Samara. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Commander, the cannon you want has arrived."

An officer put down the phone and said to the lieutenant general, who was not far away.

"Ma, how did they get it?"

Chen Xing, the commander of the First Cavalry Army, turned his head and said with some surprise.

He has been blocked outside Samara for almost half a month, no one expected this fortress to be so tenacious, the 100,000 Russian troops guarding here, using the bunker trenches and a small amount of barbed wire supported by the Swedes, plus mines and rifled guns, to block the footsteps of the Ming army, the First Cavalry Army has lost more than half a brigade so far, but they are still helpless.

The point is that there is no heavy artillery.

They were cavalry, and the largest was only a three-inch howitzer.

Of course, this is not a problem.

Under normal circumstances, if they need it, they can apply for support, and then the heavy artillery brigade equipped with four-inch heavy field guns will join the battlefield, but unfortunately not here, they are not like other armies, they have sea or inland river shipping to support, their materials must be transported from Yongsheng through hundreds of miles of land, even if there is the Samara River in the middle, there must be a section of nearly two hundred miles that can only be used by carriages, and four-inch field guns weighing more than ten tons want to be dragged by horses and travel two hundred miles on the muddy and swampy Russian plain......

That would be a disaster.

An offensive battle in a fortress without the support of heavy artillery would certainly not have been smooth.

But now it's fine.

"This is your heavy artillery?"

Half an hour later, Commander Chen looked at the strange cannons in front of him in amazement, these group military departments specially transferred to support him, it is said that it is still the latest cannon, the caliber is indeed amazing, even more than a four-inch gun, but the barrel wall is very thin, at least in his opinion, it is slightly thicker than the launch tube of the heavy rocket, and there is no complex gun carriage of heavy artillery, just a thick steel pipe that is not too thick, supported by a tripod and pointed to the sky at a large angle, and the tail pestle is on a bowl-shaped steel base.

Well, this is a mortar.

Five-inch mortar.

Or a 160-mm heavy mortar.

Yang Feng now does not need only small-caliber mortars for infantry support, his infantry equipment has formed a crushing advantage over the enemy, and his infantry guns also meet the needs of front-line infantry, in fact, the elevation angle of two-inch infantry guns is larger than that of ordinary mortars. Rather, he needed a more mobile heavy artillery to meet the needs of the infantry in the vast plains of Eastern Europe without the support of inland shipping, and now his infantry had the support of inland navigation, but not every city in the vast European land had canals. Although the four-inch heavy field gun is easy to use, it is obvious that the Eastern European Plain, which can trap the mustache mechanized troops, is still not suitable for this kind of thing, especially in the era when there are no high-horsepower gun trucks and modern roads, such heavy mortars are undoubtedly the most suitable.

Although the breech-loading 160-heavy mortar was not light, it was at least much lighter than a four-inch field gun weighing more than a dozen tons.

"Commander Chen, this is the latest style, the first heavy mortar battalion in the whole army, and the General Staff specially ordered it to you."

Said a colonel who brought the twelve heavy mortars over.

"I don't care if they're the latest or not, I just want to know how big their shells are and how far their range is, my three-inch howitzer shells are too small, my heavy rocket range is not enough, I want something that can make up for their shortcomings, as for whether it's the latest I don't care now."

Chen Xing said angrily.

"The range is twelve miles, as for the shells ......"

The officer smiled wickedly and continued, "It takes four people to carry it." ”

Chen Xing gasped.

An hour later, he finally saw what kind of monster he had gotten, next to the twelve heavy mortars, the artillerymen in groups of four each carried a shell with a tail weighing eighty pounds, carefully put it into the open barrel, and then completed a series of slightly complicated locking procedures, and then all twelve cannons raised their muzzles and pointed to the sky at a large angle, as the battalion commander ordered the artillery commanders to complete the firing, blazing flames suddenly erupted from the muzzle, and the huge cannonballs shot straight into the sky like those heavy rockets, After reaching the apex of the ballistic, he plunged down and turned into a terrifying flame on the Russian defense line in the distance.

"Madamn, this thing is good!"

Chen Xing said excitedly.

