Unbeknownst to Bayan and Hugejiril, the tide of battle had changed dramatically on the morning of their fire reconnaissance.

It was that morning that the Russian and Ming armies launched a large-scale offensive against the coalition forces on the northern front.

The coalition forces in the Vyalzima area were blinded by the ferocious offensive of the Russian and Ming armies.

The Prussian army, which had not really fought with the Ming army, finally understood what a rain of shells was this time.

This time, the Ming army concentrated thirty rocket artillery battalions.

In the darkest hours before dawn, in just thirty seconds, nearly 10,000 rocket shells fell on the positions of the Prussian army.

This rocket artillery battalion is not the kind of 120-millimeter division-level rocket artillery.

Rather, it is a 280-mm campaign-class heavy rocket launcher, and one shell goes down. A ten-meter-deep pit has been carved out of the ground on the ground!

This depth is not even up to an ordinary tactical level of cover.

Even if it is mixed with reinforced concrete, as long as a rocket hits the head directly, the earthquake can shake the people in the bunker to death.

After the shells were fired, Ao Canghai, 20 kilometers away, felt trembling under his feet.

The sound of the shells exploding was like thunder rolling against the ground.

A Swedish battalion deployed at the front did not even bubble up without being prepared, and thus evaporated from the world.

The rest of the coalition forces also suffered heavy losses.

After the shelling, there were coalition soldiers scurrying around.

Officers shouted for their men, and others were digging hard to get their brothers buried under the bunkers.

While the battlefield was in chaos, there was a ghostly shrill roar from the sky.

This time it wasn't a campaign-level rocket artillery, the kind of shells were so large that they needed to be loaded with a crane, and the reloading speed was very slow.

If you fire a salvo, it will take half an hour at the earliest to continue firing.

Now all that is falling on the heads of the coalition forces are 120 mm tactical rockets.

A tactical-grade rocket with a large amount of steel balls in it, and the fuse is still instantaneous.

When it falls, it can explode if it touches a tree branch.

The cannonballs exploded in the air, and countless steel balls fell from the sky.

The steel balls scattered the dirt on the ground, and the coalition soldiers were even beaten to the point of blood spraying all over their bodies.

Almost instantly, the corpses of the coalition soldiers were strewn all over the field!

The position was littered with broken corpses, and the forward position was only a wriggling flesh blur, not a single one of them was human.

According to intelligence, two Prussian divisions were stationed in the Vyalzima area.

But that was the number of troops stationed in peacetime, and today's situation is a bit special.

Today is the day of the change of defense of the Prussian army, and two divisions that have just been reorganized and reorganized have been driven up behind, and the divisions that were originally stationed in the defense are ready to change their defenses, and then return to the rear to change their clothes.

The situation faced by the Ming army and the Russian army is that the troops who have changed their defenses have come, and the troops that were originally stationed have not left.

That is, it was supposed to deal with two divisions.

But now you have to deal with four divisions!

That's twice as many!

The number of troops is larger, and the density is naturally much greater.

Under the bombardment of intensive artillery fire, the casualties were naturally much greater.

As soon as the day dawned, just as Bayan and the others were being shelled, Ming planes appeared over the Vyalzima area to judge the effect of the shelling.

The pilot was in the sky, marking the points that had not been damaged on the map one by one.

Then quickly flew back to the airfield and landed on the ground, where the artillery command post was located.

The jeep's brakes rang out, and the tires rubbed against the ground in puffs of green smoke.

The figure was sent to the artillery command post, which quickly judged the value of the target.

Then, in accordance with the coordinates, howitzers were arranged for shelling.

For Moltke, it was an ordinary morning.

Although he had a meeting with the staff officers late last night, he still got up at six o'clock in the morning.

After breakfast and two glasses of milk, he was about to walk around the headquarters twice.

Suddenly, like a mule with an arrow, the staff officer ran over in a hurry.

"Chief of the General Staff, the Russian army and the Ming army have launched an attack on us." As he spoke, he handed over a folder.

Moltke's heart "groaned", he was still planning how to attack with his staff officers last night.

Unexpectedly, the Ming army and the Russian army launched an attack without warning.

Glancing at my watch, it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

At this time, Bayan and the others were having breakfast.

In the afternoon, when Bayan was basking in the sun six kilometers behind the British army.

