Chapter 243 The Demise of the Tsarist Russian Expedition Part 3
Chapter 243 The Destruction of the Tsarist Russian Expedition (3)
Rybedov's joy did not last long. When the sailors on the mast of the Nicholas saw a tall white building with countless windows suddenly emerging from the outlet of the lagoon in the distance, they quickly shouted to the people on the deck to report it.
Rybedov handed the rudder to the officer on duty and opened his telescope to look. He saw a huge red and white strange ship in the distance.
"Oh God! What did I see?! That was, that was a ship?" At this time, everyone on the deck of the Nicholas was frightened. They had never seen such a huge ship, and there was no sight in the middle of the deck. A mast, let alone a sail.
"Have you ever heard of such a ship?" Rybedov turned around and asked.
Everyone on the deck shook their heads in bewilderment. If they returned to Kamchatka, this would be an anecdote to the people in the tavern.
"Captain, what should we do?" the first mate of the Nicholas suddenly woke up and shouted to Rybedov eagerly.
"Maybe it's just an hallucination?" Rybedov quickly dismissed this idea as soon as he came up with it. Even if it is an hallucination, it is impossible for everyone to have hallucinations. "Ignore him, raise the full sail and rush over! Prepare the artillery. Prepare!"
After hearing this, the first mate immediately walked back and forth on the deck, pushing the stupid sailors one by one. "You lazy pigs! Didn't you hear what the captain said?! Put down the sails!"
In the lower deck, more than thirty sailors began to load the artillery on both sides and prepare for firing.
Ten minutes later, as all the sails were lowered or raised, the sails were rattled by the strong sea wind. The Nicholas continued to increase speed and rushed towards the exit of the lagoon.
The Nicholas is a third-class load-carrying ship among sailing battleships. It was built in 1755. It was originally supposed to be equipped with 64 naval guns, with a total of 26 32-pound guns, 26 18-pound guns, and 12 9-pound guns. But in order to Transport more coal, remove most of the 32-pound guns and 18-pound guns, and retain only all the 9-pound guns. He felt that these guns were enough to deal with accidents at sea, but this decision made him regret it for the rest of his life!
The range of artillery during this period was not far. Taking a 24-pound or 32-pound artillery as an example, when the firing angle was raised by four degrees, the range could reach 1,350 meters; when the firing angle was raised by eight degrees, the range could reach 2,250 meters. Of course, this Just theoretical values and ideal results.
In a real naval battle, sailing ships often fired quickly at a horizontal angle within a distance of one or two hundred meters. In this era, the rate of fire was much more important than the range. At a distance of 100 meters, a 24-pounder gun fired Solid cannonballs are capable of penetrating oak wood up to 5 feet thick.
Therefore, the gunners on the Nicholas would not fire at a distance of 500 meters unless they needed to scare the opponent. Sure enough, when the Nicholas was 800 meters away from the Thunder, Rybedov ordered the 18-pounder gun on the ship to raise the muzzle and fire once , intending to scare the Thunderbolt into giving way to the exit of the lagoon.
The 18-pounder gun, which was padded with pieces of cork, opened fire in the direction of the Thunder!
With a loud "Boom!", a stream of white smoke erupted from the bottom of the starboard side of the Nicholas. The whistling iron ball flew across hundreds of meters of water and made a big splash two hundred meters away from the Thunder. .
The effective range of the PKM general-purpose machine gun equipped on the deck of the Thunder is one thousand meters, and the sight range is 1,500 meters. Deng Fei did not know that there were not many heavy artillery guns on the Nicholas, but he was worried that once the opponent's firepower was fully opened, the big iron
The ball will smash a big hole in the hull of the ship. Although it cannot sink, it is disgusting!
(Note: The thickness of the hull steel plates of modern ocean-going cargo ships is generally 2 to 5 centimeters. The Thunderbolt belongs to the 60,000-ton class, and the thickness of the steel plates is 4 centimeters. The larger the ship, the thicker the shell.)
"All machine guns on the port side fire at the preset targets!"
