At five o'clock in the morning on August 27, as the sky just started to turn from black to white, the artillery position of the Northern Navy opened fire first. The target of the bombardment was the artillery corner fort in the third trench of the Russian army four kilometers away. There are five such artillery corner forts outside Yaksa City, each with 3 to 4 12-pound cannons mounted on them.
In the era of line tactics, the shape of this kind of artillery corner fort was a two-meter-high triangular arch. On the outside of the arch was a two-meter-deep trench connected with the trench. No matter where the enemy entered in front of the triangular fort, If you attack from any direction, you will receive a condescending blow. The Russian infantry can also reach the interior of the corner fort from both sides of the trench and step on the steps to attack the attacking infantry.
The problem is that the North Korean navy will not fight the Russian army like this. The reason why Zhao Xin chose this time to launch was to make the Russian army confused about its artillery positions.
"What a pity!" Suvorov said lightly in the headquarters of Yaksa City, with no expression on his face. In fact, he didn't expect that the enemy on the opposite side would attack half an hour earlier than him.
"Order all the artillery on the third line of defense to shoot in the direction of the enemy. The Siberian Chasseur Battalion launches a probing attack from the southeast to the enemy's left wing. If my guess is correct, they have already dispatched. Inform Ancient City Island to pay attention to the enemy's fleet. If there is any movement, report it immediately."
On the Russian defense line, a heavy shelling sounded from the southernmost side. The 24-pound shells ejected from the muzzle with a burst of fire amidst the rumbling sound of the North Navy's guns on the opposite side, and then disappeared. A few minutes later, the second and third shelling from the Russian position shook the air one after another; from south to north, the fourth and fifth shelling continued to roar.
Before the initial shelling sound completely disappeared, the shelling sound from other triangular fortresses rang out again. They scrambled to be the first, and all the guns fired in unison.
The Northern Navy's artillery fire followed the frequency of one test shot and then five salvos, knocking out several triangular fortresses on the periphery of the Russian defense line one by one; then the artillery fire began to extend westward.
There were soldiers behind the parapets and in the trenches of the second trench defense line outside Yaksa. In the open space between the third and second trenches, clouds of mud and black smoke continued to rise as if out of thin air. First they appeared singly, and then they flashed in groups; sometimes sparsely, sometimes densely, clusters of exploding fire expanded with the air masses, surging and rolling, blending into one.
On the starting position of the Northern Navy, whistles sounded one after another, and the position was like boiling water. Two battalions of infantry jumped out of the trenches and began to advance towards the right wing of the Russian army.
Relying on the three-three tactics, more than a thousand Northern Navy soldiers opened up a wide attack area. They covered each other and crossed forward. In the eyes of the Russian army on the opposite side, this scene became like waves, one after another. Wave after wave came towards them.
"God! How many people did they send out!"
"What a bunch of lunatics, how could they be so offensive!"
"Hurry and take cover!" The speaker was a veteran who had fought against the North Navy. "Brothers, pay attention to concealment! The enemy's rifle has a long range."
In the open space in front of the two parapets of the third trench, two eight-pound cannons were dragged into position by dozens of Russian soldiers. After another ten seconds, with two "boom" sounds, two artillery shells were ejected from the muzzle accompanied by fire. After gliding hundreds of meters in the air, they landed on the grassy wilderness and continued to bounce forward. It rose up and finally disappeared helplessly into the grass.
"No! The 8-pounder can't reach the enemy. Where is our 12-pounder?" the Russian gunner shouted.
The artillery warrant officer on the side sighed, his face covered in gunpowder smoke.
Twenty minutes after the North Korean navy launched its bombardment, about fifty Russian soldiers were carried out of the two triangular gun forts; except for one 12-pounder gun that was blown over and the barrel was intact, the other five guns were destroyed.
As the attacking North Korean navy entered a position more than 2,000 meters away from the Russian position, the mortar groups following behind also opened fire. The drones shuttled and stayed in the sky, and the observers in the camp constantly reported the distance and position of the Russian firepower points to the mortar batteries ahead. 4-kilogram grenades landed scatteredly on the right wing of the Russian army's third semicircular trench, and artillery shells flying from further away made a sharp whistling sound.
"Admiral, the enemy's artillery fire was too fierce, and our artillery forts in front have been completely lost."
"Have you found the enemy's artillery position?" Suvorov was secretly shocked. He finally saw the ferocity of the North Navy's artillery, which was beyond his understanding of artillery.
"It seems to be on the north side of their camp, at least five kilometers away from us."
