerful destructive power unleashed was beyond the imagination of these Central Asian country bumpkins.
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