This shot from the Nicholas was like poking a hornet's nest. Following Deng Fei's order, eight purple-red electric lights began to spray out from the left deck of the Thunder. Under the guidance of tracer bullets, hundreds of 7.62mm bullets hit Nicholas
On board the ship, there was a sudden burst of howling ghosts and wolves on the deck.
On the sea, the roar of machine guns continued to sound, and Deng Fei on the compass deck couldn't help but cover his ears.
On the deck of the Nicholas, countless oak splinters flew up with flames and shot out in all directions. Rebeidov and a group of sailors squatted or lay on the deck with their heads in their hands to avoid the flying wood. And Rebeidov
The husband also tried to control the rudder of the boat in order to continue rushing outward.
In the gun deck on the lower level, several naval guns fired by four electric beams shot out sparks, and the occasional ricochet bomb flew in the cabin. The screams of the sailor who was shot were ignored at all, and the other gunners clung to the floor.
Don't dare to move.
"God, they are enemies!" the first mate shouted to Rybedov.
"Oh my god! What kind of artillery are they? How can they fire so densely!"
"Idiot! This is not a cannon, this is the devil's whip!"
On the Thunderbolt, Deng Fei looked at the flaming sailboat and thought that he still had to use armor-piercing incendiary bombs to attack this kind of oak ship. A few minutes later, a fire broke out on the main mast that had been hit continuously.
It wreaks havoc on the huge sail.
The sailors on the Nicholas tried to fetch water to put out the fire, but as soon as they got up, they were hit by several bullets and were covered in blood. They fell to the deck like a piece of rotten meat.
"Woo~~woo~~" A huge whistle sounded from the Thundering Thunder, and a man's voice speaking in Russian began to ring: "The ship in front of you, listen! Anchor immediately, stop the ship for inspection! You have no way to escape!"
I repeat, there is no way for you to escape!"
After a while, when the sailors on the Thunderbolt began to replace the barrel of the PKM and reload the ammunition, a white flag slowly rose on the forward mast of the Nicholas. By this time, the fire had already ignited the main mast, and everyone was alive.
The sailors who came down, including the captain, began to fetch water from the sea and kept pouring water on the mast to put out the fire.
"Zhao Xin, Zhao Xin! The escaping boat has been intercepted by us! The other party has surrendered with a white flag! Over."
On the dock, Zhao Xin, who had been waiting anxiously for more than an hour, finally heard the news about the Thunder. He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, they were all caught, and none of the Tsarist Russians escaped.
At this time, more than a hundred migrant workers under him had just begun to salvage the Tsarist Russian sailors who had been shot and fell into the water on the dock; and the captain of the Natalia, who had been shot by Zhao Xin with a point shot, had already drowned.
Several migrant workers injured by muskets have received quick treatment from Zhao Xin. Zhao Xin has done everything he can. Except for one who has injured his internal organs, the rest are not serious. As for the injured Tsarist Russians, I'm sorry, Zhao Xin
It means that he is exhausted mentally and physically and has no energy to take care of it anymore.
The Natalia, which was basically unscathed, was captured, but when Zhao Xing just wanted to enter the cabin to take a look, he was driven out by the strong smell of sweat and rats inside.
"Nima, this won't be usable without some disinfection and cleaning!" Zhao Xin pinched his nose and fled the Natalia in a hurry.
Over at the coal mine, a scene of identifying criminals was taking place. Ukanbe and several soldiers dragged the Cossack who was shot in the thigh, first identifying the dead bodies one by one, and then searching among the living.
"It's him, and that person. We went to the other side together." Cossack endured the severe pain of the wound and weakly pointed at a dead body on the ground and a guy squatting among the prisoners.
Wukanbei couldn't bear it any longer. He rushed over, raised the butt of his gun and hit the prisoner on the head.
The Cossack soldier fell to the ground screaming, and kept shouting: "It was Orlov who asked us to go, it was Orlov! Orlov!"
Ukanbe didn't care about this. He took the rope from a soldier and tied the Cossack's hands and feet like a prey.
