"I want to know that there is a big fish in it, and even if it hits, it will collapse the house - there are a few cars in the square, why didn't you think of it?"

Afterwards, Qiu Yipeng regretted it.

Regret to regret, the Chinese tank that suddenly appeared in the square in the center of the city really caught the Russian army in Selenginsk by surprise, and chaos swept the whole city like a tide.

"The Chinese have attacked!"

"It's over, the headquarters has been captured!"

"To the train station—"

Thousands of soldiers and civilians rushed to the railway station in a disorderly manner, and before the guards could stop it, they were scattered like broken leaves in a wave, and the special train reserved for Commander Bareyev was filled inside and out in the blink of an eye.

"Drive, drive—"

The soldier who climbed onto the locomotive raised his gun and pointed it at the driver.

A few whistles sounded, the locomotive spewed smoke, and dragged more than a dozen overloaded wagons with people hanging outside the carriages slowly and leisurely away from the station.

Pareev and his entourage, who slipped out the back door, snatched a carriage and fired their guns all the way to the train station, only to be a step too late, and watched the train full of people disappear at the other end of the railway.

"Enemy tanks are coming towards the train station!"

"Where's the next train!"

There was a commotion in the crowd, and Pareyev and the others became hot pot ants, and the commander was so anxious that he stomped his feet.

"Go to the west of the city, there's still a fleet of cars there."

At the critical moment, Tokarev was still clever, and under his guidance, the coachman waved his horsewhip and whipped wildly in the crowd, and drove the carriage straight to the west of the city.

On the other hand, Qiu Yipeng's chariot squad strafed around the square for a while, causing several chariots to crackle and burst into flames, seeing that there were no targets around. So he casually picked a road to chase and kill the past, like a wolf into a flock of sheep, let go of the courage to bite indiscriminately, until the barrel of the gun was red and smoking, and the tracks were filled with thin rotten meat, plus the crew had not slept for a day and a night, and they were all sleepy - they had to temporarily find a place with a wide field of vision, stop and breathe,

"There are so many railways, and there are platforms—it's a train station!"

Qiu Yipeng once again hit the big luck.

The platform is piled with large and small corders and parcels. As soon as they saw the Chinese chariots rushing up, the guards fired a few shots from a distance and scattered, only a small group of brave Cossack cavalry came out from behind the platform, raised their swords and spears and charged on their horses. Qiu Yipeng saw it clearly from the periscope, and he shot the gun, probably because the temperature of the barrel was too high, and the machine gun suddenly fired five or six rounds and then jammed, while the two wingmen were paying attention to the other directions of the street, and they did not react for a while.

Qiu Yipeng was anxious, pushed open the top cover and leaned out. The nine-millimeter Jinling pistol that pulled out his waist fired indiscriminately at the face, and it was not clear how many hits it had. A blade had broken through the air, slashing down at Qiu Yipeng's little head, Qiu Yipeng wowed, reflexively shrank down, and the saber hit the hatch with a sudden.

Just as he was about to reach out to close the hatch, a spear had already poked in from the hatch, and the tip of the spear grazed the tip of Qiu Yipeng's ear, and slammed into the thin bottom plate.

"I'm not going to start soon, I'm going full speed!" Qiu Yipeng yelled at the driver in front of him, grabbed the spear shaft and threw it out. Leaning over and raising his gun, another sword-wielding cavalryman was approaching!

There was a crisp snap, the skull exploded, and the brainjuice splattered. Qiu Yipeng only felt that his face was hot and damp, and he didn't care about wiping it, and there was no one in the direction of the front of the car at this time. He turned around and pulled the trigger in the direction of the rear of the car, killing the remaining bullets in one go.

At this time, the car under his feet was already moving forward at full speed, and the wingman behind finally came to his senses, turned the turret and swept a few shuttles, and a dozen Cossacks and even men and horses were all blood sieves.

"Obediently, the Maozi cavalry is addicted to chopping chariots and chopping......"

In the next few hours, Qiu Yipeng and the other six chariot crew members endured their sleepiness, licking the ice cubes in the kettle when they were thirsty, and nibbling on a small bite of compressed biscuits like stones when they were hungry.

"Why hasn't Maozi counterattacked yet? I've killed enough of Ben......"

This was Qiu Yipeng's last complaint, and at this time he only had the last 250-round cartridge belt left in his car.

At noon, Lu Dun, the commander of the 2nd Brigade, led 40 tanks to forcibly rush into the city, and Qiu Yipeng finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the big teammates rolling in.

It was precisely because of Qiu Yipeng's small detachment's indiscriminate rush and killing that the Russian city defense troops were thrown into a mess, and the troops in the front thought that the rear was cut off and hurriedly chose a way to retreat, but as a result, the door to the front was wide open, and Luton's large army easily entered the city without almost no resistance. The troops in the rear thought that the forward line of defense had been breached, and the originally orderly retreat suddenly turned into an uncontrollable rout—the best proof of this was the large pile of materials in the warehouse on the platform, which had not had time to be transported or burned.

"Well done, Second Lieutenant Qiu, I must ask you for the White Tiger Medal this time, and I will invite you to have a big drink when I go back."

Look at the boxes of ammunition that haven't even been opened, the bags of ground flour and bacon marked with the Russian Imperial Double-headed Eagle - especially the barrels of gasoline! Lu Dun couldn't help but be overjoyed, and shook Qiu Yipeng's shoulders vigorously.

Just after noon, about 20 chariots of the advance unit of Jiang Yishen's battle group also arrived at > + Don was about to send a telegram to the military headquarters to report the good news, but saw the army commander Yintian sitting cross-legged on a radio turret, and roared over with another team of about 30 chariots - it was a chariot equipped with the 1st brigade!

"Commander, why are you here-"

"Won't I come here, the 123rd Brigade is here, you said that you want the 1st Brigade to command 2, and the 2nd Brigade to command 3?" Yintian stood up with his saber in his hand, looked around, and smiled happily - the 1st Army not only rushed to Selenginsk in front of the 3rd Army, but also captured so many real things, which could earn enough face for him, the "adjutant's fellow".

Now is not the time to revel in.

"Luton, don't stop your chariot, follow the railroad to the east, and follow the outfit of 3 or so."

"Yes!"

"Yuan Zhuge came to clean up the remnants of the enemy in the city, Jiang Yishen pursued to the west, and my military headquarters was set up at this railway station, before the infantry caught up, let me go and fight, fight to the death, knock the other party unconscious, don't let them come back to their senses. Do you understand? ”

"Understood!"

"Let's do it—"

Before the words fell, there was a dense burst of gunfire in the east of the city, Yintian tilted his head and listened carefully, slapped his knife and smiled: "That Yablonovo military god is angry this time.

Liu Yangbo's 3 vanguard troops entered the city at about 3 o'clock in the afternoon of the same day, and afterwards, the great hero of Yablonovo told reporters very unconvinced: "If it weren't for the fact that I had not slammed the front of the enemy with all my strength and attracted the enemy's main force, the commander of the silver army might not have been able to break through to Secheng so smoothly. ”

Yintian shot back: "The contemptible people can't understand it, and the super chariot with the 200~: millimeter main gun can be classified as the armored car that slaughtered less than 5 heavy guns and was only equipped with a small machine gun. ”

Putting aside the battle of the two army commanders, before the night of the 19th, the most important thing for the Russian army was that Station I Selenginsk had indeed been submerged in a sea of more than 300 Chinese army tanks......