It was silent, and no sound could be heard. There are no human figures in the wilderness, only the trenches and foxholes crisscrossing the yellow earth remind people that this is a battlefield, and try not to expose themselves to the ground unless necessary.

There were no trees or grass to be seen in the land, all the trees had been cut down before the battle, and they were used as materials for fortifications to be used in this position, and even the stumps came in handy, turning them into small tables and primitive stools under the tunnels.

Yang Yuchun, deputy battalion deputy of the 1st Battalion of the 1st Regiment of the 32nd Brigade, the main force of the 10th Division of the Northwest Military Region, was sitting on such a primitive stump stool at the moment, holding a notebook in one hand and a pencil in the other, using his knees as a table, and making battlefield records with his heart.

This is the homework assigned by the military school teacher.

As an in-service cadet of the crash course at the Ili Military Academy, if it weren't for the war, he would still be sitting in the spacious and bright military academy classroom, listening to the instructor's tactical lessons.

But the arrival of the war forced him to end his short experience of school-level crash course and come to this position less than fifty miles north of Barnaul as a battalion deputy of the 1st Battalion of the 1st Regiment of the 32nd Brigade.

Yang Yuchun is 28 years old this year, the word is Shizhai, Chongzhou, Sichuan. At the age of seventeen, he chose to enlist in the army the following year, initially as a soldier in the garrison regiment of the archery furnace. Two years later, he was admitted to the Chengdu Army Command College, and after graduation, he was assigned to the Northwest Military Region of Xinjiang. Starting from the platoon commander, step by step to the current position.

In the second half of last year, he was selected for the crash course at the Ili Military Academy, and his military rank changed from the original sergeant to the right captain.

As long as he successfully graduates from the crash course, Yang Yuchun will become an official battalion officer, or enter the regiment headquarters, brigade headquarters, and division headquarters as a staff officer.

After the start of the Second Sino-Russian War, Yang Yuchun quickly returned to his original unit, the 32nd Infantry Brigade of the 10th Division, one of the three main divisions of the Northwest Military Region stationed in southern Xinjiang, but he could not serve as a battalion officer, but only an additional battalion deputy. The current position of Yang Yuchun's division is located on the banks of the Barnaul River, where the Wehrmacht has only one battalion, and the Russian army on the opposite side is afraid of 5,000 men.

It's a pity that these 5,000 people are the 5,000 people who were beaten and turned to lose their souls.

When Kamensky led the mighty First Army of the Russian Eastern Front into the ambush circle, Worbasi personally led a group of cavalry and approached the Russian infantry at sunset on the pretext of meeting with Kamensky. The cavalry of more than 2,000 people suddenly accelerated their charge, cutting off the unsuspecting Russian army on the spot.

In Kamensky's stunned, a large group of Mongolian cavalry and Kazakh cavalry in ambush around him slaughtered out in unison, and on the preset artillery position, one cannon after another also pulled the rope. At the same time, large groups of Wehrmacht soldiers in skirmisher mode also appeared on the ground.

From a distance, there were suddenly more ditches on the plains of Yima Pingchuan.

The 20,000 small Russian infantry were caught off guard, and the result was naturally to kill the cavalry of the brigade on their backs. The entire First Army now has five thousand men left, a figure that is not accurate, but a rough estimate by the Wehrmacht.

These Russian troops are also tightly surrounded by the Wehrmacht, which has an absolute superiority in strength.

And even these 5,000 people were Kamensky, after coming back to his senses, decisively ordered to move out the rockets that accompanied the army and fired them indiscriminately, blocking the sweep of the cavalry troops, and finally gathered. Now this Russian army has been surrounded for two days.

For two days, they did not even launch an active attack. In Yang Yuchun's eyes, this Russian army has been completely abolished.

If it weren't for the fact that at dusk, Lao Maozi went crazy and threw rockets outward, the cavalry would have trampled them over. Although Yang Yuchun was shocked by the Russian commander's reaction speed and amazing command of the army at a critical moment.

The Wehrmacht also had no intention of taking the initiative to fight an offensive war. Stay up, time is on the side of the Wehrmacht, maybe now the Turkut cavalry has taken Novokuznetsk, and then it has already marched towards Tomsk.

Now the Russians have dug trenches, and they have unloaded the wheels of horse-drawn wagons as covers, and the rockets are used in a sensei, they all hurt each other, and the only thing that can be used is artillery.

And the Wehrmacht does not fight, not because they can't fight, but because it's not worth fighting.

How much grain do the Russians have left? Especially how much water do they still have in their hands?

It's been two days. See what they're like in two days?