Of course this thing is good, this is the five or six type, World War II level weapons, even when it comes to the war against Vietnam, it is still used, although the Ming army is not the original, but in addition to being heavier, it is not much worse than the original, and at the same time, those artillery operated twelve cannons at the fastest speed, and the loading was completed in less than thirty seconds, and then the cannon roared again.

"Go on, smash this place!"

Chen Xing roared.

At this moment, on the other side of the Samara battlefield, on the winding Volga River, a huge fleet of ships was flowing downstream, and on one of the large three-masted galleons, a burly, brown-haired old man like a brown bear stared expressionlessly in the direction of the battlefield, where gunsmoke and fire shrouded the sky, thunderous explosions kept coming, and from time to time a series of terrifying fires could be seen shining in the smoke.

"Your Majesty, you can't go any further!"

A general beside him whispered.

"Samara will not last long, at most half a month will definitely fall, then the Volga will be cut off from shipping, and you will be surrounded by the enemy."

He went on to say.

"I am the Tsar of Russia, I am their commander-in-chief, and I must fight side by side with the soldiers to defend the country."

The old man said.

Well, this is Peter I.

Unlike the original history when he saved a soldier who fell into the water in St. Petersburg and died of typhoid fever, he is still alive and healthy, and even just put his wife, Catherine I in history, and Peter II in his grandson to death, because his eldest son was suspected of participating in a rebellion against him and died in prison, and the youngest son born to him and Catherine I also died of illness, so now he is extinct, and the crown prince is his niece Anna.

Of course, it is difficult to say whether the latter has a chance to succeed to the throne!

"But Your Majesty, it's useless for you to go to Tsaritsyn, the enemy's strength is no longer something that can be solved by the general's strategy, their victory has always been crushed with absolute strength, your talent is of no use to defend Tsaritsyn, there is no need for you to boost morale, our soldiers do not lack the will to fight, they just have too much difference between their weapons and the enemy, on the contrary, you are more useful to Russia in Moscow, you are the hope of the people, as long as you are still in Moscow, the hope of Russia is still there!"

The general said.

Peter I was to go to Tsaritsyn to personally command the battle against the Ming army.

It was being attacked by 200,000 Ming troops of two armies, and in order to defend the city, Russia had mobilized a staggering 500,000 troops, knowing that the whole of Russia had only a population of more than 10 million, and the real army was only 1 million, so it can be said that almost all that could be fought was filled into this meat grinder. If Tsaritsyn is defeated, Russia will no longer be able to organize any large-scale campaigns, and will eventually have to turn to the guerrilla warfare that was previously formulated, that is, to use Russia's vast territory and the bitter cold of winter to drag down the Ming army, but at the cost of the whole of Russia being reduced to ruins. At the same time, millions of people had to die, and in the style of the Ming army, it is estimated that a third of the people in Russia will not die, and it is absolutely impossible to give up, and now it is said that adult men in the Caucasus are about to be killed. In fact, Peter is the end of the battle, if he can win Tsaritsyn, then he has a bargaining chip with Yang Feng, if Tsaritsyn is defeated, then there is no point in fighting the war.

The fate of Russia depends on this.

Peter sighed softly.

Of course he knew what the general was saying.

But he had no other choice, because ......

"Ming Army!"

Suddenly, an exclamation rang out.

He hurried to look to the shore, and in the distance a group of cavalry was galloping towards them, and among these cavalrymen in red uniforms were four large carriages, on which a strange weapon was faintly visible.

"Quick, fire, it's their rapid-fire cannon, don't let them get within two miles!"

The captain of the battleship behind Peter shouted in horror, and then a dozen twenty-pounder rifled guns on the ship roared at the same time, and the cannonballs flew out with a whistling fire, but because the distance was too far, only one hit the cavalry, and before it could land, it exploded in mid-air, and the three cavalrymen immediately fell off their horses, but these cavalrymen did not retreat, but rushed up a high slope next to them as fast as they could, and then the four carriages stopped at the same time, and when the second round of Russian shells flew over, the carriages erupted with flames.

"Lie down!"

The captain roared behind Peter.

