"Commander, we were attacked by an unknown fleet. It is estimated that there are hundreds of artillery pieces." The adjutant reported anxiously.
Pavlov was so shocked that he sat down on the bed. "Who is going to attack him?" He racked his brains and couldn't think of it, but now was not the time to think about this question.
"Where is our fleet?" Pavlov asked, this was the question he was most concerned about. Without a fleet, with the simple coastal defense guns, there would definitely be no way to fight against the enemy's fleet.
In particular, the enemy can fire more than a hundred artillery salvos, which shows that the size of its fleet is not small.
"The first thing the enemy attacked was our fleet parked in the port. Our fleet was unprepared and was severely damaged and could no longer set sail."
"Damn it, are all the officers and soldiers on duty on the battleship dead? They were attacked by the enemy like this." Pavlov cursed loudly.
But this was of no help. Tsarist Russia's navy was accustomed to living comfortably in the Far East. Except for the sparse natives, there were almost no pirates here, because merchant ships would not go here at all.
After staying in this environment for so many years, even Pavlov himself no longer knows what caution is.
How can we expect the sailors to be on duty at three o'clock in the morning with their eyes open?
"Quickly organize the artillery to go to the shore defense artillery."
The adjutant received the order and left quickly. He was worried that if he stayed here any longer, he would be shot in the head by the angry commander.
Taking advantage of the sentry's attention being attracted by the naval guns on the sea, the special operations team members quickly climbed up the watchtower and thrust their daggers into the enemy's chest. Then they occupied the sentry post and sent a signal to the large troops on the hilltop.
Pavlov put on his clothes and walked out of his mansion. In front of him were soldiers running around. On the port, their only battleship, the Alexander, was already on fire.
The towering mast and deck of the battleship were like a huge torch, lighting up the entire port.
The crew members on duty who tried to put out the fire were quickly engulfed in flames, and their horrifying screams could be heard on the shore.
Pavlov remembered that when he was the commander of a gunboat formation, he once bombarded a Qing village on the Amur River. When the houses in the village were on fire, the screams of the villagers who were trapped by the houses were similar.
Following the fire from the cannon muzzles, Commander Pavlov judged that the opponent was a cruiser fleet, at least four of which were large cruisers.
It must be the British fleet. The British must have declared war on Russia in the Black Sea. These British guys can't stand that any continental European country has become stronger. Now Russia is about to defeat the decadent Turkey. At this time, the British sit down again.
Can't stand it any longer.
If the British declared war on Russia because of the Crimean War, then they would have enough reason to eliminate all Russian naval forces in the Far East.
Looking at the raging fire on the sea, Pavlov's heart was bleeding. Here were all the ships of Tsarist Russia in the Far East.
Since the opponent has already attacked Nikolayevsk, it means that the cruiser squadron he sent out must be in trouble.
"Order the soldiers to move inland!" He said to a messenger beside him.
At this time, staying in the port can only be passively beaten.
"Boom, boom, boom..." The coast defense guns finally sounded. These old shore defense guns were reloading too slowly.
The firing of the coastal defense artillery attracted the attention of the Nanyang Navy fleet at sea. A burst of intensive artillery fire was fired at this simple fort. At this time, the Nanyang Navy had approached the port and extended its firing towards the town. The first to suffer was the military camp.
The intelligence sent by the Marine Corps had previously marked the targets in the city in detail.
The fort's counterattack at this time was simply courting death. The simple fort was beaten to pieces by a round of blasting bombs. Some of the ammunition that had just been brought up exploded, exacerbating the tragedy at the scene.
With the support of the guards, Pavlov ran away from the coastline. As he retreated, he gathered the nearby soldiers who were running around with their heads in their hands to join his team.
In this way, more and more people surround Pavlov.
Such a large group of people also successfully attracted the attention of the Marines led by Peng Yue.
"Andre, gather your soldiers quickly, we will temporarily abandon the port." Pavlov said to Major Andre, the commander of the port garrison battalion who had just arrived.
"Your Excellency, Commander, most of my men were killed in the military camp. Why didn't the Navy give an early warning?" Andrei directly took orders from the East Siberian Governor's Palace and was not under the jurisdiction of the Navy Commander. He must clarify today's failure.
reasons, otherwise he would be the one who would be sent to a military court after retreating.
"Andrei, now is not the time to talk about this. We must take these remaining soldiers out alive." Pavlov was very angry. At this time, a young major also came to hold himself accountable.
Peng Yue had not launched an attack before because the navy was shelling the town. If they launched an attack, they would be within the attack range of the naval guns.
Therefore, after secretly occupying the outpost outside the town, Peng Yue led the Marines to lie in wait on the main road leading in and out of the town, waiting for work.
Just as he expected, the soldiers in the city moved outside the city under the shelling.
"Li Dayan, have you seen that older officer? If he gets close to you, kill him first." Peng Yue said to a sniper beside him.