"What?!" Suvorov was stunned.
A few minutes later, hundreds of Russian troops wearing flaxen uniforms braved the bombing and smoke and walked through the trenches. The leading captain raised his command knife and shouted loudly: "Brothers! It's our turn! The Jaegers attack!"
Suddenly, the air wave of the explosion pushed the captain to the edge of the trench behind him. At this moment, balls of fire flashed in front of his eyes. The explosion and roar almost tore his eardrums and made his ears buzz. .
When he came to his senses and sat up with his hands on the ground, a large piece of the hunter who was preparing to set off had already fallen down. Burnt pieces of linen and weapons were scattered on the ground, and the craters on the burnt ground were filled with blood. A horse dragged the broken shaft of the carriage and galloped past his eyes; the other horse lay on the ground and let out a shrill whine.
In the headquarters of the North Navy, Zhao Xin asked a staff officer: "Have you found the Russian cavalry?"
"Not yet. Only a small amount of cavalry has been found behind the second trench."
"Keep looking." Zhao Xin looked at the improvised map and pondered for a long time. He drew a circle with a pencil on a large forest in the northeast of Yaksa City and said to the staff officer: "Let the No. 2 drone go here. search."
Liu Sheng on the side said: "Never mind. Take down the third trench first, otherwise once the cavalry comes over, the second and third battalions may not be able to withstand it."
"Okay." Zhao Xin nodded and said to another staff officer: "Notify the artillery position, fire at the Russian position in Emur, and drive them all to the ancient city island!"
Captain Ivankov, who was bombarded as soon as he led the Jaegers, was frightened out of his wits. He was dragged into the trench by a few soldiers who had a lucky escape, and then he felt that he had escaped from the horror of hell. Returned to the human world.
There was no sound of shooting from the artillery fort not far away. He stood on the mud steps to check what was going on outside the trench. He saw that the enemies on the opposite side who were in groups of twos and threes were less than 200 feet away from him.
"Chirp! Chirp!" The bullet hit very close in front of Captain Ivankov, splashing up clusters of soil and frightening him to shrink back quickly.
"Brothers! Prepare to shoot, the enemy is coming!"
Hundreds of Russian musketeers stood on the mud steps and began to prepare for shooting, but several of them were killed as soon as they showed up.
Seeing the enemy on the opposite side constantly approaching, Captain Ivankov remembered what the admiral had said, and shouted: "Brothers! Don't stare into the enemy's eyes, but focus on their chests. Your bayonets Go there!"
The Russian army's muskets began to roar, and streaks of fire accompanied by white gunpowder smoke spewed out of the trench. Just as the Russian army was busy loading ammunition, more than a dozen black things suddenly appeared in the sky and fell into the trench one after another. Inside the Russian trenches.
"Lie down!"
It was too late, one after another explosions sounded in the trenches, and balls of fire and earth erupted on the horizon. When Captain Ivankov raised his body with his hands again and shook off the dirt from his body, a sharp bayonet flashed in front of his eyes.
"kill!"
Captain Ivankov instinctively waved the saber in his hand and tried to block the bayonet, but the two of them used too much force and immediately collided with each other. They rolled and tore in the trench, and the Northern Navy soldier's helmet also fell off. Both sides tried to grab each other's throat and clasp each other's eyes.
The sound of gunshots, killings, and shouts became chaotic in the trenches. The Russian army was a little panicked. They did not expect these guys with Tatar faces to be so ferocious.
For several seconds, Captain Ivankov saw the unfamiliar face of his opponent. He looked at his opponent's fierce gaze, and an instinctive fear came to his mind, and he squeezed the opponent's throat tighter and tighter with his right hand. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his waist, and all the strength in his body was drained away with the pain.
"Am I being shot? Or am I going to be captured?" The thought only stayed for a moment before Captain Ivankov's right hand loosened weakly, and his eyes fell into darkness.
At this time, the sun had risen from the east, and the sunlight was divided into several rays by scattered clouds and smoke, and fell on the Russian army's position. In the sunshine, everything on the ground is boiling. The ground was scarred by artillery shells, and countless bloodthirsty steel fragments would stay in a pool of blood and slowly rust after completing their mission; the retreating Russian army was constantly overtaken by bullets behind them and fell to the ground.
Monk Zhou helped Kang Youcai, who was covered in mud and gasping for air, and said half thankfully and half reproachfully: "Kang Youcai, you are so fucking fierce! You have bullets but you don't need them, and you have to fight a Rakshasa with a bayonet? If not Xiao Qi helps you, I will have to burn paper money for you next year."
