Early November 1937. The freezing period of the Yenisei River, the largest river in the USSR separating Eastern Siberia, has finally arrived on time! After several days of heavy snowfall and cooling, the surface of the river, which is hundreds of meters wide outside Krasnoyarsk, is frozen like a steel plate, and even 150mm shells may not be able to smash out the water. At the same time, the harshest winter in Siberia has arrived!

For General Sun Liren and his more than 10,000 Chinese airborne troops trapped in Krasnoyarsk, the arrival of Siberian winter meant that their bitter battle was nearing the end, and even those Soviet bears who had arrived from Novosibirsk had to hide and hibernate after a few more days. However, Sun Liren also knew that the last few days were not so good! After all, this was the last chance for those Soviets to open the Trans-Siberian Railway and restore the logistics of the Baikal Front and the Far Eastern Front.

After the temperature plummeted, the Chinese airborne troops, who were good at fighting jungle warfare, had all shrunk back into Krasnoyarsk. The harsh winter climate in Siberia is really not so pleasant, and sending troops into the forest at this time is afraid that they will freeze to death several times more than they will die in battle. Therefore, the next battle will be the most unwilling to fight a dignified positional battle for the airborne troops.

The Advance Command of the Northern Front was also established in the city in the former Krasnoyarsk Krai government building. Lieutenant General Sun Liren was appointed commander of the advance army of the Northern Front, with overall responsibility for the command of the Sino-Russian coalition forces in Eastern Siberia.

In fact, it is a Chinese paratrooper division and a Russian motley army. This motley army was a makeshift patchwork of more than 400 Empress Guards and tens of thousands of labor prisoners who had been drawn from several concentration camps near Krasnoyarsk. Combat effectiveness and loyalty are very suspicious, and it is not at all the appearance of being able to fight a tough battle.

However, due to a large number of high-ranking cadres of the Krasnoyarsk Territory of the USSR, headed by Martinov, they were persuaded by Natalie to surrender. The Chinese still found something useful from Krasnoyarsk. This place is an important transport hub of the Trans-Siberian Railway, with a certain number of warehouses for the storage of supplies. Although during this period of chaos, many of the materials in the warehouse were destroyed and stolen. However, what was left to be obtained by Chinese was enough to arm a standard infantry corps, including artillery that could arm 4 artillery regiments and a large number of machine guns and rifles...... This is very good news for the successful defense of Krasnoyarsk.

In addition, Natalie got an accurate "weather forecast" for the Krasnoyarsk region. It is said that in a week at most, the minimum temperature will drop below -30 degrees Celsius, and it is estimated that by then the Soviet Red Army besieging the city will have to return home.

However, in the past two days, the Soviet troops on the front line have obviously increased their troops, and the squad scouts sent by the squadron sometimes venture around the Soviet line from the flanks from afar, and have also found the marks of the Soviet heavy artillery driving by. Sun Liren contacted An Sihua, commander-in-chief of the Northern Front in the rear, by telegram, and reached a consensus that the Soviet army would definitely take advantage of the first few days after the cold winter of 1937. Unleash the last and most ferocious attack!

As long as this attack is repulsed, the overall situation in Eastern Siberia can be said to be preliminary...... After next spring, the 500,000 main forces of the Northern Front will pass through Mongolia and the Baikal Front, with only five infantry corps, will not be able to resist at all. What's more, the outcome of the European battlefield may have already been decided!

And the commander of the Soviet 29th Special Army, Major General Chuikov, who lost the battle but was promoted, also knew the significance of these last days. The success or failure of these days is not only related to the survival of more than a million people of the Far Eastern Front and the Baikal Front, but also directly linked to the unique head in the world on his shoulders! Because Stalin not only did not take responsibility for his defeat this time, but also sent two infantry corps composed of Soviet uncles. Obviously, he hopes that he can be ashamed and courageous. Guilty of meritorious service to the defeat of Krasnoyarsk. Of course, the higher Stalin's expectations, the greater the anger after disappointment......

But can a "blue hat" division with heavy casualties and seven reserve infantry divisions made up of Soviet uncles defeat the well-equipped Chinese airborne forces?

Standing in a grove outside Krasnoyarsk, looking at the city that would decide his life and death, Chuikov gritted his teeth and shouted at the commander of the 111th artillery regiment behind him: "Comrade Berekov, let's start!" Use your cannon to completely wipe Krasnoyarsk off the map! ”

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"Shelling, concealment ......"

Marshal Blyukhel was almost numb to such shouts. The high-pitched, piercing whistling sound that followed didn't make him feel any fear. That's because, on the one hand, he is a GCD person, and a GCD person is fearless; On the other hand, at this moment the marshal's heart is completely dead. A dead heart should not be afraid.

