The Russian army was in chaos. The troops outside the city of Yaksa were all retreating into the first trench. The living people could no longer care about their dead companions. They fled in panic as soon as they exchanged gunfire. It's not that they don't want to be brave, but that the Cossacks and Buryat soldiers only have fear in their hearts at this time against an enemy that can't be hit by muskets or cannons.
Orders to retreat were issued by the officers closest to the soldiers in the ranks, without consulting not only Suvorov but also the chief officers of each regiment. It was too late for the soldiers to fear that they would be punished for disobeying orders or acting without authorization. Nothing was as valuable as their own lives.
Some people have to run back to be saved, and some people think they can be saved by running north. The soldiers all act according to their mood. In fact, the situation of the Cossacks could not be improved in any direction, and the machine guns of the Northern Navy were a fan. The Cossacks ran around in a hail of bullets, or stood on the mud steps and shot randomly at the enemies who were advancing alternately.
The commander stationed in the city tried to rectify the retreating troops and force them to obey discipline. However, this so-called discipline only pushed them to the front of the bombardment. Out of the fear of death, they lost discipline again, because in the face of death, their emotions started to run wild again.
The closer the North Korean Navy got to Yaksa City, the fiercer the offensive became, as if the shells that were about to hit the ground after being discharged were unstoppable. Behind it are thousands of miles of white mountains and black waters full of hatred. In front of it is only more than 200 miles away from the Ergun River that divides the country. Every soldier in the Northern Navy felt that the dawn of victory in this battle had appeared.
"Admiral, a small enemy force has attacked the ancient city island!"
"Admiral, the bastion on Ancient City Island was bombarded by the enemy's heavy artillery. We really can't figure out why their heavy artillery moved so fast!"
"Admiral, our soldiers in the second-line trenches are being massacred!"
A major general walked up to Suvorov and suggested to him that the Chasseurs in the city should be put into battle. Major General Alexei, who stood next to Suvorov, exchanged glances with the others and smiled bitterly at the general's meaningless suggestion.
Suvorov's entire facial expression at this time seemed calm and nervous. He was silent for a long time before saying: "I can no longer let my soldiers die. Order the troops outside the city to retreat into the first trench."
He dusted the ribbon on his chest, as if dust had fallen on it. Then he said to his subordinates with a calm face: "Gentlemen, raise the white flag and send someone to contact the Qing people on the opposite side to stop this senseless massacre as soon as possible."
After hearing this, many Russian officers present were relieved. It is now 8:30 in the morning, and the battle has only started for three and a half hours. The Russian army has been beaten to the point of being unable to fight back. There are only 200 cavalry left, and most of the four infantry regiments have been lost. They all know that there is no fighting now, only continuous massacre...
On the artillery position of the Northern Navy, Li Yansheng stood fifty meters behind the artillery position wearing a red soundproof earmuff and watched the excitement. Every time the D30 fires, the muscles on his face can't help but tremble.
As a former Qing Army Artillery Co-Leader, the 5,000-pound cast-iron red cannon was already the largest artillery piece he had ever seen. A 15-pound shell (16 pounds) could fire three miles from the top of the city. Li Yansheng thought it was the most powerful cannon. Nothing more.
But it wasn't until yesterday that he finally saw the North Navy's cannon. When he saw the cannon barrel, which was over a foot long and only as thick as a calf, and heard that the cannon's maximum range could reach forty miles, Li Yansheng lost his ability. So when the North Korean navy launched an attack early this morning, he had to come over to watch the cannon fire.
At first, he was very close. He wanted to see clearly how the breech block was closed through close observation, but he couldn't figure it out after looking for a long time. The first test firing made him feel that the sound was acceptable, but when the five artillery guns fired five rapid rounds, Li Yansheng couldn't stand it anymore. The taste was really sour; especially the two My calves felt like they were being hit hard with a stick every time I fired.
When the five artillery pieces of the North Navy are fired, all gunners must obey the gun commander's order. Every time they shout "Ready--Fire!", everyone on the gun position will open their mouths and shout "Fire" at the same time, otherwise the gunfire will be louder. Shock waves can damage hearing. The dust around the gun emplacement was so thick that it was almost impossible to breathe through the mouth and nose. After staying for a long time, Li Yansheng felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest.
Is there such a cannon under the sky? ! The imperial court still slaps you, so hurry up and make peace. Sooner or later, the Beihai Navy will wipe out the world!
Li Yansheng felt that all the fortresses of the Qing Dynasty were scum in the face of such cannons. At this moment, he was extremely grateful for his previous decision to join the Northern Navy. He just kept watching in rapt attention. It wasn't until the Rakshasa cavalry launched an attack that his attention turned to the direction of the anti-aircraft turret. And when he saw the Northern Navy's massacre of the Rakshasa cavalry, Li Yansheng's face turned pale with shock. Those were nearly a thousand cavalry, and they were all over in the blink of an eye.