Such a team is simply not worth fighting. When the time comes, they will be finished on their own. Is it really costly to shoot a gun?

The battalion officer of Yang Yuchun's battalion kept in mind the slogan of the Wehrmacht's 'sweat more before the war and shed less blood during the war,' and when it was his turn to step forward, he immediately led his subordinates to repair and reinforce field fortifications, trenches, communication trenches, anti-artillery bunkers, foxholes, and so on.

Yang Yuchun agreed with the battalion officer's point of view, although he also felt that the possibility of the Russian army launching a counterattack was very small, but everything had to be guarded against.

In the early morning, an order came from the superiors, and the balloon team observed - the Russian troops on the opposite side had begun to assemble. A new battle is about to begin, and all units on the front line must be ready to meet it.

Yang Yuchun was shocked when he heard the news, there are really people who are not afraid of death. With the Russians in such a tatters, do they dare to really counterattack?

The old birthday star eats arsenic, purely looking for death.

After receiving the order, Yang Yuchun's battalion officer immediately ordered his subordinates to prepare for battle. Stand in position and wait for the Russian army to let the horses come.

But this wait was a whole morning, seeing that it was noon, but the Russian army still did not attack, Yang Yuchun was a little impatient. In order to calm my mind, but also to get out of the 'homework' as soon as possible, and also to divert my attention, I picked up a small book and a pen.

However, he couldn't concentrate all the time, and after writing a few lines, Yang Yuchun could no longer concentrate, so he put the notebook back in his military pocket and inserted the pencil into the crack of the stump stool. Stood up and looked in the direction of the Russian army with a telescope.

There was still no movement on the other side.

After lunch, it was not until three o'clock in the afternoon. "Check the weapon!" The shouts of the Wehrmacht were heard from the positions of the Wehrmacht.

Yang Yuchun was in the trench, shouting twice to the left and right with his throat pulled.

The soldiers were silent, each checking the weapons in their hands. The fire detachment should also pay attention to the rocket boxes and rockets.

The only sound of heavy breathing of the soldiers and the clanging of their bayonets could be heard from the position.

Yang Yuchun quietly poked his head out and looked at the opposite side with a telescope, but he could see some vague shadows. The Russian army is indeed going to attack, but isn't it too bold? I really think that the artillery in the artillery positions of the Wehrmacht is fake.

However, Yang Yuchun's battalion is not the front of the Russian army's attack, and their battalion's position is at most obliquely rubbing the Russian army's queue. If the Russians had always adhered to this direction.

"Don't be nervous. Be calm, be calm! Rockets don't have long eyes, they hit when they hit. Where will the sky fly to, if it falls to the north, it is the north, if it falls to the south, it is the south, and if it falls on top of our heads, we are unlucky. Don't be afraid of guns, let's hide in the trenches, guns won't hit! ”

Yang Yuchun pinched the sweat of his palms, because he felt that if the Russians wanted to play a counterattack, they would definitely shoot forward with a rocket, and the ghost knew if the rocket would fall on his head. Hopefully, they will be blown apart by the artillery group before they can reach the 500-meter range.

Although the trench was two meters deep and there was a foot-high earthen wall piled up outside, it was difficult to guarantee that he would be able to get through it after the rockets hit.

But when Yang Yuchun collected his mood and turned his head to look over there again, the sky above the wilderness was empty, and the vague figures that appeared on the horizon just now all disappeared, as if they were his illusion just now.

The position was eerily quiet, and everyone held their breath and stared intently at the opposite side.

Then Yang Yuchun saw a group of soldiers, led by an officer with a military flag, rushing in the direction of the previous Russian army. Yang Yuchun was beating in his heart. He had a realization in his heart, but he couldn't believe it was true. Because this is too inconsistent with his mental preparation for half a day before.

Of course, Lao Maozi's surrender is not only unexpected, but also reasonable.

Where Yang Yuchun couldn't see with a telescope, a white flag was fluttering in front of the Russian queue.

Kamensky looked so untouchable that he never thought that he would one day surrender to the enemy on the battlefield. He was Mikhail Fedorovich Kamensky.

In 1770, the year when Rumyantsev was promoted to marshal, he belonged to the Second Army of General Panin, and was promoted to lieutenant general for his brave capture of Bingery.

But Kamensky was not sure what Suvorov's fighting in the Caucasus was like now, but he was convinced that Suvorov, his former best friend, who had parted ways with him, would not fall into the situation of surrendering to the Ottomans.

And if it weren't for the sudden mutiny of the Worbasi and Turghut cavalry, the First Army he led would not have been so miserable.