On October 23, 24, and 25, the Far Eastern Front launched more than a dozen fierce attacks on the Komsomol Peak southwest of the Chita Fortress for three consecutive days, but they all ended in crushing defeats. The Soviet troops in the Far East, exhausted from the 26th, had to abandon the offensive and switch to a desperate defense. And then the endless repeated shelling of the squadron began!

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble......

After only half an hour's pause, the ensuing explosion began to hammer the ground violently, and the earth shook violently with such a strong impact that it seemed as if the whole world had been distorted. The Red Army soldiers in the outer positions of the fortress huddled at the bottom of the cold and muddy trenches with their heads in their hands and knees on their chests. Trembling as he waited for death to come. The situation of the people hiding in the fort's anti-artillery bunkers was slightly better, after all, except for a few super-heavy guns above 210mm, other small and medium-caliber cannons still could not threaten them.

By this time, Marshal Blyukhel himself had been dragged back to the strongest underground fortress of the Chita Fortress by several loyal guards to avoid shells...... However, at this time, he preferred to be killed by Chinese shells. To be a glorious martyr of G-ism, and not to live to be the rich and powerful Duke of Blyukhel - this is the promise of Empress Anastasia in her personal letter to him! And what really made the marshal hesitate was, of course, not the empress's official vow. Rather, it's the following paragraph.

“…… Your Excellency the Marshal, Please come back to the Russian Motherland! Not for me, not for the Romanov dynasty, but for the Russian Motherland and millions of ordinary Russians! The Bolsheviks to whom you are allegiated, the Romanov dynasty from which I was born. In the distant river of history, it will eventually become a thing of the past. And what will live forever is our great Russian nation and the country of the ancient Russians! What will remain of this country after this catastrophe brought about by the Bolsheviks, the Chinese, the Germans and, of course, me, the 'mad woman', depends entirely on you and your Far Eastern Front! Please make a choice based on the conscience of a Russian and not on the belief in Marxism......"

This rebellious letter of surrender was now not in the drawer of the political commissar Malenkov, but in the pocket of Marshal Blyukhel's shirt.

"Sara stayed. Everyone else is out! "The marshal had his own special rest room in the bunker, and after driving away a large number of "waiters" around him, only one man named Sara was left. Yakov's old guard.

"You're also from the Cheka, right?" The marshal took out two paper cigarettes from his pocket, lit one himself, and gave Yakov another.

"Comrade Commander, you know......" Yakov nodded silently.

He was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man in his thirties with the rank of lieutenant in infantry. He did not wear a blue hat in public, but like all the guards of the generals of the Soviet Red Army, he was a man of the "organs". Directly under the orders of the political commissar Malenkov. Theoretically, as long as Malenkov says a word, he is obliged to shoot Blyukhel! But when that time came, Yakov didn't dare to guarantee that he would be able to do it! After all, he was an old spy who had been spying on Blyukhel for many years. The first thing Officer Blyukhel did when he was reinstated was to ask the organization to send him to his side.

"Do you think there is any hope for this war?" Blyukhel asked again.

"I'm afraid...... It's hard to say. "Listen to the explosion of shells outside, and you know that there is no hope. However, as a defender of the Soviets, Yakov could not say that there was no hope.

"yes...... It's hard to say. Blyukhel took a heavy puff on his cigarette, "It may not be easy to say for the entire Soviet Union." But for the more than 300,000 officers and soldiers in this fortress, the result is very easy to say, that is, the whole army is annihilated! ”

"Comrade Marshal! You whisper......"

Blyukherr waved indifferently, I am saying this in front of Malenkov now, and he will not do anything to me, because now no one wants to come to Chita to be the commander-in-chief of the Far Eastern Front. At this, he suddenly lowered his voice. In a low voice: "Comrade Yakov, if there is a way to save the fortress for the time being, are you willing to do it?" ”

Yakov nodded hurriedly. Blyukhel smiled, "What if this matter must be concealed from your organs and the Malenkov commissar?" Are you still willing to do it? ”

There was silence inside the room, except for the dull sound of cannon fire coming from outside. After a while. Yakov nodded slowly, but did not speak.

Blyukher's eyes looked at Yakov calmly. He smiled lightly: "From ten o'clock to twelve o'clock tonight, Chinese will stop shelling for two hours, you can take this opportunity to help me run, you go Chinese there, I will arrange all aspects for you, you send a letter to them...... This is my letter to Empress Anastasia, in which I will agree with her that as soon as the Red Army on the Western Front collapses, I will order the Far Eastern Front to join the Russian Army, but before that she will ask the Chinese to stop shelling and air raids on the Chita Fortress! ”

"Comrade Commander, do you know what you are doing?" Yakov jumped to his feet, staring at the marshal with blazing eyes, and his right hand unconsciously pressed on the pistol holster.

