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The explosion was more violent than people imagined, and the explosion sounded at the "city wall" of Petropavlovsk, and the concussion of the explosion only made people feel that the ground shook for a while, and in the explosion the wall made of logs was blown away, and the thigh-thick logs were blown into the sky, and the stones flew in the air, and the explosion did not even give them a chance to fall, just when they wanted to fall, another shell exploded, and again they were thrown into the air. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The logs were even set on fire in the air, and they burned in the air like a flaming boat floating on the sea. Everywhere in the city, Russians running to escape the shelling, soldiers and civilians, even hunters who boasted that they had fought brown bears, were running in a panic to avoid the shelling of enemy warships in the bay.

As a sharp whistling stopped, a house was blown away, and the violent explosion directly blew the house into the sky, stone bricks and logs were thrown into the air and mixed together, and several Russians who were hiding near the house were buried directly under the rubble, and the corpses were lying face down, and the rubble fell on their bodies, for them, the war was over.

For Muraview, the war had only just begun, and after receiving news of the battery half an hour earlier, he had ordered his troops to enter the battle, and the British would come back so quickly beyond his expectations, but he was expected that he would repel their attack as he had done the last time.

But the last few minutes had turned Muraview's perception upside down, and in the midst of the deafening explosion, he saw that the walls of the city that had been relied on and which had cost the British and French landing soldiers dearly, had been blown out of a dozen huge breaches, and that the city would be like a garbage dump - piles of rubble as far as the eye could see, which was the destruction caused by the explosion.

After dodging the impact of the explosion, Muraviyo, as the governor of Kamchatka, stood up again, and walked through the smoke-filled streets to the edge of the city, where the walls of the shattered logs were burning and simmering, and he stood there and looked into the distance for several seconds, the smoke rolled past him, the flames burned his legs and body, and then, as if he had no reaction, he walked through the dumped wood and stone field, and the sun's rays reflected on him from the smoke.

Everything was destroyed!

In just a few minutes, the city seemed to have suffered an earthquake, there were hardly any intact buildings, and at the edge of the city, Muraviyo looked at the stump on the ground, which was a woman's arm, and the arm of a Russian woman, which was extremely rare here, and now she was left alone.

What about her master?

Muraviyo didn't know, but she didn't have to think to guess that she might have been blown to pieces in the explosion, and this arm was the only trace she left in the world.

"Sir!"

As Muraviyo reached the edge of the city, the soldiers and hunters who were hiding from the shelling looked at him with despair in their eyes.

Just a few months ago, they had been bombarded by the British, and although the British and French kept shelling the city, they did not destroy it, but now the city no longer exists, everything has been destroyed.

Between Muraviio and the soldiers was a huge crater, nearly four (about 3.6 meters) wide and two (about 1.8 meters) deep, such a huge crater could be seen everywhere in the city, looking at the crater that even blew up the groundwater, Muraviio's heart was full of doubts.

"What kind of crater is this?"

On the cruiser "Yuefeng", the gunner on the side of the ship was stuffing a 45-kilogram 150 mm shell into the chamber, unlike the 105 mm shell, the 150 mm shell was divided into parts, and after the warhead was loaded, another loader loaded the cartridge before closing the bolt.

When a deafening cannon sounded, a huge cannon flame gushed out from the side of the "Yuefeng", which was a 150-millimeter naval gun shelling, its cannon sound was so fierce that Zhang Di, as the captain of the ship, couldn't help but tremble, looking at Petropavlovsk trembling in the smoke from the telescope, although it was more than three kilometers away, he could still feel the power of the explosion, accompanied by the explosion A huge cloud of smoke will be thrown into the air hundreds of meters, the black explosion is mixed with yellow, and the smoke will envelop the entire cityAt this time, the black smoke of gunpowder is like a flame spit out by the devil, and everyone is going to be buried in it.

From now on, there will be no suspense in the land war at all......

Looking at the marines who were preparing to land, Zhang Di had such a thought in his heart, soon, the palm-sized "small city" would be completely destroyed in the shelling, as for these marines, they went ashore just to sweep away the remnants of the enemy, how many people could survive such an artillery bombardment?

"Boarding ......"