Kamensky didn't want to surrender, even if he only had such a pitiful capital left in his hands, he wanted to fight. For Kamensky, who came from an aristocratic family and admired Frederick II, surrendering was really embarrassing than killing him.

But he had to surrender, believing that if he insisted on attacking/sending him to his death, several officers behind him would kill him.

Although Kamensky has a bit of a funny brain, he is very prestigious in the army, and he can be regarded as highly respected. After the Fifth Russo-Turkish War, Kamensky became famous, and then he never imagined that one day he would be forced to make a choice by the swords and guns of the army he led.

Kamensky encouraged the remnants of the Russian army countless times that they must remember that they are Russian soldiers. Heroic fearlessness is the image of the Russian military.

Just like in the last war, with a rifle in hand, a neat line with a pen, shooting at the enemy under the slogan, this is the Russian soldier.

But it's a pity that the remnants of the Russian army have long been frightened.

In the face of the grim smile of death, Kamensky's words and agitation were extremely ineffective, no matter how hoarse he shouted, and even threatened to send him to a court-martial, more and more timid Russian soldiers increased, and in the end even Kamensky's own adjutants were dissuading him. The confidence of the Russian army in victory has completely disappeared, they are facing a battle that is doomed, and everyone cannot predict their future fate, there is no hope in sight, but they all want to live.

There is still a glimmer of life in surrender, and if you resist, you will definitely die.

The combat effectiveness of the army is in a sharp decline, and these are things that Kamensky does not want to see. Looking at the Wehrmacht in front of him, he was like a vicious wolf that smelled blood, and he was really panicked if he didn't pounce on it and bite it. It's a pity that he is led by a litter of wolf cubs that have not yet been weaned, not a pack of fearless Siberian wolves.

……

The blue sky is dotted with a few thin white clouds, looking up at the sky, the white clouds seem to be a wisp of light veil worn by the blue sky, accidentally revealing a corner, so high, so thin.

Kamensky sat down on a hard bed made of wooden planks, staring blankly at the tent above him. He was thinking about this defeat, thinking about the Turks who suddenly betrayed Russia, and thinking about himself.

Suddenly, there was a shout of 'foreign language' outside, and then a familiar voice reached Kamensky's ears.

"Zeberk Dorzi?"

The voices of the Turgot chieftains beside Worbassi will never be forgotten by Kamensky in his life, and he is sure that this is the voice of Zeberk Dorzi. Damn, this devil who came out of hell, there was sin and betrayal in every pore of his and his companions' bodies.

"You damn traitor—"

Kamensky roared, and he rushed out of the tent like an angry bull, his eyes glaring at Zeberkdorzi, eager to burn him to ashes. It was this demon, it was he and his companions who brought the First Army to its present miserable situation, he was turned to ashes, and Kamensky recognized it.

Zebok Dorzi's face at the moment was full of arrogance and contempt, and his performance seemed a little villainous, but he did not hesitate to come to the Russian army at this time, didn't he just want to show off the Russians.

Before the rise of the Chinese, the Turks were too miserable to be oppressed by St. Petersburg. Constantly fighting, constantly increasing, the strong men of the entire tribe are rapidly decreasing, leaving orphans and widows who have no support.

Don't look at Zeberk Dorzi's obedient deference every time he goes to St. Petersburg, but in his heart, he hates the Russians to the extreme.

"Betrayal? This is not a betrayal. I'm not Russian, I've never been Russian. Everyone in the Turks has the right to recover from Russia a blood debt of the past. This is the beginning, where can it be said to be a betrayal! ”

"Turghut has always been free, and we don't want to be tied to a rope around our necks in St. Petersburg and used as a lackey for a woman."

That's why they're not traitors.

Kamensky could not stand the superiority of Zeberkdorzi, his face was flushed to the roots of his hair, his nose was wide open with inner agitation, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and a deep wrinkle stretched from his biting lip to his jaw that protruded menacingly. He took a big stride, and once again like an angry bull, he slammed into Zeberkdorji.

But Kamensky could not have really crashed into Zeberkdorzi, and his lieutenants joined forces with the guards and hugged him to the death.

"Despicable villains, traitors, filthy traitors. The garbage is cleaner than your heart......"

Kamensky's voice grew from low to high, and gradually roared, his face turned red, then blue, his neck swollen as if it was about to explode, his head was covered with beads of sweat, his lips were full of foam, and his fists were waving fiercely. But he is fifty years old after all, and he has entered the twilight of his life......

Kamensky's anger was echoed by a triumphant smile from Zeberkdorzi.