The Sixth Amur Infantry Division under the Third Siberian Army entered the moving town of Sansanlipu in Anshan on the evening of November 17. Then the division commander, Major General Zakayev, was surprised to find the Second Don Infantry that was supposed to be in front of their division.
Part of the division is still stationed in Sansanlipu.
So the headquarters of the 6th Division, the main regiment of the division, the artillery regiment, the baggage train and the rear guard of the 2nd Division were squeezed into the not-so-big town at once. There were more than 7,000 people in total. The Russians drove out all the Chinese
The houses were still not enough for the troops to live, so some of the soldiers could only be arranged into horse pens and cowsheds.
Zakayev was very dissatisfied with this. For this reason, he even had a big quarrel with the lieutenant colonel commander of the Second Division Guards. The fiery-tempered Russian almost made a move. Fortunately, the adjutant next to him reminded him in time that the British and
German military observers and Russian military reporters were watching, so as not to disgrace His Majesty the Tsar.
No wonder Zakayev was so angry. The troops had not had a good rest at all since setting off from Dashiqiao. The order transmission system of the front army headquarters was completely messed up. The orders that were finally delivered to Zakayev were often lost.
The two orders before and after are completely different: one moment they have to speed up the advance, the next moment they need to form a battle formation for a decisive battle with the main force of the Chinese who are taking the initiative to attack, and the next moment they ask the troops to spread out and search the mountains to find the Chinese attack detachment.
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In the most exaggerated case, Zakayev received three completely different orders in one day, causing the troops to complain.
Even if the orders were changed day and night, the Chinese attacks were also a headache. Zakayev's division had more than 9,000 people when it set out from the station. As a result, more than 300 people were killed along the way, and more than 600 people were injured. The division's
There were also considerable losses in supplies and baggage, and the artillery regiment also lost an artillery battery of artillery and two large carts of artillery shells.
Although the casualties were not too serious, the Chinese's frequent attacks and constantly changing orders made Zakayev's troops exhausted, and everyone was in a state of nervousness.
In status.
After finally arriving at a "safe" camping spot, they needed a good sleep.
Then it was discovered that there were not enough beds, and many soldiers had to sleep in stables and cowsheds.
How could Zakayev not be angry?
The actions of the Second Division were too slow, the Kursk man complained in his heart, never thinking that his advance would be more than a week later than the requirements of the front army headquarters.
Zakayev, who was full of anger, did not know that as early as when the vanguard troops he sent arrived at Sanlipu to search for him a house for the division headquarters, the Chinese people had sent the news to him in an extremely primitive way.
A brave homing pigeon, a gangster in the mountains, braved the cold air of early winter to complete this mission.
Then the gangsters' elite soldiers traveled over the mountains and ridges overnight and sent the information to the main force of the Nanyang Army's Northward Detachment stationed dozens of kilometers away.
If Zakayev knew this, he would never have done anything like going to bed in anger without even specifying a temporary support point for defense.
Late that night, as the 6th Division and the 2nd Division shirk security duties from each other, the Russian army only sent out a pitifully small number of secret sentries around Sansanlipu. These secret sentries all looked extremely tired and were at their posts.
Even though he was dozing off, he was picked up with a knife and sent to the underworld without saying a word.
In this way, the main force of the Nanyang Army's Northward Detachment surrounded Sansanlipu without anyone noticing at dawn, and entered the city under the cover of darkness.
The battle was short and fierce. When dawn fell on Sanshilipu the next day, the entire town had been controlled by the Nanyang Army. More than 3,000 Russian prisoners, including Zakayev, were gathered in the square in front of the original county government office.
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"Reporting to the Acting Commander, the prisoners have been gathered and the loot is being counted. Please give instructions."
Chen Hongda nodded to the messenger, cleared his throat, and then said loudly: "Set up the radio and send a report to the base camp. After a night of fierce fighting, our army annihilated more than 7,000 people in the main force of the enemy's Sixth Division, and captured the division commander Major General Zakayev alive."
"yes!"
"Commander, what should I do with the prisoners?" a staff officer asked Chen Hongda after the ordering soldiers left.
Chen Hongda asked without thinking: "Are there any bandages in the captured baggage?"
"Yes, there should be a lot of them."
"Are there any military doctors among the prisoners?"
"have."
