The first wave of the Russian offensive lasted only one afternoon, and more than 10,000 casualties made Milyutin lose the courage to continue the offensive. Milyutin gathered his troops and retreated to the camp to rest, and Goxinga, who was short of troops, did not dare to pursue, but only made some raids and harassment at night. Mi Liujing and Guo Xing'a all thought about fighting again in the future, but unfortunately God helped, and they didn't make it the next day, and the goose feather snow won a rare tranquility for this fertile soil in the Heilongjiang River Basin.

The overwhelming snow made it impossible for the Russian army to organize an offensive, which made Goxinga, whose tent was crushed by the heavy snow, very happy, and still prayed in his heart that the snow would be bigger. During this time, the Fourth Division and other units that had been trapped in the heavy snow could rush over, and the two brigades transferred from the Second Army Group could also arrive. When that time comes, Goxinga can take the initiative to attack and annihilate Mi Liujing.

"General, all telegrams!" Xing Cong still drooped his head, and he brought bad news again.

"What's wrong?" Goxinga, who was building a snowman, was in a good mood.

"All the units were hit by heavy snow and could not march." Xing Cong didn't say much.

"All of them?" Guo Xinga thought that it was just the Fourth Division and other units that had been photographed by heavy snow once before.

"General, it's all the troops, all the north of Heilongjiang have suffered heavy snowfall, and even the attack in the direction of Temple Street has been forced to stop, and the railway freight has been greatly affected, and the traffic volume has been reduced to two-fifths of the normal volume!" Xing Cong ruthlessly broke Guo Xing's beautiful illusions.

"What?" Goxinga had already finished half of the snowman's head, which fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

"Not only did the blizzard come suddenly, but the snowfall was so heavy that the troops could not march even with sleds and plows. The direction of Temple Street was also flooded with heavy snow, and the terrain could not be identified due to blurred vision, friendly forces could not be identified, and artillery could not locate the target, and General Acton had ordered the attack to be stopped. After the heavy snow began, the railroad soldiers and the people of Zhimae have been working hard to clear the roads, and high-power snow clearing locomotives and other things have been used, but the speed of the train has been greatly affected. The most important thing is that the snow is still falling, and the difficulties are increasing. Xing Cong didn't expect such extreme weather in the Outer Northeast.

"Collect ammo and food and let all the ministries use them sparingly! Myryukin is really a relative of God! Goxinga's face turned pale.

Now Milyutin has stopped, but his reinforcements can't come, and everything is back to square one, but the drop in train capacity will cost Goxinga's old life. The mercenaries are fighting well at the moment, in addition to their own advantages in equipment, tactics, terrain, etc., the artillery support of the Guards Brigade is also crucial. But if the supplies in the rear are not continued, the artillery of the Guards Brigade will not be able to fight for long, and they will have to stop eating. Moreover, there is no train in the valley where Goxinga is located, so the train can only send supplies to the Obo station, and then the baggage troops will be sent from the station to the front-line positions. Now that the train can't run, the amount of this material delivered must be less, and the more than 100 miles of snowy road from the station to the battlefield are enough for the baggage troops to drink a pot. If the trains and baggage troops could not deliver enough supplies, and the artillery of the Guards Brigade was dumbfounded, Goxinga would really have to settle the battle with four times as many enemy troops with light weapons.

Guo Xinga is scratching his head in the snow, Mi Liujing is also looking at the snow and sighing, and the life of the Russian army is not easy. When Milyutin pulled out, he didn't have much ammunition with him, and he was going to go to the British for supplies after arriving in the Far East. But now, after many fierce battles with the Manchurian Army, the ammunition of the Russian army is almost at the bottom, and Milyutin still has not been able to get a single bullet supply, let alone even meet the British. After the blizzard, it will be more difficult for the Russian army to charge on the snow-covered slopes, and it will definitely have to rely on firepower to make a breakthrough, but Milyutin no longer has enough ammunition.

In addition to ammunition, the Russian army lacks clothing to protect against the cold. At the moment, the snow is falling all over the sky, and the weather is not particularly cold, and the tweed coats of the Russian army can still resist. But the northerners all know that as long as the snow stops, the temperature will definitely drop significantly, and the Russian army will definitely freeze to death if they rely on tweed coats to keep out the cold. Milyutin saw through the telescope that the Manchurian army had already changed into heavy fleece cotton clothes, even if the snow would continue to fall and the battle would not happen again, the Russian army would definitely freeze to death before the Manchurian army.

The most terrible thing is that, judging by the results of the first offensive, the Russian army has no hope of breaking through the Manchurian defenses at all. Now everything in heaven and earth has turned white, but the positions of the Manchurian army on the high ground are still clearly outlined, and Milyutin simply cannot find a way to conquer these positions. It was too late to change paths, and if he did not break the defense line of the Manchurian army, Milyutin could only die in this river valley. After thinking about it, Miryukyo always felt that it was more likely that he would see God.

"Your Excellency, Commander, this guy wants to see you, he said he has a way to break through the Manchurian defenses!" Vadudin suddenly appeared in front of Milyutin with a Russian soldier with an obscene description.

"Do you have a way?" Ignoring Vaduddin and the dirty uniforms of the soldiers, Milyutin pulled the obscene guy in front of him.

"Yes, Your Excellency, as long as you give me a little payment, I will tell you the way to conquer the position!" This guy is not only obscene, but also depraved in his thinking, everyone is going to die here, and he still has the heart to be rewarded.

"Say it! Whatever you want, official position, money, women, I can give it to you! "Milyutin is accustomed to these cattle-like soldiers, and they don't deserve the consciousness of a gentleman.

"This damn weather, it's so cold, you can just give me ten bottles of vodka!" The soldier's request was not excessive, he needed wine too much.

"Yes, say it! As long as your solution works, you can drink as much as you like! Although the army's current wine storage can't even meet the needs of officers, Miryutin agreed very happily.

"I used to be a coal miner, and many of my comrades were coal miners, so we were very familiar with digging holes. When we were digging the fortifications before, we found out that the soil here is very good, there are not too many large stones, and we can dig a tunnel directly under the enemy's position! "The soldier didn't quite understand the cause of the landscape, but he knew it. The terrain around the river valley is formed by river erosion, and this is the lower reaches of the river, and some of the highlands are simply silted up, not all stone mountains.

"Then fill*, blow up the gap!" Milyutin didn't understand at first, it was useless to dig a tunnel under the position, and the Russian army could not dig a tunnel directly through the ground. However, when he just wanted to curse, Mi Liujing figured it out again, and directly blew up the position of the Manchurian Army.

"yes, yes, we all know some blasting!" The soldier laughed lewdly, and he desperately wanted to drink.