Zhao Xin had already learned that the white flag was raised on the city wall of Yaksa, but his attack on the ancient city island had not stopped yet.
Liu Sheng and Fan Tong have already led Hu Ji's Sixth Regiment to board the ship on the river. Now the Russian forts on the east side of the ancient city island and the west side of Yaksa City have been suppressed by the artillery fire of the Northern Navy. As long as the camp on the south bank is bombed, After opening the Russian army's pontoon bridge, General Liu Sheng led the fleet straight to Irkutsk and completely sealed the gate east of the Lena River.
At 9 a.m., with several huge explosions, the pontoon bridges erected by the Russian army on Gucheng Island and Heilongjiang were reduced to pieces. At 9:15, Liu Sheng's fleet passed through Paiwo Island in the path of two dark gray patrol boats. When the fleet passed through the bombed pontoon section of the river, it ran into the Russian fleet that was waiting for it.
Under the cover of the dense rain of bullets from the two patrol boats, dozens of RPG-7V2 rockets were ejected from the two catamaran passenger ships that followed the patrol boats, and dense explosions suddenly sounded on the river. Because the effective range of this thing is only 200 meters, Zhao Xin has never used it in actual combat except for training since he bought it the year before last. Today, he finally used it.
After more than a hundred rockets were fired, the Russian fleet was basically disabled. So with thousands of Russian troops at the top of the city of Yaksa stunned, the Northern Navy fleet quickly passed through the wooden boats that were smoking black smoke and burning with blazing fire, and soon disappeared on the river.
When Suvorov heard the news, his expression changed drastically, and his whole person instantly looked older. He understood what the enemy's fleet was doing. Once the enemy went up the Heilongjiang River to Irkutsk on the west bank of Lake Baikal, the entire Irkutsk Province would be over; the empire would be gone without Irkutsk. Hotsk and even upper and lower Kamchatka will run out of food, and there will be no need to send troops at that time. These two coastal strongholds will soon disappear. Once the empire's eastern seaport is lost, the fur trade routes in the Aleutian Islands and even Alaska will also be interrupted.
This loss was so great that Suvorov simply could not bear it. He had no time to think about how the Queen of St. Petersburg would punish him, but ordered his Major General Alexei to quickly fly a white flag to discuss surrender with the Northern Navy.
At 12 noon, Zhao Xin learned that Liu Sheng's fleet had arrived at the Ergun River and was about to enter Tsarist Russia. Only then did he order all ministries to stop firing and stand ready. By this time, all the Russian troops on the ancient city island had been wiped out; and all the Russian troops outside Yaksa had retreated into the city.
When Major General Alexey finally met Zhao Xin, who spoke fluent Russian, he realized that this was not a Qing army at all, but the legendary armed force that had always been against the Qing Empire.
Zhao Xin's conditions were simple: lay down your weapons and surrender unconditionally.
"I only give you one hour. If the gate of Yaksa City does not open after one hour and you do not come out and disarm, we will continue to bombard the castle."
Major General Alexei said very sincerely: "Your Excellency, I have no objection to your conditions. But is the time a little harsh? We hope to collect the compatriots who died in the battle and bury them."
Zhao Xindao: "Your Excellency, Major General, there is no conflict. You can send someone to collect the body now. Go and tell your general my terms. I will be here waiting for his arrival in forty minutes."
When Suvorov led his officers out of the east gate of Yaksa City and passed through the trenches carefully dug by the Russian army, they saw a large number of corpses of their own soldiers.
Whether they were officers or soldiers, they were lying down or lying down, either in the trenches, in the open space between the trenches, or in the craters, in various positions, most of which were very ugly and terrifying. The damp ground near the corpse had been trampled into thick mud, and the ground was covered with footprints and deep grooves made by artillery carts.
A group of Russian soldiers walked through the piles of dead bodies, and the entire battlefield was filled with the pungent smell of blood and gunpowder smoke.
"You bastard Rakshasa, look what you did is still called human affairs? After killing others, you must be punished now."
A soldier of the Northern Navy with a gun looked at Suvorov and others without fear, and cursed in a low voice in Mandarin that the Tsarist Russians could not understand. The Russians knew that there must be nothing in the other party's mouth without a translator. Good words.
Suvorov ordered his men to stop advancing. He walked a few steps alone, took off his military uniform, and looked carefully at the soldiers and officers who died in the battle, trying to remember their appearance. When he silently walked to the third trench, he looked at a captain whose face was still clearly discernible after death for a long time.
