Chapter 48 Conspiracy

Dericho had bled into blood, and he had no choice but to sit firmly in his position and climb higher in the coming time.

The fire of five heavy artillery regiments and 120 155 howitzers was concentrated in a position that was no more than a kilometer long and no more than 500 meters, and the effect was quite spectacular. Derichol even felt that his men did not have to make much effort, and a simple charge could take the position.

The artillery fire began to extend, interdicting fire on the follow-up Soviet troops. At this time, the follow-up troops did not dare to rush forward, and the shells fell on the ice, and they did not have to hide when they exploded, which was definitely the greatest lethal effect in theory.

A wall of fire formed a barrier of about fifty meters, and at this time the root could not deter the advance of the Soviet soldiers. Behind him is the overseer team led by the political commissar, and the Maxim machine gun can kill the enemy, but also kill his own people. The Soviet army couldn't afford to lose, and neither could Frunze, so they could only close their eyes and let these soldiers die.

Shouting "hula", the fear in his heart seemed to be dispelled, ignoring the dense corpses on the ice, the soldiers crossed the corpses of their comrades and rushed through the blocking strip of the death net.

Although the artillery fire was fierce, the Soviet troops were too numerous and unusually resolute, and the length of the blocking belt was limited, and Soviet soldiers constantly rushed across the opposite bank and threw themselves into the bridgehead position.

About two minutes after the artillery fire stopped, political workers with microphones in their hands staggered into the trenches and shouted: "Comrades, hurry up and enter the position, the white bandits are coming." Comrades, do not panic, calmly respond to the battle, this is the last madness of the white bandits, for the sake of Russia, for the sake of the Soviets, you must not take a step back. ”

Charohov felt a trace of warm wetness at the corner of his mouth, and subconsciously wiped it. Looking at the blood in his hand, he continued to shout loudly with resolute eyes. Charokhov, who was born as a worker, had experienced the baptism of the First World War and was full of hatred for the decaying Tsarist Russia.

The tanks opened the way, followed by the infantry of the White Russians. Having put in two infantry regiments and a tank brigade at once, Djerikov did not intend to be abandoned by the Chinese.

Boom, boom, the Soviet mortar shells fired first, falling on the skirmish line behind the tanks, blowing up one blank strip after another. However, the Soviet mortars were soon discovered by the mountain artillery of the White Army. Immediate retaliation was met.

Tata Tower, five hundred meters away, the remnants of the Soviet Makqin machine guns rang out. The White soldiers panicked slightly, but not for long. This time it was Derichkov's most elite troops who attacked him, all veterans of years of fighting. The storage of the tank zài. Casualties were greatly reduced, and the most terrible thing for veterans was the heavy machine guns, which were protected by tanks, and the threat of heavy machine guns was greatly reduced. The White tanks, which had been hit, reacted and began to suppress fire with machine guns.

"Sniper, take out that damn heavy! Death squad ready! "The head of the instructor Comrade Sholokhov was simply bandaged and soon went into battle again. But this time things are not good. The enemy's artillery fire was so heavy that there were less than fifty men left on the company's position. The heavy artillery fire of the Chinese imperialists blocked the firing, and the support of the guide was very slow.

Buzzing, four medium-imperialist planes appeared over the positions. Soon began to dive, Tata Tata, the sound of machine guns rang out, and the positions behind him were beaten with smoke and dust.

A day of fighting down. Although the combat effectiveness of the White Army was average, the casualties caused by artillery fire and aircraft were too great. The commander of Sholokhov's company has been killed. Three times were replenished, about 300 people died in the position, and in the process of reinforcement, the casualties were even greater when they were blocked by artillery fire.

The Soviet army did not have a very good way, so it could only use the tactics of crowds to resist. Several times when the position was almost unenabled, the artillery carried out fire support, but the time was very short, not because of the absence of shells, but because of the enemy's aircraft. Sholokhov just listened to what his colleagues said, and he did not dare to tell his comrades these things.

"Smack!" There was a crisp sound, and the head of the machine gunner on a tank tilted. "Well done!" Before Sholokhov could finish speaking, the whistling of two shells had already arrived. "Damn, you're being targeted by the enemy." Quickly lying on the ground, with two booms, a soldier next to him flew up, and one leg flew up. Puff puff, a light machine gun fire, Sholokhov knew that he was found to be an officer by the other side, quickly put away the binoculars, leaned over to shift the position.

The sound of Mosin's Nagant rifle rang out sparsely, and the last dozens of men were firing at least two hundred meters of the defensive line. This bridgehead turned out to be nearly three kilometers long, but unfortunately it was beaten back by two-thirds of the White Army.

Raising the telescope again, Sholokhov saw an infantry gun operated by the White Army, quickly appearing on the flank of a tank, and the last Makqin machine gun on the position flew up.

Without the suppression of Makqin, the advance speed of the White Army accelerated, and it was already less than 100 meters, less than 50 meters, and the soldiers on the position kept falling. Sholokhov knew that he couldn't retreat, if he died, his family would be able to make some compensation, his parents and children would be able to live, and if he ran away, the whole family would have to go to a labor camp, right?

