The concentrated firing of more than two hundred artillery pieces is nothing compared to the thousands of artillery clusters in the 20th century. However, this is an unprecedented scale in this time and space, and its power makes the Russian army, from marshals to soldiers, feel overwhelmed. Liver and gallbladder split.
From the north of the Belaya River to the south of the Angara River, thousands of high-explosive bombs fell from the sky every minute, causing the Russian army to repeatedly sweep and spin in the boiling flames.
After the Seven Years' War, almost all European armies adopted standardized fixed field artillery formations. For example, the famous Frederick II established a fixed-type artillery group in the army, consisting of 10 guns of the same caliber. Composed of similar artillery pieces. Although European countries have increased the artillery allocation ratio to 5 to 6 guns per 1,000 people, they have also equipped regiment-affiliated light artillery to support infantry operations on the front line. But no one had ever concentrated hundreds of cannons on fire at once.
To the tens of thousands of Russian troops who were marching slowly in the center and right wing, it was like a devastating rain of fire falling from above their heads. Wherever the bullets hit, blood and flesh flew everywhere, killing and injuring the Russian troops in the circle. Either they will be blown to pieces, or their internal organs will be shattered by the shock wave.
On the artillery position of the North Navy, the fastest firing is the 75mm field gun, with a rate of fire of 8 rounds per minute; while the 122mm howitzer fires leisurely, maintaining an average rate of one round every ten seconds. According to the order issued by Zhao Xin, each artillery battalion will stagger the intervals of one minute in sequence when firing to maintain continuous fire strikes.
The sharp roar tearing through the air above the battlefield seemed to never stop, and the explosions that followed were deafening; the shock wave of the explosion kicked up a large amount of gravel and soil, and black-gray smoke continued to rise on the ground like volcanoes erupting one after another. rise. Thick and acrid smoke and dust enveloped the battlefield, and the sunlight was blocked, leaving shocking craters on the ground.
Due to long-term line battle training, the Russian soldiers forgot to dodge under the firepower of the North Navy. Although the 122 high-explosive bombs that landed nearby could take away dozens of lives each time, and although the soldiers looked frightened, many people still did not run away, but huddled together.
"O God! O Lord of the world, save me, forgive me, protect me!"
"What were they shooting at? Shotgun?"
"This is a grenade. Where did that bullshit shotgun come from!" shouted a cavalry captain. "It's pleasant to charge into the battle and beat these bullies on the other side to a pulp! But now, they are shooting at us like they are shooting targets. Shoot! This is really bad!"
There was still silence in the cavalry queue behind him. The cavalrymen tried to line up their horses in order. Whenever they heard the sound of cannonballs passing by, they held their breath as if obeying the command, leaned up in the stirrups, and then He sat down again and crossed himself on his chest.
The cavalrymen looked sideways at each other, carefully observing the reactions of their comrades with curiosity. Everyone's face showed an expression of anxiety, uneasiness and excitement.
"Soldiers! Don't stop! Keep moving forward! Let the Tatars see our courage!" The officers wearing three-cornered hats raised their sabers at an angle and shouted to order their men to move forward quickly.
At this time, on the left flank of the Russian army, the soldiers in the front unloaded more than a dozen two-meter-long wooden boards from several carriages and pressed them against the low-piled barbed wire, despite the artillery fire.
The regimental artillery on both sides of each column used four-pounders to fire violently at the Northern Navy positions. The successive bombings around them did not affect their firing rate of six rounds per minute. Even if someone was shot and fell, the other gunners still worked hard to clean the barrel, load the ammunition, and fire the gun, and the cycle continued.
The marching drum sounded again, and the Russian infantry took heavy steps towards the altar that had been prepared for them.
When the Russian army passed the first low barbed wire fence, and the soldiers, encouraged by the officers, roared wildly and unswervingly rushed towards the Northern Navy, countless streams of fire suddenly spewed out from the Northern Navy's position. prick.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Da da da!"
The endless lines of fire suddenly melted the advancing Russian army. The soldiers on both sides of the column fell down like dominoes, and countless lives turned into an exploding rain of blood in an instant. The close range shooting of more than 200 meters allowed the 0.50-caliber bullet to continue to penetrate the second and third people after shattering the previous person, and even penetrated the five-person column from the side.
Such a scene confused the Russian troops behind. It was different from anything that had happened on the battlefield before. Many people immediately panicked, and the narrow passage made of wooden planks became overcrowded.
At this time, several anti-aircraft guns located behind the second trench of the North Navy position opened fire one after another. The roaring shells penetrated the queue in a blink of an eye, tearing the cavalrymen and horses into pieces. The frightened horses began to run and neigh. They jumped into the barbed wire like headless flies. Then they tripped and fell onto the barbed wire. They whined under the cutting of the butterfly-shaped blades, and blood flowed from their bodies like a fountain. out.
