Volume VIII 1287 The Rhythm of War by Exxon

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Again and again in small charges, the fortress of Jiaziku was attacked in all directions, and the Xuanwu Fourth Battalion was always able to encounter sudden and frantic attacks, which were followed by a rapid retreat that did not drag the mud and water.

On the frontal defense line of more than 1,000 meters of the fortress, you don't know where the enemy will feint and where the main assault will be carried out, and the complex terrain hinders the pace of the Russian army's large force charge, but it also creates favorable conditions for these small-scale attacks.

Exxon was indeed a very talented commander, he was able to make correct tactical changes through the different geographical environments of the battlefield, the first trench front of the hillside was gentle and the trees were scarce, as a result, Exxon opened and closed and directly organized two groups of more than 3,000 people to charge intensively.

The two waves of charges and white-knuckle combat made full use of the superiority of their own forces and the superiority of individual soldiers, which not only caused huge casualties to Xuanwu Si, but also directly forced the new army to abandon the first line of trenches.

When the battle advanced to the second line of defense, he discovered the steep and rocky nature of the battlefield, and developed a long-term attack tactic.

The Chinese Marines had strong fortresses to rely on, and the attacking Russian troops could also have rocky and giant trees to use as temporary barriers, and the battle lines of the two sides were glued together.

Rifles and grenades were not effective, and at critical moments they still had to rely on incendiary bombs filled with kerosene, and this Molotov cocktail in glass bottles was too effective against this complex geographical environment.

The cocktails smashed into the crevices of the rocks poured burning kerosene into each crevice, and the flames began to flow with the liquid kerosene, and the Russian soldiers who were hiding in the burning screamed.

The Russian soldiers, who couldn't bear the pain, jumped out from behind the rocks, and one by one the burning men launched a suicidal charge towards the fortress in despair, but they were knocked down by a dense rain of bullets before they could run two steps.

"Okay! Burn these sons of bitches!" cheered from inside the fortress.

"Save ammunition! Save ammunition! Incendiary bombs are for emergency use and cannot be wasted prematurely...... Company Commander Wang Chen ran through the tunnel, warning the red-eyed soldiers one by one, and snatched bottle after bottle of cocktail.

Wang Chen vigilantly lay beside the battalion commander Chu Zhao and whispered: "It's not right! This group of Russians seems to be deliberately trying to drain our patience, what are they going to do? Touch our bottom and consume our ammunition?"

Chu Zhao said coldly, "That's right, the commander on the other side is bad enough, if I'm not mistaken, they are about to shell us...... Pass the order down, and be careful to dodge!"

Before he finished speaking, the first trench area at the foot of the mountain suddenly burst into bright flames, and the Russian artillery positions that had just been set up opened fire again, and the shell screamers blasted towards the fortress.

The red-haired Ackerson is extremely calm, obviously a young man in his twenties, but on the battlefield he is as calm as an old man in his sixties and seventies, he is not only commanding this battle, he is also learning to fight, and he is also summing up the battle.

In front of the observation bunker made of sandbags, a large table filled with telescopes, pens, notepads, military maps, red and blue pencils, and various drawing tools.

Exxon would pick up a telescope to carefully observe the battlefield and give the latest orders, he would draw various lines on the map to supplement every detail of the battlefield, and after a while he would pick up a pen and start sketching shorthand words and numbers on the notepad that only he could understand.

What is the time difference between infantry and artillery coordination, and how should it be adjusted? Does the equipment carried by individual soldiers during feints affect mobility?

How should we compensate for the excessively straight trajectory of the field artillery? Where are the dead ends in the permanent fortifications built by the enemy?

All sorts of problems had to be broken down into concrete details and detailed figures, and the young major matured with incredible speed.

As he wrote, Exxon was still muttering to himself, and the corners of his mouth subconsciously hung a very evil smile when he was pondering. If it is in the aristocratic circle of a large European city, such as Moscow, such as Paris, such a young man is enough to make all noblewomen obsessed.

This evil smile to the bones, coupled with a handsome face and red hair, is enough to become a deadly poison for those women.

But in the masculine killing land of war, such an evil smile can only make others feel panicked, and those officers in the temporary command who are higher in rank than Exxon feel like this at the moment.

"Very well, maintain such a density of artillery fire for another fifteen minutes...... Take advantage of the time of artillery coverage to bring down our wounded soldiers, and let the Greyhound Battalion and the Coyote Battalion prepare for battle as reserves......"

"Sending a distress signal to the St. Peter, I remember very well that there were two secret weapons among the arms carried this time, and now it was time to use them...... Hehehe, let's see how long these Chinese can hold on?"

"Alright, before this evening, I'll open the treasure trove for you...... Although these Chinese are very strong, it is a pity that the war competition is absolute strength, and there are too few of them!"

The St. Peter on the sea soon received the flag signal from Eksen, and Stefansky was stunned when he saw it: "Need mortars? Damn, what are these Chinese building? Fortress? Thirty field guns can't solve the problem, all need mortars to go to the battlefield?"

As soon as Molière heard this, he suddenly realized, "Oh God, we have really touched the big fish, and Major Exxon needs the support of mortars, which shows that there is a permanent fortress on Tangwan Mountain! This is really Xiao Letian's secret base camp, and we have really picked up the treasure......"

"General, I ask the mortar to be escorted to Tangwan Mountain in person, and I must see with my own eyes what this treasure house is like......

In fact, not to mention that Molière wanted to see it, Stefansky actually wanted to go ashore and see with his own eyes what the treasury looked like when it was opened, but he knew that he was the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force, his post was on the flagship, and his first task was to control the entire fleet.

So Stefansky could only lick his lips and said regretfully, "Okay, you can go and see it for me, go and help a bunch of Ackerson...... And remember to leave me a trophy, I can't wait to see what it is like to see a mountain of gold......"

Molière raised his hand in salute and turned his head to walk off the bridge, and at this moment the two heavy mortars were also placed on the deck of the transport ship by the crane, the short and thick mortars looked like two small fat piers from a distance, and the 360 caliber shells hit the big wooden box, filling the entire deck of the transport ship.

"Let's go, boys! Go and give those Chinese a big gift!"