Moltke, the chief of the German General Staff, was landing in Smolensk in an airship.

With the blessing of the radio waves, the news of the attack of the Ming army on the northern front spread quickly.

The British army, which was about to encircle and suppress the small group of Ming troops behind them, immediately stopped their actions and turned to a high degree of vigilance to guard their positions.

Lieutenant General Haig of the Royal Army looked at the map with a little hairy in his heart.

He didn't care about such a small force of battalion size, what he was afraid of was that the Ming army's attack on the northern front was just a feint, and the real attack was on the southern front, eating up this small salient guarded by the British army.

Once the Royal Army encircles and suppresses this small Ming army, if the Ming army on the opposite side takes the opportunity to attack, the entire front will be in danger of collapsing.

Therefore, he immediately stopped the order to retake the position, and turned to a strict defense, trying to ensure that there were no problems with the existing position.

There's no way around it!

Looking at the large number of coalition forces, their strength seems to be stronger than that of the Ming army.

But compared to the Ming army, the coalition army should be regarded as an ancient army.

Although they had rifles in their hands and cannons behind them.

But in the army, there were mules and horses everywhere, and even ox carts.

Such an army moves slowly.

Originally, there could have been cavalry to make up for the lack of mobility of the army.

But the problem is that in this era when machine guns are rampant, cavalry is really not good to live.

And the Ming army, since the blessing of the tractor.

The tanks and armored vehicles of the mobile units roamed the world, marching 200 kilometers a day as if it were a joke.

Even if you advance while fighting, you can march 100 kilometers a day.

All the troops of the coalition army rely on two legs, and if they can march 60 kilometers a day, they are elite troops.

Relying on the superiority of mobility ability, the initiative on the battlefield was actually in the hands of the Ming army.

Basically, the Ming army could fight wherever it wanted, and it could fight whoever it wanted.

An example of this is the surprise attack on the Austro-Hungarian army, where the Ming army could suddenly attack in certain areas.

Before the huge coalition forces could react, the division and encirclement were quickly completed.

Coupled with the bad luck of Austria-Hungary, it snowed heavily in those days to bury people alive, and the Austro-Hungarian army, which had average mobility ability, was even worse.

Basically, he was trapped in place and couldn't move, and in the end he could only choose to surrender except to be starved to death.

Now the British army on the Kharkov front is only a few hundred thousand men, although the equipment and training are much better than those of Austria-Hungary.

But Haig was not sure that the Ming army would suddenly make a bold intersperse and directly divide his hundreds of thousands of people into many pieces.

And then......!

Then you can die yourself to thank Her Majesty.

The capital in his hand was too small, and Haig didn't dare to do it.

On the side of the Ming army, it is very nonsensical to say.

The General Command ordered frequent fire reconnaissance at the front.

Li Xiao originally wanted to attract the attention of the coalition forces to the southern front and relieve some of the pressure on the northern front.

The Ming army on the southern front had some misunderstandings, they thought that they would make a breakthrough on the southern front and directly extend the battle line under the city of Kiev.

So, in the process of moving from Kursk to Belgorod to Rostov-on-Don.

On the vast front, the Ming army frequently launched small-scale company-platoon level attacks.

So much so that Napoleon on the southern front chattered all day long, either hearing that this was being attacked, or that it was being attacked.

He thought this was a precursor to a large-scale offensive, and before his body had recovered, he hurried from Paris to the front.

It was only when both sides misunderstood that the division came up with such an action.

Originally, I thought that I would advance the battle line by more than ten kilometers on the front and completely destroy this small salient.

Flatten the battle line and effectively protect the flanks of friendly neighbors.

But I didn't expect that the north would suddenly start fighting.

In order to keep it secret, Li Xiao did not notify the southern front of the military operation on the northern front at all.

As a result, Bayan's battalion entered it, but the southern front did not know whether to continue or not.

Because many of the supplies that were promised to them have now been transferred to the northern front.

In particular, fuel and ammunition are now also being prioritized to ensure operations on the northern front.

Bayan, who didn't know anything, was even more like a fool and stayed behind the enemy army for three days.

On the morning of the fourth day, Bayan felt that something was wrong.

If there is no more faith, then the brothers should stop it.