With the commander's order, Bian Chengxun, like his comrades, boarded the white sampan along the climbing net laid down on the side of the gunwale, and after sitting on the sampan with 16 comrades, he immediately rowed the sampan hard, rowing towards the shore, when he rowed the sampan, he only saw that the sampan was rowing towards the shore, a total of five sampans, 80 people, this is the total strength of the marines, that is, the marines.

"Come on, don't wait until the warship has blown everything up before we go up......"

Bian Chengxun encouraged his comrades around him, while paddling the sampan vigorously, when he looked into the distance, he saw that the fleet had sailed into the bay, and soon, they would launch an artillery bombardment, and what was even more nervous was probably the army on those merchant ships, they could be put into battle at any time.

"Hurry up, hurry up, as long as you go ashore, you can take this city when the time comes......"

In any case, this credit can not let the army take the lead, although the Marine Corps was born in the army, but it does not prevent soldiers like Bian Chengxun from secretly competing with the army with a standard mentality, in fact, this kind of contest mentality comes from the recruit battalion, when the new barracks, the competition between companies and companies, squads and squads has never stopped, to the troops, battalion to battalion, regiment to regiment competition is also going on, and now the competition between the army and the navy has also appeared a sign, even the newly formed Marine Corps, is also involved, and this mentality of not admitting defeat has always been encouraged, even connived.

"It's no fun!"

Putting down the binoculars in his hand and looking at the brothers who were about to go ashore, Zhao Shulin muttered to himself, you don't need to look at anything, you just need to look at the current ghost appearance of Petropavlovsk, you know, what the next battle will be like, to be precise, the Russians in the city will no longer be able to resist at all - the entire city has been destroyed in the shelling,

God knows if now the Russians are waiting for them to come ashore, waiting to surrender to them. Even if the Russians resist, how long can they hold out? New warships have joined the shelling, and who will be able to hold out under such heavy artillery fire?

"Battalion commander, let's ......"

Qian Fakui looked at the small city that had been distorted under the fire, and now he was no longer even worried about how to take the city, he was more worried about another thing - what to do if he got ashore?

"When you get ashore, sleep there!"

But no, this is a big deal, now it's a cold winter, and seeing that the New Year is approaching, we can't let the brothers sleep in the tent all day long!

"Turtle son, tell the navy, let them leave us some houses, this place is not as good as Guangzhou, we still have to live here......"

Zhao Shulin's reminder was obviously a little late, and by the time he let out this exclamation, more intensive artillery fire had already been fired, just like the previous promise to them, the navy would bomb the city to pieces first.

When the fleet shelled Petropavlovsk, Shen Ming stared at this sea change, on the south side of the bay, there is the Viliuqin volcano in the distance of the volcano, and there is a volcano that is spewing smoke, there is no doubt that this is a natural harbor, and it can even be said that in Shen Ming's impression, there seems to be no better port than this. ，

"It's a good place to set up a base here......

But then Shen Ming thought about the location of this place, this place is too remote, and when he muttered like this in his heart, in Petropavlovsk, Muraviio had already walked to the burning city wall, and when he saw something under his feet, he bent down and picked it up, it was a string of prayer beads, I don't know who left it, maybe his master was dead, just like this city.

"Sir, the enemy has begun to land!"

A few months ago, in the face of the landing Anglo-French troops, Muraviio was there shouting excitedly and agitating the big guys, but now he could not make any noise. He simply walked to the charred ramparts, and stared at the sampans in the bay, the soldiers on which were rowing with all their might, and the five sampans rowed towards the shore like arrows from a string.

"My lord, what now?"

There are dozens of salutations in Russia, some of which are even legislated. At that time, there were 14 levels of state officials in the Official Registration Form, and they were called differently, such as high-ranking officials as "honorable honorables" and low-level officials as "lords". That's why the soldiers called Muraviyo the Lord.

What to do?

Faced with the soldiers' inquiry, Muraviio's brows were tightly locked, if he surrendered like this?

No!

Of course not!

The honour of Russia cannot be lost in his hands - surrender without seeing the enemy. So Muraviyo adjusted his mood and said with a smile.

"Hey, guys, what's there to be afraid of, soon those damn guys will be ashore, why don't we just pack them up, grab your guns, and load your bayonets. Bullets are stupid, bayonets are heroes, let them see Russian manhood! (To be continued.) )