"Orlov?" Liu Sheng understood that the other party was actually calling a person's name, and then shouted sharply to the prisoners: "Who is Orlov! Come forward!"
At this time, a prisoner suddenly raised his hand. Liu Sheng walked over and asked, "Are you Orlov?"
The prisoner stood up, pointed to the camp in the distance, and kept talking nonsense. Liu Sheng scratched his head and thought to himself, who can understand this nonsense! He suddenly had an idea and said to a few soldiers: "Bring the soldiers with you."
This guy went to the camp and looked at the dead bodies."
At this time, Wu Kanbei walked up to Liu Sheng and knelt down. His eyes were red and he said: "I, Wu Kanbei, will follow you to the death in this life! If it weren't for you and Master Zhao, I would have no hope of revenge in this life!"
Liu Sheng helped Wu Kanbei up and said, "The enemy has been found. How do you want to take revenge?"
"Rip out their hearts to honor my wife and children!"
Liu Sheng swallowed his saliva and thought to himself: "Why are you more violent than me? But there is really no way to dissuade this kind of thing. Thinking of Wukanbei's experience, Liu Sheng nodded helplessly and said: "Let's do this, you put them
Take it outside the coal mine and find a place to do it. I won't accompany you."
Wu Kambei saluted Liu Sheng gratefully and said to the comrades around him: "Which brother is willing to help me? I, Wu Kambei, will remember his great kindness!"
"I'll go with you." A soldier came out. Liu Sheng took a look and saw that it was the soldier who touched the whistle with Wu Kanbei.
"And I!"
"Count me in!"
Mergu'a and others came over.
"Brother Wukanbei, we Hezhe people are one family no matter where we go. I will help you with this. As for the favor, you can keep it for the master!"
Ukanbe gratefully clasped his fists at Mergua and raised his hands. Several people immediately stepped forward and dragged the two Cossacks out.
The two Cossacks knew something was wrong, but they were tied up all over, and one of them was injured and couldn't struggle at all. They had to scream and beg all the way as Ukanbe and others took them down.
Liu Sheng didn't want to stay here, so he ordered his men to tie up all the prisoners, string them together and take them to the dock. But before everyone could go far, a heartbreaking howl came from the woods.
It came out from the depths, and everyone who listened felt their scalps numb. And the dozens of prisoners were so frightened that some even peed their pants.
The prostitute Liu Basia was also crying and walking among the prisoners. Now she was covered in bruises, with several big bumps on her forehead, the corners of her mouth were torn, and the skirt she was originally wearing was torn in tatters. These are all those
The work of a Feyaka woman.
Not long after, the soldiers who took the prisoners to identify the corpses followed. One of them said to Liu Sheng: "Chief, Orlov has been found. He is the one who was shot to death by you first."
Okay! Liu Sheng nodded and motioned for the prisoner to be escorted to the dock.
When they arrived at the dock, all the prisoners were put under centralized custody, and several soldiers began to count the number of people. At the last count, there were fifty-two prisoners, excluding the two enemies that Ukanbe had taken away, which was exactly one.
"What are you going to do with these people?" Liu Sheng asked Zhao Xin.
"We can't let them stay here, and none of us understand Russian. They are all taken back to Beihai Town to work as coolies, just to keep the two priests company."
"The coal mines are all ready, what are you going to do?"
"We will bring a few thousand people over later and build the road between the two places before winter so that the carriages can be used. On the other boat." Zhao Xin pointed at the Natalya and said: "Tow
Go back to Beihai Town, clean it up, add a motor and propeller, and you can use it as a sailboat."
Two hours later, the Thunderbolt towed the Nicholas, whose main mast had been burned off, and approached the dock. However, because the Thunderbolt could not dock, it finally took a long time for the Nicholas to dock. Deng Fei was also sitting on the Thunderbolt.
The rubber speedboat landed.
Rebedov and a group of sailors were escorted by the armed sailors of the Thunder, and walked down the gangplank; a dozen migrant workers were waiting beside the gangplank, and they came down and tied them one by one.
