Under the city of Guangren, the battle between the middle and the understanding really began in the evening of dusk.

Outside, the Russian army, which had stopped shelling in the afternoon, suddenly began to attack. At the head of the city, Liu Xian held a telescope and could clearly see the Russian soldiers preparing in line outside. The dark green double-buttoned military uniform and helmet-shaped military hat were almost 'dyed' black in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The breastwork of the forward positions outside the city was completely destroyed. When the sun went down and night fell, the Russian soldiers shouting Ulla marched straight towards the expeditionary trenches with neat footwork and rifles with bayonets on them.

Liu Xian knew what his opponent was planning. The Russians wanted to use their strong bayonet combat to crush the defenders of the forward positions and take the forward positions.

For the Russian army, such a strategy is really to the best of its ability.

"Let the pistol squadron go down—" Liu Xian gave the first military order without looking back.

"Volunteers, artillery—"

In addition to a squadron of pistols, there were also a large number of volunteers with knives and guns under the command of the expeditionary army. Liu Xian did not put them in the hussar camp, but formed a separate volunteer team.

Twenty mortars were used as a killer weapon to cut off the follow-up strength of the Russian army. Although their existence has long been known to the Russian army. However, the mortar is light in weight and easy to move, and after a bombardment, it can be transferred when it is lifted.

"Bang Bang—" In the shouts of Ula and Wan Sheng, the muskets mingled with the roaring cannons.

Unlike the Russian army's upright step-shoot-march, the expeditionary army in the forward position has no breastwork and trenches. They are much cheaper than the Russian army.

If the Russian army is fighting a regular war. The disparity in casualties between the two sides could make the Tsarist Russian troops in Yili bleed and unable to take a single Guangren city. But the Russians are charging at the same time as they shoot!

Golpakovsky looked at the battlefield with a frown, and the light brought by the explosion of one shell after another was enough for him to understand the situation of the battle ahead. The gunshots kept coming. There were already many wounded soldiers withdrawn from the front, and Golpakovsky saw two Russian soldiers supporting a wounded and sick man who had been shot in the chest and his shirt was stained red with blood. The wounded soldier was still spitting blood from his mouth. And another Russian soldier was wounded, not wearing a military cap and not carrying a gun, and he was fighting hard and walking alone. Along the way, he kept humming and cracking his mouth. The wound in his abdomen made him feel unbearable pain, and everyone covered the wound with their left hand, and blood could not stop spilling out. It trickled down to his trousers.

The Qing army bombarded the follow-up Russian troops with mortars, and the Russian artillery had immediately launched a counter-suppression. But that burst of shelling still caused heavy casualties to the charging Russian soldiers.

"The follow-up troops continue to march and attack their left flank—" Golpakovsky shouted.

When the troops that have already been engaged in the battle cannot break the situation, it is natural to put in more troops. Taking advantage of the fact that the mortars of the Qing army were extinguished, Golpakovsky ordered the follow-up Russian troops to storm the left flank of the position. He will not continue to strengthen the reinforcements on the vanguard. That's something that only stupid commanders do. What he's going to do is flank-

Bullets flew past the ears. The sound of swishing only reaches the bottom of people's hearts.

"Charge, charge with me—" Denisov roared as he waved his saber in his hand, his neat uniform still bright and beautiful, and the boat-shaped triangular military cap on his head proved that he was an officer. "Long live the Tsar, Ula ......"

Countless Russian soldiers charged with guns, the soldiers in front were hit by rows of bullets, and the soldiers behind still rushed forward without fear. The soldiers of Tsarist Russia in this era had a greater will to fight than the younger generations thirty-five years later. Much more vigorous and determined.

"Ahh There was a sudden pain in his right arm just now, and he couldn't hold on to any strength anymore.

The eyes were dripping with blood, and the arm was shot open a big hole, and the blood kept flowing out. I don't know if the bones inside have been broken.