Before he could react, one of the attendants knocked him down, and almost at the same time there was an explosion overhead, and Peter was just about to look up at the location of the explosion, when a second explosion sounded, and then like a firecracker, the explosion sounded at very short intervals, shrapnel, and the blown wood struck the crowd on the deck like a torrential rain, and the attendants and crew were beaten into mourning, and even Peter's face was pierced with a piece of broken wood, and what was even more terrible was that these shells were mixed with white phosphorus shells, and soon the sails above his head were burning.

"Your Majesty, abandon ship!"

The general shouted.

Almost at the same time a shell exploded on the deck in front of him, and countless shrapnel and broken wood hit him in the face in the firelight, and he was instantly unrecognizable, and in his screams, Peter I did not hesitate at all, and jumped out of the boat at once and threw himself into the water of the Volga River below, and then swam desperately towards the safety of the west bank, and before he could swim to the shore, an earth-shattering explosion sounded behind him, and a huge force pushed the river, throwing him up like a wave, and falling heavily on the shore.

His ship exploded.

Fortunately, at this time, as more and more Russian warships joined the ranks of the fire, the Ming cavalry finally retreated.

Peter looked at the burning Volga River in front of him with a gloomy face, just such a small group of cavalry for two minutes of attack, he lost five ships, at this time the burning wreckage was crowded on the river, although the Volga River was wide, but after all, it also divided the channel, these five piles of tatters completely blocked the channel, and what he was carrying at this time was a whole huge river fleet, hundreds of ships of all sizes lined up on the Volga River, because the obstruction here had to slow down, and crowded in the back.

Soon a small boat docked and took him to another warship.

"Quick, clear the river!"

Peter immediately gave the order.

But at this moment, suddenly a strange whistling sounded.

"Shelling!"

The captain exclaimed.

A large hole appeared in the sail of a battleship in front of him, and almost at the same time, a terrifying flame on the deck suddenly exploded, as if the gunpowder of the entire ship exploded, and the warship of hundreds of tons suddenly turned into countless fragments and flew in all directions, and the explosion was wrapped in broken wood and shrapnel, and crashed into Peter's ship like a tsunami, and he was thrown up like a toy, and hit a mast behind him.

Fortunately, his strong physique saved him.

After the explosion, with a burst of deafness, he stubbornly stood up on the messy deck.

However, the next moment, he knew what hell was, the strange whistling sound kept sounding above his head all the time, and the same terrifying explosion and fire ball also kept rising in the congested fleet, using that huge power to continuously tear the warships to pieces, countless Russian soldiers were crushed in the explosion, and the Volga River completely turned into a sea of fire.

Why is that?

Looking at the tragic scene in front of him, Peter said with a wry smile.

He could not understand how the monarch of the East, who was younger than him, had managed to do all this, how a country that had just been conquered by a foreign race had destroyed the Tatars who had ruled them in just thirty years, and had become the hegemon of the world, and even the conqueror of the whole world, and the country he had worked so hard to build for thirty years was as fragile as a lamb in front of a brown bear in the face of this terrible enemy.

Could he really be a god?

But if he is a god, then what is God?

He shook his head bitterly.

In fact, by this time he already knew what God was.

Almost at the same time, a whistling sound sounded overhead, and the next moment a black shadow flashed in front of him less than a meter away, and there was a heavy impact under his feet, and then the next moment his world was fiery red.

At this time, on the artillery position of the Ming army seven kilometers away from here, the twelve five-inch mortars, still under the operation of those artillerymen, kept firing into the sky, and the shells that were nearly 50 kilograms heavy with antimony ladders reached the apex of their ballistics and fell with their tails, creating new killings in the Russian fleet. The entire Russian fleet was destroyed in the explosion, along with their imperial tsar, and of course the hundreds of thousands of Russian troops in Tsaritsyn, who were fighting hard, because their logistical lifeline was completely cut off, and they would no longer have a supply of shells and bullets.

(The scourge is finished this month.,It's hard to say which day exactly.,The new book is gone.,For the time being, one chapter a day.,Two chapters will be restored after the scourge is finished.,The following is the link)