The mortar shells dropped from the four-pound artillery truck not far away exploded into pieces. Hundreds of kilograms of copper or iron artillery were either shot into the air, or turned into countless deadly metal fragments in the shock wave, harvesting life around you.
When it comes to who was the main opponent of the Russian imperial army in the eighteenth century, many people would immediately think of Ottoman Turkey. Because of many years of fighting, many Russian generals have accumulated rich combat experience in the war with Turkey.
As a result, the best tactic of the Russian army is to advance the troops with all their strength. The infantry and artillery must force the enemy to retreat in chaos, and then let the cavalry penetrate the gaps between the own infantry squares to launch an attack, defeat the enemy and pursue them. 4~6 kilometers, and then let the heavy cavalry slow down and reorganize the troops. The hussars and Cossacks were responsible for continuing the pursuit.
The problem is that this method of warfare is not only useless to European countries, but also useless to the North Korean Navy.
At this time, the Russian army was only more than 150 meters away from the Northern Navy. However, this distance was so far away that it was impossible to get close. The soldiers of the Northern Navy in the trenches can already be clearly distinguished. They have grass-green semicircular helmets, dark green military uniforms, and even their faces can be clearly seen.
The surviving officers did not issue new orders. They leaned their swords on their shoulders and walked silently in front of the queue. Suddenly, more intensive gunfire rang out from the North Navy position, and hundreds of soldiers lay on the trenches and fired with guns.
The hail of bullets caused the surviving Russian troops to fall one after another. Just as the North Navy opened fire, the officer leading the team shouted "Ula!", but before he could finish speaking, the officer who was shot in the head was shot. He fell headlong into the grass.
Behind the Russian troops on the front line, the ground was shaking violently. The artillery forts carefully built over the past few days were blown up one after another. Earth, wood and rocks were flying all over the sky. The fierce rounds of shelling shocked the hearts of every Russian army and made them feel uncomfortable. Rumyantsev, the commander-in-chief of the Russian army in the village of Mikhailovka, looked ashen.
The old marshal was choked by the non-existent gunpowder smoke and coughed loudly. He staggered forward two steps, trying to save something, but stopped in despair. To him, everything seemed lost.
More than twenty minutes after the bombardment began, the Russian officers and soldiers on the front line could no longer bear the continuous bombardment. The fallen comrades and broken limbs around them created an extremely terrifying atmosphere. Although those who had been so majestic in the past were The regiment commander and battalion commander were still roaring angrily, raising their swords and firing empty guns into the sky. However, no one paid attention to the commands anymore. The surviving soldiers turned around and ran back. The moment has come to decide the fate of the battle.
At this time, the Northern Navy's fierce bombardment began to extend to the northwest, and the completed shell casings on the artillery position were piled up like hills.
More than two thousand soldiers in the attack trenches of the main position were nervously waiting for the order to attack. Some of them are naturalized veterans who have participated in the "Battle of Fuldjaha River" since 1784, and there are also soldiers from Henan who joined before the Battle of Fuldan City. This group of people has already experienced hundreds of battles. , rich in experience; others just joined last year and came here after only completing half a year of training.
However, no matter who it was, the jaw-dropping scene in front of them was the only one they had ever seen before. A feast of artillery fire at the level of a later field army bloomed before their eyes. As the leader of the second regiment, Zhao Jiuzang finally understood what Zhao Xin meant when he said before that "the war is getting bigger and bigger."
Suddenly, a red signal flare shot into the sky from behind the position, and the all too familiar charge horn from another time and space was blown loudly!
When the soldiers of the Second Regiment, Aoba Camp and Hagi Camp heard the attack horn, they stood up reflexively and rushed out of the trenches one after another amidst countless sharp whistles.
Everyone formed an orderly battle formation just like they had been deployed before the war. Hysterical roars burst out from their throats, and they rushed towards the wilderness that had been ravaged by repeated artillery fire.
Today's soldiers of the Northern Navy are no longer the cowardly East Asian refugees they once were. The two attack companies at the front bypassed the barbed wire fence with overwhelming courage and charged forward with bayonets drawn. Behind them were two infantry battalions of a thousand soldiers. They ignored the surrendering Russian soldiers and strode towards the Russian headquarters in the distance.
At the same time, the 5th Northern Navy Regiment on the south bank of the Belaya River once again crossed the village of Sosnovka. Under the cover of more than 20 mortars and machine guns, they used kayaks to forcefully cross the Belaya River. The settlement of Uzkilug to the west launched an attack on the Russian army.
