"Aim, aim, hit again-"

Baramiyan is no longer pursuing volleys, volleys. It turned out that in the battle of mountain guards, when facing the enemy who was crawling and crawling and attacking with stragglers on all fronts, the neat platoon of soldiers fired in a neat row of soldiers had no effect at all.

Blindly pursuing platoon shooting, it is better to let the soldiers rely on their own marksmanship and choose their own targets.

The figure of the soldiers of the volunteer battalion has exceeded the fire halfway up the mountain, and one grenade after another has also blown up the burning fire into sporadic fires, for the Russian troops guarding the hill, the enemy is already very close, and they can see the dark shadows very clearly.

Some calm and experienced veterans, even under the frequent bombardment of artillery shells, raise their guns to aim and shoot, the effect is quite good. But where can there be too many calm and experienced veterans in a unit? More impatient, or less courageous, as the soldiers of the Volunteer Battalion got closer and closer, and when the shells kept exploding on the hill, most of the soldiers could only force composure. In this case, raise the gun and aim at the black shadow below, and the shooting effect can be imagined.

But things are all relative, and no one wants to die. Moreover, the Russian army is not the Ili natives, and the hatred of the soldiers of the volunteer battalion for them is far from being comparable to that of the Ili natives, so the momentum of such a desperate attack is naturally weakened a lot. Therefore, there were also quite a few soldiers of the Volunteer Battalion who attacked below who were frightened by the bullets flying overhead.

But in general, relying on the superiority in numbers, and the fact that it was impossible to see the number of casualties of our own troops in the dark night, the psychological burden was invisibly reduced a lot, and after two charges, the volunteer battalion finally rushed to the top of the mountain for the third time.

"Follow me, follow me. Hurry, hurry—"

When Leshan saw that the stormtroopers had rushed up the mountain, he immediately raised his broadsword below, roared and waved his finger at the mountain, and he was the first to jump and rush towards the mountain.

The soldiers of the one or two hundred volunteer battalions behind him naturally did not let their captain charge alone, and the high-pitched sound of killing suddenly burst out.

On another hill, the commander-in-chief of the infantry of the two companies in the south of the Russian army, Major Gochoev, looked at the battle on the opposite hill, and his heart trembled.

But you have to resist it!

Otherwise, this line of defense will be finished, and further back, the hill on which it can stand will be less than five hundred meters away from the water source of the camp.

If Gochoev had any surplus troops, he would immediately send reinforcements to the opposite hill. But alas, he really didn't have any extra reinforcements. There was also a battalion of volunteers watching him at the bottom of the hill.

Eighty or ninety people deployed on the top of the hill and the mountains and forests on both sides were really stretched.

"Smack!" A single shot knocked down a volunteer soldier who rushed to him, and Baramiyan dropped his empty pistol and swung his saber to cut off the head of the fallen volunteer soldier.

But one soldier of the Volunteer Battalion fell, two, three...... Ten soldiers of the Volunteer Battalion rushed forward. A third of Baramiyan's soldiers had already fallen, but the soldiers of the Volunteer Battalion were still crowded with black shadows, and they could not be counted.

"Damn, these damn yellow-skinned monkeys, since you are looking for death, I will send you to hell......" Baramiyan's eyes didn't know if they were splashed with blood, or if they were really red, anyway, their eyes were all red.

"Kuztsov, Govorovsky. Burst open, burst powder keg—" Baramiyan cried out loudly. It is true that the Russian army does not have grenades, but gunpowder does. The grenades are all leftovers of the Europeans, isn't it just a fire rope?

Although such a powder keg bursts on the hill of hand-to-hand combat, it will definitely affect the Russian army's own people. But at the critical moment, Baramiyan couldn't care about it. What's more, he is a nobleman, a civilian soldier, just die!

Four powder kegs that burst suddenly cut off Leshan's offensive tonight.

The landslides cracked, and shock waves and splashes of earth and rocks swept in all directions. The sound of the earth shaking the mountains was completely an earthquake. It is not at all comparable to the explosion of the previous mortar shell.

The morale of the soldiers of the volunteer battalion who rushed to the top of the hill was violently curbed, and the morale of the Russian army rose rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. With their fighting spirit fading, they faced the absolute resistance of the remaining Russian troops and had to retreat from the mountain. Naleshan himself hasn't led the team up the mountain yet!

After the war, the Leshan Department lost more than 100 people. Fifty-three of them are missing, and the vast majority of them are apparently craters left on the hills. Although the soldiers of the Volunteer Battalion had already driven back many of the wounded as much as they could when they retreated.

It was already late at night, but Chernyaev did not feel sleepy at all. The gunfire from the south was only temporarily stopped, not forever. By tomorrow, the Russian army, which has lost fifty or sixty men tonight, will it still be able to withstand the attack of the superior forces of the Qing army?