"I protest! We are a merchant ship under the command of the Governor of Irkutsk. You attacked us without any reason, killed and wounded my crew, and seized two merchant ships! This is an offense to Her Majesty the Queen!
"
Deng Fei smiled coldly: "For no reason? This is our inherent territory of China. Who gave you the right to mine here? And who gave you the right to wantonly massacre the border residents on the island?!"
As soon as he said these words, Zhao Xin and Liu Sheng's jaws almost fell to the ground in shock.
"You speak Russian? Why didn't you speak earlier!"
Deng Fei spread his hands and said, "I've said it before."
Zhao Xin patted his head and thought that something like this seemed to have happened. But it had been so long that he had already forgotten about it! "Come on! I leave all the task of interrogating the prisoners to you!"
"How can I have this free time? I still have to go back and sail the boat!"
Zhao Xin smiled and patted Deng Fei on the shoulder: "Help me! Let's do a general interrogation first, and then take them all back to Beihai Town for further interrogation."
Deng Fei nodded helplessly and agreed.
In the evening, everyone in Beihai Town set up tents near the dock for the night. At this time, Wu Kambei, who returned to the station, had avenged his great revenge and was relieved, so his face was no longer gloomy and his mental state was much better.
However, Liu Sheng and Zhao Xin did not ask about the fate of the two prisoners and pretended not to know.
Zhao Xin was still worried about the other prisoners. So he took out a bunch of plastic straps and asked the soldiers to add another lock to the prisoners, and then stuffed them into the cabin of the Nicholas and imprisoned them.
After Deng Fei had dinner, he began to bring the prisoners one by one to the office on the dock for interrogation. Because it was only a preliminary interrogation, he only registered each person's name, age and identity before being captured.
Only then did he and Zhao Xin realize that most of these prisoners were from Siberia and were habitual thieves or robbers; and the only woman among the prisoners, Liu Basia, was actually a death row prisoner!
"This woman used to be a minor nobleman. According to her own words, because her husband always drank and beat her, she poisoned her husband to death in a rage." Deng Fei explained to the two gossip men.
"I'll go! Isn't this Tsarist Pan Jinlian!" Liu Sheng expressed his amazement.
Zhao Xin chuckled and said: "Not counting Pan Jinlian, it should be considered domestic violence. But if this happened in the Manchu Qing Dynasty next door, he would be beaten with a hundred sticks first and then executed in Lingchi!"
At night, while most people were asleep, Zhao Xin and Liu Sheng quietly went to the coal mine together and swept away the excavated coal.
At dawn the next day, the migrant workers in Beihai Town first dug a big pit outside the Tsarist Russian camp and disposed of the bodies. Then they searched the camp from house to house. In addition to Cossack sabers, they also captured long and short flintlock rifles.
They were taken away together. As for the clothes and bedding left by the Tsarist Russians, they were all left to Mergu and the others.
The Thunderbolt towed two sailboats and left with the prisoners. Its next stop was Beihai Town, and when it returned, it would bring more refugees.
Zhao Xin and Liu Sheng did not leave. They returned to the Oha camp with their troops and brought Zhang Bo much-needed coal. Zhang Bo, who was overjoyed, arranged for people to build earthen kilns and prepare to start coking with local methods.
In late May, the Thunderbolt returned to the mouth of the Oha River with the next batch of 3,000 refugees. At this time, Zhao Xin learned that the two battalions stationed in Fuldan City had gone south and returned to Beihai Town. So he ordered
The guard company was renamed "Oha Garrison Battalion", and the structure was first set up. At the same time, the guard battalion was responsible for conducting military training among the arriving refugees.
The Tsarist Russians will not give up, they will come again!
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Fleeing became a factor of social instability. Secondly, the Russian army participated in the anti-French alliance and entered France. They saw the prosperity of France with their own eyes and brought back revolutionary ideas from France. A revolutionary wave began to set off in Russia. From then on, criminals and revolutionaries
All the revolutionaries were exiled to Siberia, which became the mainstream. It could not only isolate the revolutionaries from society and purify the social atmosphere, but also colonize and develop Siberia. Historically, Chekov, the author of "Chameleon", was