The food carried with them could only last for three days at most, and it was able to hold on until now because of the capture of twenty wagons of grain from the British army.

"Boss, no. What the hell is going on, did the group forget about us? ”

Hugjirile nibbled on the dry bread of the Englishmen without a bite, and it was too hard.

Don't get wet with saliva, you really can't gnaw on it.

Could it be that the British are all rat counters?

Not to mention, there are really rats in the twelve genera.

"Your father has three sons, and now there is one less, and your father has forgotten it.

Your dad can't count, or what? ”

Bayan closed his eyes and said angrily.

"Boss, we've been here for three days.

Our people don't care about us, and the fucking British don't care about us.

Boss, something is wrong.

Look at our brothers, and a few of them can sleep.

It can't be done like this, and something will happen if it is done again. ”

"Then what do you say, you didn't order us to kill back?" Bayan still basks in the sun with his eyes closed.

"Okay, anyway, let's get six kilometers in. With the addition of the middle of the battle line, it is only ten kilometers to the left and right.

Let's march with all our might, and it's not a problem to go back in one night. ”

Hugejiril thought that he had moved Bayan, and immediately came to his senses.

"Smack......!" As soon as he finished speaking, he received a slap in the head.

"Isn't it stupid!

Around us, there are tens of thousands of Britons, tens of thousands of people.

If you have a position, you can still support it, but if you don't have a position, someone can spit and drown you. ”

"Boss, one person spat and died." Hugejiril also felt that his idea seemed a little unreliable.

"Wait, we have a battalion of hundreds of brothers, the regiment will not forget.

Throw us here, and there will be thoughts from above. ”

"What's up there?"

"Boom!" As soon as Hugjiril finished speaking, an earth-shattering explosion suddenly sounded.

Bayan scrambled to his feet and rushed to the edge of the trench like an arrow.

With the telescope in hand, he looked at the place where the column of smoke had risen.

"What the fuck can this cannon be so powerful?" Hugh Jiri saw the pillar of smoke as well.

Looking at the past, at least five kilometers away.

Five kilometers, there can still be such a big movement.

Not to mention the 155 howitzer, the 203 howitzer can't do it.

"It's a train gun, a 480mm naval gun, and it's been drummed into the railroad.

I've seen it in Tsaritsyn, hundreds of people waiting for this cannon.

The cannonball is fucking taller than me, and you kid is rich in that cannon. ”

Bayan began to show off his insightfulness as a battalion commander!

"Holy shit, how did you get this thing?" Hugejiril had also heard of the train cannon, but he hadn't seen it yet.

Not to mention, a chance to see the shells of this cannon explode.

As he spoke, another shell landed on the British position.

Five kilometers away, Hugejiril felt a tightness in his chest.

"In front of the positions of the British, there was a blockade.

There were strong reinforced concrete bunkers along the blockade, the most powerful one, which was said to be two meters thick.

In addition to this cannon, ordinary cannons really can't gnaw. ”

"Two meters thick, fuck me.

What did the British think, they couldn't move away from building such thick bunkers.

Can't beat it, and won't go around it? ”

"That's what the group thinks, that's why we're interspersed from there."

"So, the regiment wants to break through the front line of the British?"

"Hmmm!

Let the brothers copy the guys, and they will all keep an eye on Lao Tzu.

The British wanted to retreat from this road, so they greeted Lao Tzu fiercely.

Damn, I've been waiting for this moment for three days. ”

Bayan's eyes lit up, and he knew that he was stuck in the path of tens of thousands of British troops in front of him.

If you get stuck, you can fight a war of annihilation, and if you can't get stuck, you are likely to fight a rout.

He knew that now there were not many tanks on the southern front at all.

If a few days ago, the British were not sure whether they would eat their own hundreds of people.

Now, the British must be thinking about killing themselves as soon as possible and clearing the stumbling blocks on the road to retreat.

Sure enough, the shelling continued over there.

Behind the positions of the Ming army, the figure of the British appeared.

These guys are so smart, and they've been idle these days.

Under the cover of the terrain and the use of the night time, I secretly dug a lot of traffic trenches forward.

These communication trenches allowed the British to launch an attack on the Ming army's positions from a few hundred meters away.

By the time the first shells fell, the British soldiers had already rushed out of the trenches.