Under the cover of darkness, Peng Yue ambush his soldiers on both sides of the road.
At this time, Pavlov and a group of defeated soldiers finally escaped out of the range of the naval gun.
The Nanyang Navy used explosive bombs as soon as they came up, and now the town has already been ignited with flames.
Seeing his three years of business in Nikolayevsk being burned down, Pavlov was already furious.
"I will definitely come back with the fury of revenge." He said secretly in his heart.
"Bang!" A gunshot took away all Pavlov's thoughts. A bullet passed through his chest. He did not need to leave, he would sleep here forever.
"Enemy attack! Defense." Andre looked around in horror and shouted.
He didn't see anyone. Could it be that the devil was attacking them. According to the current Western queuing habits, this invisible style of play is very strange.
The remaining soldiers were also horrified when they looked at the fallen commander. But the soldiers of Huaihai Navy would not give them time to think.
Intensive gunfire sounded instantly. Tsarist Russian soldiers fell in large numbers.
Screams sounded one after another.
"Everyone line up!" Andrei shouted to the people around him. The soldiers of Tsarist Russia must not be hunted like a bunch of tangled sheep.
Soldiers can only die on the way forward.
If it were a few decades later, the officers would have asked the soldiers to find a place to hide first. But this is the 1850s. After a well-trained army is attacked, the first thing to do is to line up to fight back.
At this time, officers believed that fighting must be in formation, and even militiamen would form loose formations during battles. This is because muskets can only exert their power under such circumstances.
It has to be said that the basic quality of Tsarist Russian soldiers is still very good. Otherwise, it would not have become a major army power in Europe.
But today they encountered Huai Haijun, whose playing style was completely different.
While lining up, the Tsarist Russian soldiers fell down one by one like living targets. The Huai Navy soldiers on both sides felt like they were shooting targets.
After Andrei also fell, this group of Tsarist Russian soldiers completely lost their will to fight.
They raised their hands one after another and surrendered to the Huai Navy soldiers hiding like ghosts on both sides of the road.
Only then did they see Huai Navy Marines wearing blue and white military uniforms climbing up from the ridges on both sides of the road.
"Damn it, they're yellow people." At this time, the only captain in the team cursed in his heart.
Everyone always thought they were fighting the British.
You must know that they are yellow people. They will not surrender no matter what they say. This is simply a shame.
When did these stupid yellow people become so powerful? The surrendered Tsarist Russian soldiers were full of doubts.
"Does anyone speak Chinese?" Peng Yue asked these prisoners at this time.
"Sir, I can speak a little Chinese." said a soldier in the prisoner team who looked a little stocky and looked like a Mongolian. He was a Siberian named Gulie, and he had learned some skills in the caravan.
Chinese.
"Are you not from Tsarist Russia?" Peng Yue asked.
"Yes, I am a Siberian, and I was captured by the Russians as a soldier." Gulie said.
"Okay, no matter who you are, from now on, you will help manage this group of prisoners. Let them all squat over there first." Peng Yue pointed to the side with his hand and said.
"Yes, sir." Although Gu Lie also wanted to ask who the other party was, he had seen Qing soldiers before when he was running a caravan. They were wearing shabby military uniforms and holding old-fashioned swords and guns. They were different from the Qing soldiers in front of him.
completely different.
Under Gulie's greeting, the remaining Tsarist Russian soldiers obeyed the order and squatted in a corner of the road. When they raised their hands to surrender, they had lost their fighting spirit.
"Go and send a signal to the fleet to stop the bombardment. Let us go into the city to eliminate the remaining enemies." Peng Yue said to a signal soldier beside him.
The signal soldier ran to a nearby hill and fired a red signal bomb.
There were not many Tsarist Russian soldiers left in the town. There were only some wounded who were seriously injured by artillery shells, groaning in pain in the corner.
If you meet a kind-hearted Huai Navy soldier, you may give them a bayonet to put an end to their suffering. The medical resources that come out of the ship are already very scarce and cannot be wasted on the enemy.
"Battal Commander, all places in the city have been searched. A total of 15 prisoners were captured and 22 people were killed. One of our people died and two were injured during the search." A company commander reported to Peng Yue.
In this kind of close-range battle in the city, the advantages of weapons are not obvious. Casualties are inevitable, but Peng Yue still feels very sorry and blames himself.
At this time, the prisoners were also escorted into the city. The Marines were preparing to find a house to temporarily hold them.
At this time, the Siberian native Gulie came to Peng Yue and said: "Sir, I know where the town's treasury is. Please allow me to atone for my sins. I don't want to stay with those Tsarist Russians."
These Tsarist Russians had seen Gulie talking in Chinese with the soldiers of the Qing Dynasty. Although they could not understand what they were talking about, they knew what they were talking about from the look of Gulie's flattering smile.
Gu Lie also knew this. If he continued to be locked up with these people, they might kill him in the middle of the night.