"Then it's simple. Set up the machine gun, have the prisoners line up, come forward one by one, and then use a bayonet to poke a hole in each of their legs. In addition, the military doctor will loosen their ties and leave bandages for them.
All medicines will be taken away."
"This..." the staff officer said hesitantly, "Isn't this a little too much?"
Chen Hongda smiled: "We are a civilized army and we do not kill prisoners. But the current situation does not allow us to take the prisoners with us, and we cannot allow them to go back with their legs and feet intact and pick up weapons to continue beating us. So we just
If you can compromise, you will lose one of their legs. Just tell the soldiers who are executing it to be gentler and gentler."
The staff officer curled his lips, and finally turned around and went down to execute it.
Chen Hongda turned his attention to the small town residents gathered around him.
"Everyone, after we retreat, the Russian army will definitely retaliate. I will give each of you a payment, so you can disperse and run for your lives."
Before Chen Hongda finished speaking, an old lady took over his words. The old woman said in a calm tone that looked down upon everything: "My lord, you have also seen who are the remaining people in our village. Those who can walk,
In recent years, most of them have become afraid of Maozi and fled to the pass. The remaining young people who are reluctant to leave home have also been captured by the Russian army since the winter and worked as porters. Now here are all old bones like us, and only the remaining
We have the strength to eat for free. Look, it’s going to snow heavily today. Where do you want us to escape?”
At this time, there was a commotion coming from the other side of the square, but Chen Hongda's eyes kept staring at the old lady and never left her for a moment.
"Old man, this Russian army..."
"Maozi is vicious, I know, I know it very well. But we old bones are tired of living, so kill them if you want. Sir, if you have mercy on us, leave us some weapons that are easy to use, Maozi comes
, we will fight with them."
"Yes, we fought with Maozi."
"Fight! I don't want my life anymore!"
The old lady's words aroused a chorus of agreement among the old people. One of them, a hunched old man, knocked on the ground with his crutches and repeated in a hoarse voice: "I have lived in this land for eighty years, and I can't die.
Give it to Maozi! Eighty years!"
Chen Hongda was silent. He looked at the wrinkled face of the passionate old man and old lady. He suddenly felt a little out of breath, and his clenched fists were filled with sweat unconsciously.
Finally, he used a low voice to suppress the excitement of the old people: "Sorry, our ammunition is not sufficient to meet your requirements. I hope everyone can try their best to survive. If you can escape Russia,
The massacre of the Russian army, I guarantee that you will be able to see the day when the Russian army disappears from our land. I guarantee that it will not be too long."
After speaking, Chen Hongda stood at attention and presented standard military salutes to his fellow villagers.
Then he turned around decisively, took solid and heavy steps, and walked towards the staff officers who had retreated into the distance at some point.
Behind him, all the soldiers of the Nanyang Army imitated their officers and stood at attention to salute the fellow villagers...
The north wind howls, like a tragic song, telling the disaster and pain this black land has experienced in the past ten years.
In the cold wind, the Nanyang Army soldiers in black began to retreat silently. The people who were left behind stood in place, like a group of well-made sculptures and a monument to the suffering of the nation.
"It's all gone. Go home and have a good meal. Wait."
The first person to speak was the old man tapping the ground with his cane. He was probably the elder of the village, so the other villagers who were not much younger than him helped each other and left the place where they had been standing for a long time since this morning.
, leaving deep footprints one after another.
Only the old man was still standing there, looking into the distance in the direction of the army's retreat.
Finally, the old man got tired of looking at it. He turned around with his body numb from the cold and was about to walk towards his home with empty walls. At this moment, his eyes fell on the mountain plum tree behind him.
The snow on the mountain plum trees has fallen away, and ice skates are still hanging on the bare branches. But surrounded by the ice skates, a little whiteness blooms in the wind.
The crutch in the old man's hand suddenly fell to the ground. He stared at the white stars standing proudly on the branches facing the north wind, and his withered old eyes widened in surprise.
"How is that possible? It's only November now..."
The old man knelt down toward the plum blossom tree. He inserted his hands into the snow and kept going downward until his fingertips touched the hard black earth.
"Oh my God, you finally opened your eyes!"
The old man looked up to the sky and howled, and burst into tears.
As the saying goes, "The cliff is already covered with hundreds of feet of ice, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches."
It's just that this unknown old man can no longer see that moment when the mountain flowers are blooming.
(Hey, I accidentally clicked ctrl+v once. I wonder how I got 5k words).