Chapter 605: Outpost

Liu Guodong panted and ran forward, the safety on the Chuntian-style sniper rifle in his hand had been opened, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed forward. From the sound of gunfire coming from the front, it was certain that the number of people fighting one side must be out of disadvantage, and he even heard the sound of the Soviet Russian Dzhegalev DShK-38 heavy machine gun.

The Dzhegalev DShK-38 heavy machine gun is one of the most famous machine guns of the Soviet army, although it is less mobile, but the caliber of 12.7 mm can be provided in positional warfare, right? Unrivaled firepower. Now that the Russians have such heavy weapons, there must be a lot of pressure on the brothers in the outpost.

A mile in front of Liu Guodong's outpost, a team of more than 100 soldiers wearing white cloaks was storming a lone outpost in front. Behind them were three Dzegalev heavy machine guns to provide cover for them, and a dense stream of bullets with a whistling sound swooped down on the positions of the Chinese people in front.

"Comrade Velyaf, how long do we have before we take the enemy's outpost."

Commissar Khoryuyev, dressed in a thick fur coat, asked the partisan commander next to him, as the political commissar of the Baikal partisan brigade, right? Than the desire to solve this Chinese guard as soon as possible. This guard post of the Chinese was a big rock blocking their way into Ulan-Ude, and their hands were stained with the blood of the partisans, for three months. Hundreds of heroic guerrilla fighters and SWP members have died under the butcher's knife of this horde of hateful invaders, and now it is time for revenge.

In the past few months, the Soviet Russian government has added nearly 200,000 troops to Lake Baikal, and although this army group cannot be used as an offensive force due to the "Soviet-Chinese Ceasefire Agreement," it is still very conscientious as a deterrent force. After the replenishment of personnel and materiel by the Baikal Front, the partisans, which had been beaten to the brink of death by the Chinese Wehrmacht and the Russian Protectorate Army, regained their former vigor and were now constantly active between Selenginsk and Lake Baikal as a tentative and harassing force.

"Commissioner Horyuyev, the resistance of the Chinese is very tenacious, although their number is small, but their fortifications are very well built, and the ammunition is also sufficient, it is difficult for us to suppress them with light weapons alone, we must have artillery support." The guerrilla captain Veryav looked at the flames that kept spewing out of the snow, and he was also very embarrassed, although he was the nominal commander of the guerrilla force, but the people of the earth found that in Soviet Russia, only the political commissar was the final decision-maker of a force.

Klyuev looked back at the artillerymen who were busy three hundred meters behind him, thought for a moment and agreed to Velyav's request, "Okay, but Comrade Velyav, you have to pay attention to the fact that there are not many shells for these artillery, and they can only support your fire support for half an hour at most, and if the shells run out, you will have to wait until the next supply is not found." ”

Although the Russians are known as cannonism, they never find the number of shells, and they are always extravagant, but that only refers to the regular army, and poor ghosts like guerrillas who have to lick their fingers are not included. Now the four M-1902 field guns in the partisans are like treasures in the hands of the Klyuev government, and no one can move without his consent.

"Boom Boom"

The erected artillery fired, and the whistling shells landed on the ground in front of the outpost, right? The snow suddenly splashed, and Shi Jianfei hid in the trench with Suomi submachine gun, not daring to show his head, and secretly cursing this damn Russian in his heart.

"Mortars, hurry up and suppress the enemy's infantry" Shi Jianfei, who was afraid that the enemy would take the opportunity to charge, had to give the absurd order to use mortars to suppress field artillery and infantry.

"Knock Knock Boom" was accompanied by a series of explosions, and the orange-red flames rising from the distant shells lit up the vicinity of the Soviet partisans for several seconds. These shells from the 60 artillery guns fell on the road of the Soviet attack, blowing up several Soviet and Russian partisans who were bending over to attack, but then they called the Soviet four field guns to return fire, and the two mortars that were desperately firing shells suddenly became silent, and the remaining two mortars had to quickly move their positions.

"The 2nd Squadron immediately followed the 1st Squadron Charge"

"Comrades march for the Soviets"

Klyuev brandished Tokarev's pistol and encouraged the soldiers to charge forward, at this time he had already seen his own shells constantly falling around the opponent's outpost, and his heart suddenly became convinced, this time he must pull out this killing, right? Count the nails of the Soviet Russian partisans.

Looking at the exposed figures of the hundreds of guerrillas in white cloaks who suddenly stood out in the snow more than 300 meters away, Shi Jianfei ordered the soldiers in the tunnel to fire quickly, if such a good target was not hit, he would be punished.

