The attack in the Far North did not attract enough attention. In fact, there were no Russian goddesses patrolling the vast Siberian land at this time, and the sharp-eyed tundra hunters on the ground did not care about the ones flying in the sky.
To whom does the battleship belong?
At this time, both the goddesses of the Soviet regime in Vladivostok and the last defenders of the Romanov dynasty were concentrated in the western part of the Siberian wilderness, demobilizing the middle section of the vast Russian Empire. Today's central Russia has become a
A huge meat grinder.
The Second Infantry Regiment of Veshensk is stationed in a position near a small village called Liyangka. The position is actually only some simple bunkers piled with sandbags. General Dong froze the ground so hard that trenches could not be dug at all.
deep.
Fortunately, the Red Army's artillery had insufficient firepower and poor accuracy, so this bunker was enough.
On this day, "Horseshoe" Yakov led his heavy troops to the bombed-out streets of Liyang Kana and began to distribute supplies to the Veshensk Second Infantry Regiment.
The Cossacks in blue uniforms huddled together next to the carriage, and the hot breath from their mouths sprayed on other people's military uniforms, turning into thin ice chips.
"Horseshoe" Yakov stood on the carriage and shouted, "Get more, take it all! There will be supplies coming from time to time! There must be no cigarettes! All the places that produce cigarettes are on strike!" The reason why Yakov shouted
The horseshoe was because he had injuries on his face in the Balkans. The horrific scars made his face look like a crooked horseshoe. According to Yakov, he was serving as the division commander in the army at the time when the Turks attacked
At that time, he was tasting the soup made by the cook. As a result, the Turkish cannonball directly penetrated the ceiling of the kitchen and fell into the big pot of soup. At this time, all the cooks were dead, and Yakov's handsome appearance was also destroyed.
Destroyed.
Khristoyani, who lives in the same village as Yakov, thinks this is probably true, because Yakov is quite beautiful, and even after giving birth to four children, he is still a popular figure at the village's amusement fairs.
Yakov recognized Khristoyani when the gun came to collect supplies.
"Hey big guy." Yakov said, "You came here from the Atamansky Regiment?" In fact, Khristoyani had already joined the 2nd Veshensk Infantry Regiment, but he came here a few times before.
I didn't notice him all the time.
"My horse is dead.
"Hristoyani responded to Lao Yuju, "Then the officers and gentlemen said that there were no reserve horses for me, so I came to be an infantryman."
In fact, Khristoyani did not completely tell the truth. The Atamansky Regiment had been annihilated by the Red Army during the attack. Their horses fell into a deep snow during the attack, and were then shot into pieces by the Red Army's machine guns.
The film was demolished. This institution no longer exists.
Just as Ma Shoao was about to say something, a sharp whistling sound came from the sky.
The Cossacks who were crowded together suddenly fell over a large area, and they were spread out on the snow like fish that had just been fished out of the river and dumped on the deck.
Then there was an explosion, and the boys in the baggage train realized what had happened. They quickly jumped out of the carriage and lay on top of the Cossacks.
Neither Khristoyani nor Horseshoe got down, and the sturdy Atamanski regiment cavalry took this opportunity to stuff a lot of cigarettes into their pockets.
"Okay," Horseshoe Yakov said, "You took enough for five people."
The shells were still falling one after another, but they were still some distance away from the village square where supplies were being distributed.
"Have they really learned how to shoot this artillery from the Chinese?" Yakov raised his head and looked at the sky, as if he could see the trajectory of the artillery shells. "The people in Heilongjiang who listen to China say that the Chinese
The artillery fire is very accurate, accurate and ruthless. What do you think, gunpowder and cannon were invented by those Easterners, and they have been practicing artillery for more than a thousand years!" Christoiani ignored Lao Yuju.
He grabbed another whole box of cans, then ducked under the carriage and lay down holding his head.
Horseshoe Yakov shook his head. At this time, a shell hit the small house next to the square that had lost its roof. It was like a whip hitting his butt, urging him to get off the carriage and hide under the carriage.
stand up.
The Red Army's artillery preparations lasted for about a minute. After the artillery fire stopped, Khristoyani patted Yakov's shoulder and said, "Old man, I'm leaving!" After that, he carried the loot and headed for the position.
As he ran, the Mozunagan rifle was as compact as a toy on his back, and the butt of the gun kept hitting the butt of the bear-like Cossack.
At this time, other Cossacks on the square also got up one after another, and an officer shouted at the top of his voice that the Red Army was about to attack, so they all returned to their positions and gave me a hard beating!"
When Khristoyani ducked into the trench where his company was stationed, Captain Yevgeny Listnitsky was yelling at the Cossacks to drag the machine gun to the firing position.
"Captain" Khristoiani stuffed his hand into the cat's ear hole next to the trench, and saluted the only officer wearing a gold epaulette on the battlefield with a somewhat unremarkable military salute. "How is the situation?" "Look." Listnitz
Nunuzui was outside the trench.