Suvorov noticed that some of the dead officers were killed by bullets, but most were killed by artillery shells. It was obvious that the North Navy's grenades were very lethal, and many soldiers died piece by piece centered on the explosive point.
The young captain came to eat with me the day before yesterday and yesterday, but now he has no hat on his head. He is lying on his back with his eyes open, his left hand pressed tightly on his chest, and his right arm stretched out to the side, from his waist. The blood seeping from the uniform has turned black.
There was a corpse lying face down on his right. The sash on the waist had fallen off. The linen military uniform bulged on the back like a hump, revealing a strong leg with bulging veins. The feet were wearing Short leather boots with a skewed heel. There was no hat on his head, not even the Tianling Cap, which had been neatly shaved off by shell fragments; there was a circle of wet strands of hair all around, and dark red muddy water shone in his empty skull.
Behind him stood a short, stocky, faceless officer, wearing an open coat and a ragged military uniform, with his chin leaning on his bare chest. Under his hair, a piece of burnt skin hung on his narrow white forehead. Between the hard palate and the tip of the forehead were some bone fragments and a puddle of purple-red soup. A little further on was a haphazard pile of stumps and pieces of military uniform, as well as a crushed leg twisted where the long head had been.
Farther away, there lay a corpse that almost looked like a child, with full lips and a face as oval as a child; a row of machine gun bullets penetrated his chest, leaving four holes in it.
"Is this a war? How can a war become so bloody and cruel?"
At this time, the militiamen who came out from the city of Yaksa to gather the wounded and dead soldiers were shocked when they saw this scene. Many people lay on the ground and began to vomit, and the cries and wailings began to echo in the wilderness. superior.
In addition to the soldiers of the Northern Navy, the Cossacks leaving the city and standing on the city wall all made the sign of the cross, and some even knelt on the city wall. Everyone remained silent and didn't speak for a long time.
Kang Youcai, who was squatting on the edge of the trench, seemed to be unable to bear the depressing atmosphere. He pointed at the Cossacks on the castle and cursed: "Are you afraid now? Why did you go to Guigudal earlier?!" City, how come you are not afraid when you hit Humaer City? A bunch of beasts who only care about beating but not eating!"
"..."
Zhao Xin finally met the famous Tsarist Russian general in this time and space. Under the surprised gaze of the other party, he stretched out his right hand and shook Suvorov's hand gently and then let go.
"Please take a seat, General."
Suvorov sat down expressionlessly, stared at Zhao Xin for a while, and then sighed: "I was wrong from the beginning. You are not the Qing army."
"This is both correct and incorrect." Zhao Xin and other guards brought a pot of tea, poured water, and then continued: "Whether we are the Qing army or not, we are also Chinese, and you have violated our territory .As for the conflict between me and the Qing Dynasty, that is our own business."
"Then what shall I call you? Young man. You are the first opponent for whom I have raised the white flag."
"My surname is Zhao. Your Major General Alexandro, who was captured in Heilongjiang City, called me His Highness. And to the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, I am a descendant of a previous vassal." Seeing a group of Tsarist Russian generals exposed Looking surprised, Zhao Xin put away his smile and said: "As for raising the white flag, general, as invaders, I should hang you all. This truth can be justified wherever I go."
"Going to the gallows? That doesn't matter. If your highness can let my men go back, I don't have a problem with it even if they go to the gallows."
"Haha, go back, is there such a good thing in this world? If you can't defeat it, bow your head and admit defeat, pat your butt and walk away, just pretend that nothing happened?"
"Then what do you want to do?"
"Put down your weapons, leave the city, surrender, and wait for punishment. During this period, I allow you to collect the corpses of all the dead. There is no need to dig graves. I think the trenches you dug outside the city are good."
As soon as this statement came out, except for Suvorov, the other Tsarist Russian generals quit.
"Your Excellency, you will be punished by God for doing this...blablabla"
"Those soldiers and officers who died in battle have the right to get a tombstone of their own!"
Zhao Xin smiled and did not refute. He sipped the tea in his cup and listened quietly to these people's nonsense.
Suvorov suddenly raised his hand to stop everyone's chattering, looked at Zhao Xin and said: "Are you going to attack Irkutsk?"
"Yes," Zhao Xin showed his habitual evil smile. "Since you always have ambitions for the Far East, then I will help you. From now on, we will use the Lena River as our boundary."
Suvorov was shocked: "Young man, you can't do this! Are you ready to go to war with a huge empire?"
Zhao Xin then said something, which immediately frightened the Tsarist Russian generals present and shut their mouths.
"General, what you said disappoints me so much. Well, I will send someone to contact the Ottoman Empire and carve up Ukraine with them. I think His Majesty the Sultan will be happy for me to provide military assistance."
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