Kang Youcai looked at the corpse covered in dirt on the ground with lingering fear, and said to Monk Zhou: "Company Commander, this is an official. I think, think, think..."
"Get out! You are so courageous, but your behavior is stupid..." Monk Zhou continued to scold him, when he heard a "buzz" and a solid iron ball passed over his head. Monk Zhou subconsciously He shrunk his neck and shouted to the soldiers on the left and right: "Be careful!"
On the two forts of the Yaksa City bastion, the Russian 12-pounder guns opened fire one after another, targeting the third trench that had just been occupied.
Suvorov finally couldn't wait anymore. He found that his opponent's attack methods were far beyond his imagination, making all the experience accumulated in his previous decades of fighting career worthless. If we continue to fight passively like this, the enemy will attack the city in a blink of an eye.
"Order the cavalry to attack. The target is the enemy's artillery position. Tell them that they must knock out their cannon at all costs!"
Two Russian cavalry regiments began to attack. However, because the north side of the artillery position in Beihai Town was densely covered with large and small puddles and swamps, the Russian cavalry was unable to launch an attack on a broad front. In some areas, the Russian cavalry could only charge in rows. Except for two companies that were kept in reserve, the Cossack cavalry of the other companies had already entered the offensive wave.
On the defensive position located outside the North Navy artillery position, soldiers on several anti-aircraft gun emplacements faintly heard the thunderous killing sounds: "Uu la la la~ la la la~ la~ la!"
On the horizon, hundreds of Russian cavalry emerged, armed with spears, ready to launch a fatal blow to the Northern Navy.
"Fire!" From the morning until now, both Zhao Xin and Liu Sheng have been waiting for this moment. After eliminating this group of cavalry, they can concentrate on dealing with Yaksa City.
The sound of artillery fire as dense as drum beats sounded from various anti-aircraft gun emplacements. Hundreds of artillery shells whizzed through the puddles and swamps, exploding continuously among the Russian cavalry. The originally neat charge formation suddenly became a mess.
More and more Cossack cavalry were knocked off their horses by the blast of air. The exploding grenades exploded on the ground like gorgeous fireworks set off in the early morning.
A Cossack who was pinned down by a dead horse shouted in horror: "Brothers! Don't abandon me, help me..."
boom!
Da da da! Da da da!
Dozens of light and heavy machine guns on the North Navy's position also began to fire, firing at the cavalry who had escaped the artillery fire and continued to charge.
On the sandy land up to one kilometer wide, the artillery fire of the Northern Navy caused white smoke columns that exploded like a whirlwind to rise frequently from the attacking Russian cavalry, while the wave of cavalry attacks was still raging. The shrapnel splashed from the center of the explosion was like a downpour, falling on the attackers; the machine gun fire on the position became even more ruthless and crazy, killing all living creatures in their sight.
The impact wave of the Russian cavalry was like the water of the Heilongjiang River hitting the stone bank in the spring flood, smashing into pieces. They never broke through the first barbed wire fence. In just twenty minutes, more than 700 Russian cavalry were killed.
In Emurkalun, as the artillery fire of the Northern Navy continued to explode on the Russian defense line, the Russian troops stationed here were blown to pieces before they saw the enemy on the opposite side. , they shouted in panic, ignored the officers' orders, fled in panic towards the pontoon, and retreated to the bastion on the ancient city island.
One kilometer away, the 1st Battalion of the 2nd North Marine Regiment fired dozens of rounds at the Russian camp with three mortars, and then launched a charge.
By 7 o'clock in the morning, all the Russian camps in Emulkalun had been captured by the Northern Navy.
At 7:10, after changing the coordinate position, the Russian bastion on the ancient city island began to be baptized by the Northern Navy's artillery inside and outside. More than 2,000 Russian troops had no way to go to the sky and no way to enter the earth. They could only stand on the fortress wall. The following helplessly prayed to God.
Suvorov and his officers looked at everything in front of them dumbfounded. They did not expect that the "Qing people's" offensive was so violent, and they were beaten without the ability to fight back.
This was no longer the war he was familiar with. Compared with the enemies on the opposite side, Suvorov felt that the tactics he had learned since childhood were completely out of date. Whether it is Alexander of Macedonia or Hannibal, or even contemporary masters of tactics such as Condé, Turena, Prince Eugen Sava, and Rumyantsev, there is nothing they can do in the face of such an enemy.
This is no longer a battle, but a one-sided massacre!
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