If he wanted to keep the southern front from retreating, he could only continue to draw infantry to support. However, on the frontal battlefield, the battlefield north of the camp, and the battlefield on the western front behind it, the Qing army deployed sufficient troops on three sides, which contained too many of his troops. Now even the Cossack cavalry, who are unwilling to dismount and fight, has become infantry, and Chernyaev has no extra troops except for the Cossack cavalry of 300 people!

The stalls are too large, and the troops are stretched.

But the southern front must be resisted, and the water source must be protected! What to do? Chernyaev didn't sleep at all tonight.

On the side of the expeditionary army. Liu Xian had a good night's sleep. Coming together early in the morning, when they were washing, they listened to the news of the southern front last night reported by the guards, and the soldiers of the Volunteer Battalion who were slightly killed and wounded felt sad, but they were also satisfied with the progress of Xu Dongshan and Le Shan.

It's only been a day, and it's been in front of the Russian army's water source. As long as these two hills are taken down, the place where the Russian army behind can stand is not the three highlands that they pointed out.

"My lord, the Southern Front Volunteer Battalion is doing well, let's move here too. Lao Maozi can't be allowed to transfer troops to reinforce the southern front..."

Wei Ming's mention of yì Liu Xian naturally agreed. But how to attack is to think carefully!

As soon as the army is mobilized, there are people who want to see life and death. When the overall situation was roughly decided, Liu Xian didn't want his soldiers to shed too much blood.

"Report." A Cossack stopped his horse a few meters away from Chernyaev, jumped off his horse, gave a military salute to Chernyaev, and said: "Your Excellency, the Qing troops on the front of the battlefield, to the west and to the north of the camp have made small moves. ”

"Got it." Chernyaev's eyes narrowed, not caring at all. His eyes continued to stare at the mountains to the south. The arrangements that should be made have already been ordered, and it will be up to us to see what the national army can do in what way it will become!

"Woo Woo ......"

On the battlefield of the Southern Front, the sound of gunfire rang out fiercely early in the morning. However, both the Volunteer Battalion and the Russian army hid behind bunkers and shot at each other. The difference is that one is at the top of the mountain and the other is at the bottom of the mountain.

The volunteer camp at the foot of the mountain is a breastwork wall built overnight, and most of the materials are nearby logs and stones, and the quality is very good. The Mini rifle has good penetration, but it poses no threat to the breastwall at all.

And at the foot of the mountain, it is still the enemy in the curved trench, and the effect is not ordinarily low. The two sides were purely blind fighting, firing for half an hour, and there were few results.

Xu Dongshan and Le Shan were ruthless and attacked during the day. There was no cover of night, and the replenishment of shells was not fully in place, and in this case, the onslaught on the hill was purely to fill the guns with the lives of the soldiers.

But these two are not rookies who have never seen a battle. The density and loudness of the gunfire coming from the hill made the two people suspiciously discover the fact that the Russian army had reinforced.

The two hills, especially the one that had been stormed by Leshan for a while last night, had a gunfire density of hundreds of people. The Russian army must have increased its troops on the southern front.

Frontal battlefield. The urgent report from the southern line reached Liu Xian's hands. Looking at the Russian army position in front, Liu Xian raised his eyebrows lightly, not at all surprised.

With a virtual map in hand, how could Chernyaev's little abacus be hidden from him?

Early this morning, Chernyaev withdrew most of his troops on the frontal battlefield, and a force of about 100 people was reinforced to the southern front! The Russian army has already arranged the fortifications in front of the camp, as if it is preparing to combine the frontal battlefield and the northern front of the camp into one.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, when the expeditionary army on the frontal battlefield launched the second wave of offensive, the Russian troops who remained in the frontal position finally could not bear the heavy pressure and retreated to the camp in an uproar.

At this point, the eastern and northern fronts of the Russian army have been trained. Although the pressure on the Russian army has suddenly been reduced a lot, we should not ignore the reality that with the retreat of the Russian army from the frontal battlefield, the Russian army has lost half of the overall area of the area, that is, the theater of operations.

In addition to the expansion of the western front, the trenches on the eastern and northern fronts are really close to the camps of the Russian army.

Liu Xian is now thinking about his 30 Western cannons in southern Xinjiang, if they can appear in Ili now, take them, and bombard the Russian camp directly, even if they will be suppressed by the Russian artillery fire, the effect is very good.

It's a pity that the east, west, and north sides are all at this time, and they still can't be attacked. Whether Liu Xian can finally take the Russian army and capture a major general of the Russian Army alive again depends on the battle situation on the southern front!

At the same moment, the expeditionary army's twenty mortars, which were well replenished with shells, were bombarding a hill. A large number of soldiers of the Volunteer Battalion screamed and charged towards the top of the hill with rifles with good bayonets.

"Up, follow me—"

"No retreat! Who dares to retreat, don't blame Lao Tzu for turning his face and not recognizing people-"

The team that charged was Xu Dongshan's brigade, and the person who took the lead in the charge was Xu Dongshan himself. Holding a waist knife, he shouted loudly, although some people in the team kept falling down and being injured, Xu Dongshan did not have the slightest idea or plan to retreat. R1152