At this point, the five thousand Northern Navy troops west of the Angara River were like wild horses running wild, rushing toward the tens of thousands of Russian troops fleeing on the Western Front.
Zhao Xin, who was at the artillery position headquarters, looked at the scene in the drone and was filled with emotions. Six years have passed in the blink of an eye, and it is not easy for Beihai Navy to get to where it is today.
But the battle is far from over, and the retreating Russian troops are still organizing counterattacks. The fleeing hussars and chasseurs were organized one after another and started shooting at the Northern Navy scattered on the field. Then they came over with their bayonets pointed and shouted "Ula".
When the soldiers of the attacking company noticed that the enemy was trying to counterattack, they immediately raised their guns and knocked off their horses one by one the cavalry rushing in front. Then they took out their grenades and threw them towards the advancing Russian troops, and then rushed into the smoke with bayonets drawn. , after a series of shouts of kill and gunshots, there were dead and injured everywhere.
A Russian battalion received an order to block the attack during the retreat, so the major who led the team quickly checked the terrain and asked the soldiers to ambush in a ditch on the battlefield. When the attacking company was still a hundred meters away from them, In the distance, the Russian army suddenly launched an attack. The major shouted, stood up from the ditch, raised his pistol and fired, and then hundreds of Russian soldiers also stood up and fired. Amidst the roar of muskets, several Northern Navy soldiers who rushed to the front fell headlong.
After two volleys of musketry, the Russian army's shooting began to become messy. In the era of line battles, infantrymen were rarely able to strictly follow the firing order in actual combat. Generally after the first two salvoes, no effort to maintain discipline can prevent orderly firing from turning into disorderly fire.
At this time, the Russian soldiers were loading and shooting in a hurry. Because they were in the smoke, they could hardly see the enemy on the opposite side. Because they push each other when loading, it also causes difficulties in shooting and aiming.
As the North Korean navy began to fight back, the number of Russian casualties rose rapidly. At this moment, no one cared about the volley. Every soldier who had finished loading immediately pulled the trigger. Each column and each group were mixed together. The faces of the soldiers were all blackened, even those in the front. The soldiers couldn't even kneel down and shoot. At this time, the officer leading the team had no choice but to lie down in the ditch and wait.
Finally, the diffuse white smoke made it impossible for the Russian army to see the enemy clearly. They rushed out of the ditch and killed them with bayonets drawn.
"Ula~~Ula~Ula!"
At this moment, the unique continuous firing sound of the North Navy's light machine guns rang out from the grass on the flank of the Russian army, followed closely by dozens of smoking grenades flying over from more than ten meters away, one after another. A wave.
After the continuous explosions, more and more Northern Navy troops rushed forward. The Russian troops in this battalion were completely disabled. In the end, there were only about thirty prisoners left in the team of more than 700 people, and all of them were injured. He was immediately shot to death by the Northern Navy soldiers who rushed up from behind.
At this time, all the Beihai navy also had bayonets on and rushed forward without hesitation. No one was afraid of death, no! They don't even know what death is. The blood in the body was already rushing at lightning speed, and the blood vessels were on fire. The soldiers' excitement reached the extreme and they could not calm down at all.
As the resistance of the fleeing Russian army became more and more frequent, several forward observation posts quickly reported to the headquarters the need for artillery support. Zhao Xin immediately ordered two battalions of 122 howitzers to be responsible for cleaning up the remnants of the Russian army. The remaining 122 artillery and five 152 guns fired at the village of Mikhailovka more than ten kilometers away.
All units of the Russian army began a mad retreat, and the artillery fire that followed frightened the Russian army. Regardless of whether you are an officer or a soldier, no matter how high or low you are, as long as you are within the lethal range of high-explosive bombs, you will have nowhere to escape. The generals who fled back never imagined that the North Navy's cannons could hit so far.
By about eight o'clock in the morning, there were no living Russian troops on the route passed by the Northern Navy attack force. The attacking troops received an order from the headquarters before setting off: We have no time to take in the prisoners before we completely defeat the Russian army!
The defeated Russian cavalry were mixed together on the post road leading to Jima. No one cared about whether the formation was neat and orderly, as long as they could get out of this hell alive. The infantry and civilians, whose faces had become hideous from the fear of death, squeezed and scraped among the carts and cannons, under the hooves of the horses and between the wheels, trampling each other to death, trampling on the dying people. People moved forward, killing each other, only to be killed by shells after taking a few steps.
Every ten seconds or so, one or two high-explosive bombs tore through the air and exploded in the dense crowd with a shrill roar, killing all life within thousands of square meters and splattering blood and limbs on the ground.
Rumyantsev, who was riding on the horse, knew that everything was over. He ordered the officers around him: "Retreat! Everyone retreat!"
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