The dense and crisp sound of Garand rifles and MG42 general-purpose machine guns rang out from the position, and the Russians fell in one fell swoop around the burst of light and heavy machine guns and the rapid and dense strafing of submachine guns.

Although the snow on the ground and the snowflakes flying in the air provided cover for the guerrillas' infiltration, the knee-deep snow became the biggest obstacle to their progress, and the slow progress made the soldiers a target in the snow, and such a charge was useless. can only let the Chinese people on the opposite side carry out a one-sided massacre.

But the Russians are not stupid either, they find that their greatest advantage now is their artillery. Under the command of Velyaf, the partisans did not attack again, but used their four field guns to shell the positions of the Chinese on the opposite side at a long distance. The shells that fell on the position lifted the thick ice on the position, and the scattered fragments quickly took the lives of several Chinese soldiers, and Shi Jianfei found that these guerrillas only needed to use artillery fire to wipe out all their thirty brothers.

Shi Jianfei lowered his head and ran to the anti-artillery hole and grabbed the communicator who was constantly calling by the radio: "If you haven't contacted the battalion headquarters, how can the air force give us support?" Did you tell them that we are now surrounded by old hairs"

"Sir, I've said it all, but the battalion headquarters said that the wind and snow are too big now, right? Reinforcements are being sent to us from nearby stations, but it will take three hours at the earliest."

"These bastards"

Looking at the correspondent, right? Nai's tone, Shi Jianfei was so angry that he scolded, and he didn't notice that he was scolding the Russians who were raised by dogs or scolding the air force that could not provide air support due to weather conditions.

The nearest distance between the outposts near Lake Baikal is also 50 kilometers, and the battalion headquarters is also 70 kilometers away. A distance of 100 kilometers is really not much for an airplane, but in a snowy weather like now, the air force planes can't take off to support at all, and Shi Jianfei found that everything can only be relied on.

"Bastard, Liu Guodong, this bastard, won't find out now, is he back, if he is here, with his sniper rifle, he can at least suppress Lao Maozi's cannon," Listening to the rumbling cannon, Shi Jianfei was secretly anxious.

In the contrast of the white snow and the dim snowflakes of the sky, a sturdy figure was sliding on the snow and was moving rapidly, the snowflakes scattered where the skis under his feet swept by, and his body fluttered from side to side in the wilderness like lightning on the snowfield.

Flying snowflakes and the dim light of the early hours of the morning provided near-perfect cover for Liu Guodong, who was dressed in white camouflage, and Liu Guodong, who was carrying a Springfield-style rifle, slid his ski poles forward with all his might. When the field artillery of the Soviets and Russians sounded just now, he found that the outpost he hit was going to suffer, and the small-caliber 60 mortars in the outpost were not the opponents of Lao Maozi's field artillery, and now what he had to do was to take out their artillery behind Lao Maozi's artillery position.

Liu Guodong quickly penetrated the rear of the guerrillas with the rapid maneuvering of his skis, and the rumbling sound of artillery pointed them in the direction.

"Whew has finally arrived"

Guided by the rumbling sound of artillery, Liu Guodong quickly believed in the ground target, the artillery position of the guerrillas. Liu Guodong, who was already exhausted and out of breath, immediately stopped advancing, and on the ice field more than 600 meters away, four field guns in a neat arrangement were firing shells at the position of the outpost under the operation of dozens of Soviet soldiers.

After approaching the target, Liu Guodong took off the sniper rifle on his shoulder, shook off the sleigh under his feet, and hurriedly lay under a big tree and raised the scope to observe.

According to what I learned in the sniper school, when using snipers to eliminate enemy artillery threats, the first priority targets are the enemy gun commander and sight, who are the ones who accurately shoot the shells into the positions they are facing.

After loading the rifle, Liu Guodong aimed at the aiming man who was operating the artillery, and although the distance reached nearly 600 meters, through the 2.5x scope, Liu Guodong could still see the appearance of the sighter, which was a burly, tall Russian in his forties.

"Bang"

After escaping the target into the crosshairs, Liu Guodong immediately pulled the trigger. Suddenly, I felt a reaction force coming from the butt of the gun from my shoulder. The muzzle of the gun blew away some of the falling snowflakes, and Liu Guodong did not observe the target again. Instead, pull the bolt again to load, this American-designed rifle can only hold five bullets, and it is also manually loaded, usually I don't think so, but at this time Liu Guodong feels that it is simply too slow

Chapter 605: Outpost