At five o'clock in the morning on August 27, when 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 located in the third trench of the Russian army four kilometers away. Outside the city of Yaksa
There are five such artillery corner forts in total, and each of them is equipped with 3 to 4 12-pound guns.
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 inside 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 is to make the Russian army confused about its artillery positions.
"What a pity!" Suvorov said calmly in the headquarters of Yaksa City, with no expression on his face. In fact, he did not expect that the enemy on the opposite side actually launched an 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, and 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 been dispatched. Inform Ancient City Island to pay attention to the enemy 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 artillery shells spurted out of the muzzle with a burst of fire amidst the rumbling sound of the North Navy's artillery on the opposite side, and then disappeared. After a few minutes, the Russian army's position
The second and third shelling shook the air one after another; from south to north, the fourth and fifth shelling continued to roar.
Before the initial sound of shelling completely disappeared, the sound of shelling from other triangular forts rang out again. They scrambled to be the first, and all the guns fired in unison.
The Northern Navy's artillery fire was based on the frequency of one test fire first, followed by five salvoes, in order to knock out several triangular fortresses on the periphery of the Russian defense line one by one.
Behind the parapets of the second trench defense line outside Yaksa and in the trenches were soldiers holding muskets. In the open space between the third and second trenches, balls of soil and mud kept rising up as if out of thin air.
The black smoke first appeared singly, and then flashed in groups; sometimes sparse, sometimes dense, clusters of exploding flames expanded with the air masses, rolling turbulently, and blending together.
At the starting position of the Northern Navy, three kilometers away from the Russian army, 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 flank 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.
"Oh God! How many people did they dispatch?"
"What a bunch of lunatics, how could they be so offensive!"
"Hurry up and take cover!" The speaker was a veteran who had fought against the North Korean navy. "Brothers, be careful to take cover! The enemy's rifle has a very 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 shells were fired
With the flames erupting from the muzzle, it slid hundreds of meters in the air, landed on the grassy wilderness, continued to bounce forward, 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 with gunpowder smoke. Not to mention the 12-pound infantry cannon at this distance, the 24-pound infantry cannon was useless. At least an 18-pound fortress cannon was needed to obtain it.
Twenty minutes after the North Korean navy launched its bombardment, about fifty Russian troops 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 continued to
The distance and position of the Russian army's firepower point was reported to the mortar battery in front. 4-kilogram grenades fell scatteredly on the right wing of the Russian army's third semicircular trench, and artillery shells flying from further away were fired.
A sharp whistling sound.
"General, the enemy's artillery fire was too fierce, and our artillery forts in front have been completely lost."
"Have the enemy's artillery positions been found?" 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 linen uniforms braved bombings and smoke and walked through the trenches. The captain at the head 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.
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When he came to his senses and sat up with his hands on the ground, a large piece of the chasseurs who had been preparing to set off had fallen. Burnt pieces of linen and weapons were scattered on the ground, and the burnt ground was full of bullet holes.
There was 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 wail.
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."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Liu Sheng on the side said: "No matter. Take down the third trench first, otherwise once the cavalry comes over, the second and third battalions may not be able to withstand it.
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"Okay." Zhao Xin nodded and said to another staff officer: "Inform the artillery positions and turn all the artillery positions to fire at the Russian positions 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 chance to 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, 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 their heads.
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, 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 soil erupted on the horizon. When Captain Ivankov once again propped up his body with his hands and shook off the soil, a sharp bayonet flashed in front of his eyes.
flashed.
"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 in the trench and tore at the helmet of the Northern Navy soldier.
It also fell, and both sides tried to grab each other's throat and clasp each other's eyes.
The sound of gunshots, killings, and shouts filled the trenches. The Russian army was a little panicked. They didn't expect these guys with Tatar faces to be so ferocious.
For several seconds, Captain Ivankov saw the unfamiliar face of his opponent. Looking at his opponent's fierce eyes, an instinctive fear came to his mind, and he pinched the opponent's throat tighter and tighter with his right hand. Suddenly, he
I felt a sharp pain in my waist, and all the strength in my body was drained away with the pain.
"Have I been shot? Or am I about to be captured?" The thought only stayed for a moment, before Captain Ivankov's right hand weakly let go, and his eyes fell into darkness.
At this time, the sun had risen from the east. The sunlight was divided into several lines by scattered clouds and gunpowder smoke, and fell on the Russian army's position. In the sunlight, everything on the ground was boiling. The ground was beaten by artillery shells.
The scarred and countless bloodthirsty steel fragments stayed in a pool of blood waiting to 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 and don't need them, but you have to fight with Rakshasa on the bayonet? What if it wasn't for this?
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, when he heard a "buzz" sound, and a solid iron ball passed several meters above his head.
Monk Zhou subconsciously shrank his neck and shouted to the soldiers on his left and right: "Be careful to hide!"
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 he accumulated in his previous decades of fighting career worthless. If he continued to fight like this passively, the enemy would be
The city will be attacked 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 artillery 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 was
The cavalry could only charge in platoons. Except for two companies that were left in reserve, the Cossack cavalry from other companies had already joined 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 appeared, 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 destroying this group of cavalry, they can concentrate on dealing with Yaksa City.
The sound of artillery fire as dense as drum beats rang out from various anti-aircraft gun positions. 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, and 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!
Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!
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 with a width of one kilometer, the artillery fire of the Northern Navy caused the white smoke columns that exploded like a whirlwind to rise frequently from the attacking Russian cavalry. However, the wave of the cavalry's attack was still turbulent. The shrapnel splashed from the center of the explosion was like a
The heavy rain poured down 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.
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In Emulkalun, 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 towards 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 Emulkalon had been captured by the North Korean navy.
At 7:10, after changing the coordinate position, the Russian bastion on the ancient city island began to be baptized by the North 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 ground. They could only huddle in the fort 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 and tactics he had learned since childhood were completely outdated. Whether it was Alexander Macedonia or Hannibal, or even contemporary
The master tacticians Condé, Turenne, Prince Eugen Sava, and Rumyantsev were helpless in the face of such an enemy.
This is no longer a battle, but a one-sided massacre!