Khristoyani lay on the sandbags on the outer edge of the trench, stretched his neck and looked out. Listnitsky gave Khristoyani the telescope. Since most of the officers were killed in the battle, Listnitsky
He needed someone like Khristoyani, who had rich combat experience and prestige among soldiers, to help him control the troops.
Through the telescope, Khristoyani saw three black skirmish lines on the snow. A red flag was flying further in front of the first skirmish line. Two people were walking next to the flag bearer, who seemed to be leading the team.
attacking officer.
"To be honest, the officers of the Red Army are really talented." Lagutin, the Cossack of the Lower Dadan Village who was lying next to Khristoyani, said in a tone of sincere admiration, "Compared with gentle gentlemen, I prefer to lead by example.
You are a reckless man." As he spoke, Ragutin glanced at Listnitsky with provocative eyes. No, since the Crimean War, it has become quietly popular among Cossacks to dislike the North during battle.
Officers have a tendency to shoot cold shots, so no matter how powerful officers are in peacetime, they will tolerate the soldiers in war. Listnitsky just followed this tradition.
Khristoyani did not, and just continued to observe the formation of the Red Army. This land must be fertile enough to grow wheat. Why are they still attacking us tirelessly?"
"Count the bullets in your rifle." Khristoyani said coldly, "That's the reason."
After saying that, Takaya's cavalry turned their heads and shouted to the Cossacks in the entire trench to prepare for battle! Put the enemy at fifty paces before fighting!" Khristoyani's response was...a neat draw of the gun.
The sound of bolt.
Khristoyani was very satisfied with the morale of the Cossacks. Some people said that the Cossack troops were in danger of being turned into reds, but Khristoyani always scorned this. The proud Cossacks on horseback may be the same as those peasant mudbloods.
Along the way, the Cossacks relied on the honor brought by the war to obtain land, and relied on the glory of the war to repay His Majesty the Tsar's favor. This has been the Cossack tradition since the time of Catherine the Great, and it will not change now or in the future.
Khristoyani firmly believed in this. This was the belief entrusted to him by the glorious Atamansky regiment. Although that glorious regiment is no longer there, this belief still remains in his heart.
At this time, singing came from the direction of the Red Army skirmishers.
This voice made Khristoyani's shoulders tremble. He once stayed on the shores of the Black Sea to warn the Turks. At that time, his troops were stationed with a sailor regiment of the Black Sea Fleet, which was infiltrated by the Bolsheviks.
Many sailors have a tendency to become red.
Khristoyani once saw a sailor holding his beanie on his chest as if praying, looking at the sky with pious eyes, and singing this song.
This song has a terrible power. It will make you think of all the dissatisfactions in life, the sufferings of the past, and those people who have been cursed by you countless times. It will also make you ignite a desire and a demand for "want."
Be the master of the world!" the song goes.
For people who live on the edge of despair, this song has a terrible inciting power. It is like fire, which can easily ignite the flames reaching into the sky. Khristoyani believes that the Bolsheviks relied on the power of this song to become what they are now.
throughout Russia.
But Khristoyani would not be fooled.
"It doesn't matter!" Khristoyani once participated in the so-called secret meeting of soldiers' representatives. At the meeting, he yelled at the representatives of the Marine Corps, "You are not like other people riding on your head. You just let some
People become the new bosses! Is there an essential change in this?" "No!" A short and stocky sailor representative retorted to Khristoyani. "When our cause is successful, there will be no bosses! Everyone has to work.
Then enjoy the income from your labor!" "Stop talking nonsense!" The tall Atamansky regiment cavalry stood up and refuted the sailor. "There is clearly a glimmer of greed in your eyes, at least these representatives sitting here think so.
Become a master! Once you succeed, you will stand opposite the soldiers who elected you to be representatives!" Khristoyani was obviously outraged by the public. He was knocked to the ground by a group of attacking sailors, and the Cossack representatives
Howling, he rushed forward and got into a melee with the sailors. Finally, the movement attracted the military police, and everyone was put into confinement for two weeks.
Kristoiani shook his head to drive away the fear from his mind.
At this time, an old Cossack who was lying not far from him asked uneasily what were they shouting?"
"Maybe he's reciting a prayer? There are quite a few words," someone answered.
"I think it's the last thing I'm reciting!"
This remark caused a burst of laughter.
Another person yelled, I heard it clearly, they are saying "seize the land" and these farmers are coming to seize the land in our hometown on the Don River!"
"It's strange," Captain Listnitsky muttered as he lay next to Khristoyani. "The troops that attacked before were not like this."
These words made the cavalry of the Atamansky regiment alert.
"Damn it." He slapped his head hard, complaining that he hadn't noticed this before. "The ones coming to attack are the elites of the Red Army, real Bolshevik soldiers! Brace yourself! You can't let them get to fifty steps! One hundred
Shoot as soon as you step forward!" At this moment, the singing of the Internationale stopped abruptly, and was replaced by the thundering "Ula!" The Red Army skirmisher line, which had been advancing on foot just now, withdrew its legs and started running wildly, and the peaceful waves instantly turned into
The furious waves rushed towards the unstable embankment.