No matter how much Tyachenko and Ettolin wanted to break out their heads, they would never have imagined that the war would break out in this way, without the encouragement of the soldiers before the war, without the programmed battle book, and without the assembly of large corps, the war began in a round of artillery fire. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two artillery positions, alternately firing and preparing for battle, box after box of shells were pried open, the arms of the loaders were already tired and numb, and the voices of the gunners were already hoarse.

"A regiment of artillery...... Load...... Launch! continue to reload...... Launch...... Extended shot, elevation plus five...... Launch, launch, launch......"

"The 2nd Artillery Regiment, aiming at the Amur Bay, fired at the enemy's battleships...... Listen to my commands, shoot intensively!Launch ......"

The rumbling cannon sound deafened the ears of countless people, and all the anger accumulated in the winter was released at this moment.

This is the largest artillery bombardment in the history of mankind, this is a brutal and inhumane bombardment that has never been seen in the history of European artillery, I am afraid that Napoleon, the god of artillery, was reborn, and he will also marvel at such a density of fire coverage.

The artillery battle at the end of the 19th century was always four or five rounds of fire, seven or eight rounds, and then the infantry rushed upward, and even in the most critical decisive battle of the Austro-Prussian war, the artillery fire coverage was only an hour at most.

Today, Long Ye performed a miracle, he wanted to use 120 guns to pour 60,000 shells in 24 hours, and the target area was nothing more than a rudimentary half-timbered fortress.

There are 2,500 shells per hour that bloom above the enemy's head, and the quality of artillery in this era is far inferior to that of the 21st century.

The frequency of this kind of artillery firing requires frequent adjustment of the angle of the gun mount, and the vibration will reduce the accuracy of the gun.

No one has ever dared to use artillery like this, even Xiao Letian probably wouldn't dare to make such a bold attempt, and only the dragon master who was born in the green forest has such domineering.

"Fighting a war to the end is morale! This is like a duel between masters, and we can't weaken our momentum from the very beginning! It is precisely because they dare not think about it, and they can't think of it, so we have to do it all the more......

"Phew...... You rakshasas are crazy, then I will be a hundred, a thousand times crazier than you! Keep shooting, don't stop!"

The frantic shelling made the Russian troops in Vladivostok completely dumbfounded, and the soldiers hiding in the corner thought that after three or four volleys, the enemy's infantry would rush up, but they didn't expect that there would be behind them, and the deafening sound of artillery made their eardrums tingle.

After ten rounds of shelling, some commanders thought that the enemy should charge, but they just pulled the soldiers out of their bunkers and onto the wall, only to be followed by several volleys, and the flames of the explosion swallowed countless lives.

After twenty rounds of volleys, it was time for the Chinese to stop, but as a result, Ettolin had just ordered the sailors to prepare to go ashore to support, but as soon as the troops of the two companies went up, they heard another roar in the distance, and the fire of the explosion suddenly dispersed the strength of the two companies.

It collapsed, and as soon as the shelling lasted four hours, countless Russian soldiers collapsed, covering their ears and shouting "Oh God! These Chinese are endless! There is no end to it......

"Cowards, there's a rush up and let's fight with bayonets...... Cowards ......"

He was answered not by the roar of a bayonet, but by the continuous sound of artillery, which covered him with another volley. The company commander in the bunker rushed out with a brisk stride, threw the crazy soldier to the ground, and dragged him back with a scolding fight.

"Idiot! bastard, do you want to die? do you go out and look for death?" the officer scolded.

But the soldier could no longer hear him, blood oozed from both ears, and the eardrums had ruptured.

"Fight back! Fight back! What about Ettoline...... Now it's up to you to see the artillery of your navy, only the number of your cannons can suppress the enemy, you have to take the pressure off the army......" Tiachenko ordered with a roar in the bunker.

The herald marched through the city under artillery fire, and when he came to the bay to deliver orders to the naval commander, he was firmly rejected by Ettolin.

The grief-stricken herald ran back from the gap in the artillery fire, and as soon as he entered the command headquarters, he shouted, "Report to the general!" General Ettolins has refused your order, and he will not open ......fire."

"What? Are you an idiot? I'm the commander-in-chief of the Far Eastern Theater of Operations, and he dares to disobey my orders?"

"Report to the general, Aitolin said that the naval artillery reserves are already limited, if they are launched at this moment, when the enemy infantry strikes, we will have no shells!"

"What's more, if we choose to bombard the enemy's artillery position, then the naval ships will have to adjust their positions, and if we can bomb them, they can also bomb the navy......!

"Bastard!" Tiyachenko rushed up and shot his bow left and right and gave him two slaps, "I don't want to listen to his explanation, I want to carry out the order! If the navy doesn't open fire, I'll shoot him!"

Tiachenko grabbed the herald's shirt and said sadly: "You tell Ettolin, now is not the time to consider the number of shells, the intention of the Chinese is very clear, they just want to crush our last morale with long artillery fire! If the last bit of morale of the army is gone, can we withstand several waves of enemy attacks?"

"It's not a question of how to win and how to hold on, the most important thing for us now is to delay time...... We're going to have to give time to the cavalry regiments from Central Asia!"

Blood flowed from the corners of the herald's mouth, and he took a step back and saluted, "Yes, General!" After speaking, he turned his head and rushed into the smoke of the city.

The lone figure walked through the firelight, and when he brought the commander's words to Ettoline, the commander-in-chief fell silent, and the herald took advantage of the surprise to pull out the pistol at his waist and pointed it at Ettolin's head.

"I'm sorry General! I can go to a court-martialed to eat a gun, but I think General Tiyachenko is right...... In this land of the Far East, our more than 10,000 troops will not be able to win at all, and we can only wait for more time to wait for the arrival of the Central Asian Cavalry Regiment......"

"As long as we survive until the cavalry regiment crosses the Amur River, even if we are all killed, we will have completed our mission! Please, fight back, for Your Majesty's sake! For God's sake!"

The naval officers around him pointed their pistols at the heralds, and Ettolin's heart was shocked, and he reached out to grasp the barrel of the gun against his head, and gently lowered it.

"Brave soldier, go back and give orders to the general, the navy is willing to shoot the last shell......"

"Thank you, General, thank you, General!" the herald turned and ran back, but this time his good fortune came to an end, and in the sight of the officers and men of the navy, a shell hit his side, and the explosion engulfed the soldier, leaving no bones left.

Ettolin's eyes moistened, and he yelled, "Shoot back! Navy return fire!" Get into firing position...... Open fire!"