Blyucher remained silent, just smiled coldly: "Go and tell Malenkov what I said, I think Alyosha went to tell him the same thing yesterday...... The body was found this morning! Why don't you try it too, and see if he wants your life or mine!" ”

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"Put!" By order of Lieutenant Colonel Berekov, commander of the 111th Artillery Regiment of the Soviet Red Army, 12 Type 1903 152mm howitzers and 24 Type 1903 122mm howitzers were assigned to the four artillery regiments of the 29th Special Army (the 111th Special Army had two artillery regiments, and the 112th and 113th Special Armies each had one artillery regiment). 10 field artillery immediately let out a roar!

These cannons are certainly not worth mentioning if they are placed on the Western Front and the Far Eastern battlefield, but in Krasnoyarsk in Eastern Siberia they are the real battlefield masters!

A loud roar had been formed into a single one, forming the sound of a gale-blown wind on the west bank of the Yenisei River. The earth trembled violently. The storm of artillery fire mixed with dust and smoke, and the snow and ice on the ground rolled up into the sky. Everything trembled with the roar of the god of war. Patches of orange-red flames suddenly rose above the positions of the Chinese Airborne Forces. Large and small bombing spots appear at the same time as if there is no gap.

With the suppressive artillery firing, regimental artillery and mortar groups also began to fire at the same time. 60mm, 80mm, 120mm mortar groups. Began to roar with a high rate of fire characteristic of mortars. Around the huge smoke column fire stirred up by the heavy artillery, countless trumpet flashes and smoke columns were suddenly dotted, covering the entire position of the Chinese Airborne Forces!

Chuikov was still standing in the woods, holding a telescope to observe the effect of the artillery preparations. The surrounding Red Army fighters shouted "Ula! Ulla! The cheers and the loud roar of the shells exploded a little bit of a little bit of a heart that had been hanging on him. Compared with the previous jungle warfare when there was no front and no rear, and there were artillery and he didn't know where to put it, this kind of dignified positional warfare is undoubtedly his best at now.

Half an hour of potency shots. Then he paused for ten minutes, waited for the smoke of the shelling to clear, and observed the effect of the shot. This was followed by another ten minutes of full-strength firing, followed by the main artillery forces of four artillery regiments in the defensive positions on the front of Krasnoyarsk, which turned into barrage fire, covering the advance of three assault infantry regiments and seizing the defensive positions on the perimeter of Krasnoyarsk. Then came the most brutal street fighting! Since the squadron is at an absolute disadvantage in terms of artillery firepower and strength, Chuikov estimates that they will not fight with themselves on the outskirts of the city, but will use the buildings in Krasnoyarsk to fight to the end!

And the squadron guarding Krasnoyarsk seemed to be stunned by such powerful firepower in an instant. Their "dozen" 75mm mountain guns never fought back a single shell from beginning to end! In the telescope, Chuikov also vaguely saw that the civil bunkers were blown into the sky, and the obstacles and barbed wire fences that the squadron had worked so hard to arrange were torn apart by the huge power of artillery fire. In the trenches, there were also stumps and severed arms flying around...... It seems that the effect of the shelling is still very significant.

"Rush...... Ulla! Ula ......"

As soon as the artillery fire was prepared for a total of 40 minutes, thousands of Soviet uncles greeted the morning light, under the cover of artillery fire and under the supervision of internal personnel. Advance the attack along the road opened by artillery fire. The minefield hastily laid out by the squadron has been swept away by artillery fire, and there is not much left of barbed wire or anything. I just don't know how many Chinese are still alive in that seemingly sloppy trench?

"The formation of their charge is too dense!" Chuikov, who was standing behind the Soviet front to supervise the battle, put down the telescope in his hand and shook his head gently. Seven of its eight divisions were such reserve divisions that lacked adequate training. When charging, you won't be able to use any formation, you can only swarm under the supervision of political work cadres to play long live assault! Fortunately, the other party doesn't have any cannons, otherwise......

Before Chuikov could think about what would happen otherwise, he heard a sharp whistling sound! I haven't figured out what the hell this is. Countless rounds of 152mm and 122m shells exploded at the same time in this reservist charging team! The Chinese actually have so many cannons! These Orientals, who are even more cunning than foxes, didn't even use them to fight back when they were bombed just now, and they didn't use them until now! This intention is too insidious. Chuikov only felt that it was dark in front of him, but fortunately, the guards around him helped him and did not faint. He came back to his senses and hurriedly raised his binoculars to look again. As far as the eye could see, the charging team had been engulfed in a sea of fire, and the ears were full of sudden explosions. The ground beneath him shook violently. Some of the shells fired by the Chinese were still loaded with Bailin's incendiary bombs. A shot exploded. A group of soldiers rolled down in flames, and the flames burned all the way to the skin. Not even the muddy water in the crater can extinguish the flames! Chuikov stood there, his mind blank. Only one thought is still flashing, how can these Chinese have so many cannons? After this shelling, how many of the three regiments sent by himself are still alive! (To be continued)