"Long live the Soviets!" The last thought that crossed my mind was the scene of my five-year-old daughter standing in the doorway and smiling at herself. Sholokhov, the instructor of the Red Army, who picked up a bundle of grenades and rushed out a dozen meters, caused casualties among the White Army of one tank and at least twenty people. "For the Soviets!" Another soldier shouting slogans rushed out of the trenches, and a tank was blown up. Soon after the successive explosions, the White Army retreated like a tide. The front of the position was densely packed with corpses.

As night fell on the first day of the battle, the fighting was suspended.

The meeting room was filled with smoke and the smell of tobacco was thick. Kolchak with a solemn face stared at a group of dejected noble generals.

"What happened to great Russia? Don't even have the fighting spirit? Can't even the Chinese compare? In a series of roars, the conference room was pushed away, and Qi Zhenghong walked in first, and nodded slightly at Kolchak, who was sitting still.

Kolchak, who has always maintained an aristocratic demeanor, stood in the Pen Fun Pavilion and returned the salute www.biquge.info.

"Ladies and gentlemen, although the bridgehead position was not recaptured today, it also gave the Red Army Yan zhòng a killing. Now I order, abandon the first line of defense, and retreat overnight. ”

"Why? We haven't failed yet. Kolchak stood up and asked, and a group of White Russian generals seemed to feel slighted, and they all stood up angrily and glared. Qi Zhenghong made a gesture of calmness and continued: "Don't get excited, this is just a tactic, giving up the first line of defense is to kill the red army more effectively and prepare for a counterattack." Just like that, Chief of Staff, announced the plan of retreat. ”

Qi Zhenghong's attitude aroused greater dissatisfaction among the White Russian generals, who looked at Kolchak one after another.

"General Qi, I want to know, who is responsible for the failure?" Kolchak forced his composure, and at this time he was also on the verge of anger, but he was able to hold back and maintain his demeanor. For Kolchak, reviving Russia was the only mission.

"With the presence of volunteers, it is impossible to fail. So be it! It was eight o'clock sharp, and the retreat began in an hour. Qi Zhenghong dropped a sentence and the chief of staff, got up and walked out of the conference room, completely ignoring these demoralized White Russian generals. Of course, Kolchak is an exception, and this person's will quality is still very respected by Qi Zhenghong.

"Do as he says." Kolchak continued to endure, without the Chinese, it would be impossible to hold Novosibirsk, let alone counterattack Omsk, counterattack Ufa.

Chief of Staff Liu Zhiyue, who participated in the European war, was the commander of the first batch of armored units, and was promoted to lieutenant general after returning to China, and was the leader of the first phase of the teaching team. "Now I announce the ...... of the retreat plan."

The command of the Soviet army, Frunze was in a meeting, and after the daytime fighting, the Soviet casualties exceeded 10,000, and this number made him feel distressed. "Comrades, the artillery fire of the white bandits is fierce, and we must find a way to shorten this gap."

"Comrade commander, comrades of the Novosibirsk underground sent urgent information." A staff officer rushed in regardless of the discipline of the venue, explaining that it was an urgent military report.

With a whoosh, Frunze stood up, took the information and handed it to the envoy Stalin, and the bearded man said slightly after reading it: "Is the information accurate?" ”

A colonel of the Ministry of Internal Affairs stood up and said: "It should be accurate, our comrades have access to high-ranking generals of Belarus." ”

"In that case, Comrade Commander, we can make targeted deployments based on this intelligence." Stalin said, Frunze glanced at the colonel of the internal affairs department and said: "If the intelligence is wrong, you know what to do." ”

The colonel of the internal affairs department looked pale, nodded heavily, did not speak, and subconsciously put one hand on the pistol. If the intelligence error fails, this colonel will have to kill himself with a gun without anyone else's hands. However, he had confidence in this information, because their intelligence agent was the mistress of a high-ranking White Russian officer. It has always been a tradition in the Soviet Union to use beautiful women as intelligence officers, and the later famous "Swallow" is a typical representative.

Novosibirsk, Volunteer Army Command.

"Commander-in-chief, do you think they'll be fooled? What would Kolchak think if he wanted to know the truth? Liu Zhenyue's expression was not relaxed at all, and the battle during the day allowed him to see the indomitable momentum of the Soviet army. Even in the war in Europe, I have never seen such a crazy army. In the face of fierce artillery fire, they actually rushed forward one after another, ignoring life and death and casualties.

"Derichol was so useless, instead of taking the position, he put in ten tanks." Li Daxiong scolded angrily, Qi Zhenghong smiled and waved his hand: "I think the problem is not with Delikov, but with the rotten top of the entire White Russia." There is no help, we are here, it is nothing more than to hold Novosibirsk, as long as Frunze is put enough pressure and dragged on for half a month, he will have to obediently withdraw his troops. When the time comes, it is estimated that it will not be so easy for him to run. As for Kolchak, he should have the consciousness of cannon fodder, and he has no choice. ”

"Is there any news from Fu Shuai?" Liu Zhenyue asked, and Qi Zhenghong smiled: "Fushuai called back, he will be outside!" ”