"Charge, keep charging forward—"

Several soldiers around Denisov couldn't help but stop when they saw him wounded. Denisov grabbed the fallen army with his left hand, glared at the soldiers who had stopped in his footsteps, and shouted loudly. "Charge with me—"

It has already paid a lot of price to approach the front line. The soldiers of the Denisov company suffered at least thirty casualties, and the entire battalion counted only more. This is an opportunity for the soldiers to exchange their lives, how can they retreat because of a little gunshot wound of their own?!

"Tsar's soldiers, rush with me—"

The shouts of the "Ula ......" fighting people were louder than before.

"Poof-" The sound of a bayonet thrusting into flesh. White-knuckle combat is inevitable.

The snow bayonet was so dazzling in the light of the explosion, and the sharp saber also shone with a chilling white glow.

cut off the enemy's head with a single sword, and before he could raise the sword again, his chest was already stabbed in the chest by the enemy's bayonet;

A stab pierced the enemy's chest, and before the bayonet could be drawn again, he was killed by another enemy;

The officers and men of the two armies fell in pieces, like two giants stuck in a quagmire, entangled and hugging each other, unable to separate.

The volunteers of the expeditionary army joined the battlefield, and the pistolmen filled in early. The Ili indigenous rebels surrendered by the Russians also joined the hand-to-hand fight. Unlike the collision during the day, the indigenous rebels with scimitars and spears can play a great role on the battlefield now.

It's just that the Russian army does not have formed pistols. This is a whole squadron of pistols, two pistols per man, although not as perverted as the Colt revolver, but two hundred pistols and grenades, the expeditionary army has always had the upper hand in hand-to-hand combat.

How is it possible that Golpakovsky's face could no longer remain calm? A Russian soldier who was strong and healthy, and could beat three or five Qing people, was suppressed by the Qing people in the fight with bayonets. In Golpakovsky's view, this is a complete 'myth'.

"Order Captain Dolokhov, with his Cossack company and natives, to send all the Qing pigs on the opposite side to hell."

Without continuing to increase the offensive in anger, Golpakovsky was indeed a qualified military general. He turned his head and ordered his cavalry troops, the hundreds of cavalry in the Russian Cossack companies and the indigenous rebels, to attack, to strike quickly-

"Yes, Your Excellency. The Cossacks would use knives to teach the Qing people a hard lesson, telling them that hell was the place they should go. This belongs to the great Tsar—" Dolokhov cried out with his big rosacea nose.

"May the Lord bless you, my captain." Looking at Dolokhov, who was leaving like a whirlwind, Golpakovsky drew a cross on his chest. I hope that Dolokhov is safe, and I also hope that my 'expectations' can be fulfilled smoothly.

The conscience of heaven and earth, when it was decided to attack while it was dark, Golpakovsky really did not think that the battle would be fought like this. It's going to be a decisive battle, okay?

"Da da da......" the sound of horses' hooves.

A convoy of five or six hundred horses galloped past Golpakovsky. It was the Cossack company led by Dolokhov who took the lead.

Black cloaks, galloping horses, and shiny cavalry swords, this is the Cossack.

Xue Liang's cavalry sword waved in the direction of the battlefield not far away, and Dolokhov shouted loudly, "Brave Cossacks, for the sake of His Majesty the Tsar, for ourselves, charge-"

"Charge—"

Hundreds of Cossack cavalry jumped on horseback and rushed to the battlefield, and the four or five hundred indigenous soldiers who followed behind were also inspired by the high morale of the Cossacks, and shouted "The true god is greater" one by one.

"Ulla—"

The slogan "Ula-" was shouted among the Cossacks. Dolokhov hated the group of indigenous cavalry behind him. What a god, with the Cossacks sounded only 'Ula'!

The Cossacks brandished their swords and urged their horses to sprint at high speed.

And Liu Xian, who had long discovered that the Russian army was mobilizing cavalry, how could he act defenselessly?

In the oblique spur, two squadrons of infantry, accompanied by mortar units and rocket units, appeared in front of the Cossack cavalry. The sound of gunfire and shell explosions rang out. The rockets, who have been on the battlefield again for many years, are literally inspiring the weapons in their hands with the rate of fire of their rifles. The explosion of a rocket, and the countless bursts of fine iron filings and angle iron, can take the lives of a large area of the surrounding area. (To be continued......) R1292