"Calm down! Calm down! ”

"Damn, don't panic!"

More than 200 soldiers were held down on the river beach by the continuous fall of mortar shells, and the shouts of the officers were muffled by the explosions one after another, and the voices became choppy and distorted.

The Siberian Defense Forces had a good foundation, and they were almost well trained, and they had sent sharp men to set up a guard position in the woods a hundred meters away before crossing the river.

It's just that they haven't taken it seriously psychologically, so they have lost their lives.

There were at least three or four enemy forces in the woods, and the dozen or so soldiers in charge of the guard were immediately in a dilemma, and were soon killed by flying bullets and falling grenades, and only a few of them fled back with rolling and crawling.

The heavy machine gun teams of the enemy troops, carrying the Maxim heavy machine guns, quickly arranged their weapons based on the terrain, and fired wildly towards the empty river beach.

"Wow, blah, bh-"

Several heavy machine guns formed crossfire on the left and right, sweeping across the river like scythes, shooting any unexposed soldiers in place.

But this one-sided suppression did not last long, and the follow-up troops, who were preparing to cross the bridge, rushed to provide support.

They also deployed heavy machine guns to fire fiercely into the woods on the opposite bank, and pushed in two 37mm infantry guns, aiming at the enemy heavy machine gun positions that seemed to have forgotten their shapes.

Branches and leaves scattered in all directions, and sawdust was scattered. After the rounds of strafing and shelling, the machine-gun fire, which had been rampant for a while, finally became mute.

When the last 81mm mortar exploded, the whole battlefield calmed down as the smoke cleared, leaving only the cries and groans of the wounded soldiers.

"Your Excellency, now 33 people are dead and 60 more injured......"

"What the hell! Bastard! ”

The commander, Colonel Sergei, was greatly annoyed, and what thought was an easy and easy action was actually taken in the face at this time.

In his opinion, those guys from the Socialist Revolutionary Party and the People's Freedom Party are just cowards and soft eggs, who will only talk about themselves in the meeting room, and they can build a decent army?

Having suffered losses, the force heightened its vigilance, crossed the Kama River safely, and established a solid position.

They then marched on the city of Sarapur, a small city of a few tens of thousands of people, which welcomed a wolf-like predator.

The soldiers of the Siberian Defense Forces have no sense of belonging or honor here, everyone knows that they are purely here to take advantage of the fire, and the officers condone all kinds of behavior.

Although the government of Sarapur has already asked for help from Izhevsk, it is impossible to say that the distance of several tens of kilometers can be reached.

The National Republican Army garrisoned in Sarapur had only one infantry battalion and a self-defence regiment of more than 1,000 militiamen, which had launched the previous half-crossing attack on the west bank of the Kama River.

Despite being outnumbered, they still wanted to try to resist for a while, and there was hope that reinforcements would hold out until Izhevsk arrived.

The latter sent several telegrams in succession, promising to do everything in their power to send reinforcements as soon as possible, about one infantry regiment and two artillery battalions, which would arrive within forty-eight hours if all went well.

Emboldened, the army and civilians of Sarapur were determined to resist the enemy, and the elderly, women, and children began to evacuate to the north, but many still refused to evacuate.

In such a situation, some of the cavalry that first rushed into the city were met with head-on fire.

In an instant, the houses on the left and right seemed to have become pillboxes, and one bullet came from both sides, and six or seven people were shot and fell off their horses in a single breath.

The crisp "thump" of the Mosin Nagant rifle and the loud "thump" of the Djeggalev light machine gun were intertwined, mixed with the roar of a grenade explosion.

Realizing that this small city had not given up resistance and let others slaughter it, these cavalry dreams of preparing to enter the city dissipated and hurriedly retreated.

"Your Excellency, we have met with organized resistance, in addition to the regular army but also the police and armed civilians."

Having learned about the situation, Colonel Sergei looked at the map, then pointed to the church spire in the distance and ordered: "Surround Sarapur, establish strongholds to the west and east, send some cavalry patrols in the direction of 280, and ...... Let Andrei command his men to clear the city of the resistance. ”

Next, the Siberian Defense Army lined up, preparing to lay siege to the town, which they thought would be taken in about an afternoon.

Outflanked to the left and right, several strongholds were established on the west and east sides of the city, and then the 109th Infantry Regiment split into three and attacked from three directions.

In order to facilitate rapid movement, the unit that came to the west of the Urals did not carry much heavy weapons, and the team of more than 8,000 people was equipped with only one artillery battery, equipped with six M7909 76.2mm mountain guns.

The guns, along with a dozen 81mm mortars, bombarded the previously exposed defenders' firing points, and in the rumble of artillery, the brick houses collapsed one after another, and the dust flew up.

However, after heavy shelling, these places appeared to be in ruins, but the debris and rubble everywhere made the terrain more complicated and easier for the defenders to use as shelter.

"Get rid of these idiots! We're going to celebrate drinking in town tonight! ”

A few days ago, a group of people were crowded in stuffy, smelly, rickety tanks, got off the train and marched hundreds of kilometers on two legs.

At the thought of liquor, barbecue, and women, the soldiers shouted and rushed into the assault starting position.

They didn't come under any fire during the hundreds of meters, could it be that the stubborn guys were all killed by the previous shelling?

In this way, after only a few steps, their doubts and apprehensions were broken.

I saw that the corner of the street dozens of meters away had been turned into ruins, and farther away, as far as the eye could see, the windows and doors on the first floor of the houses along the street were all blocked.

The whole street was silent, except for wisps of green smoke, and a sense of unease welled up in the hearts of the soldiers.

Suddenly, a gunshot broke the silence, like a stone thrown into the lake, setting off layers of ripples, and countless muzzle flames appeared in an instant!

"Bang! Bang! ”

"Ambush!"

The soldiers at the front were shot dead on the spot, and the rest of them quickly lay down and crawled to the sides......

I don't know where the bullets came from, as if there were defenders in ambush around any corner.

A sergeant who was shot in the chest by a 7.62×54mm rifle bullet and quickly fell to the ground and died, he couldn't believe his eyes - it was a pile of rubble, how could it be a muzzle flame?!

After paying the price of more than 30 casualties, the company participating in the attack retreated in panic.

"Sir, we can't do it...... The whole street is an enemy! ”

"You useless fools, don't you have the courage to do this? Attack, attack! ”

In the face of the feedback from his subordinates, the battalion commander ignored it and just blindly ordered to continue the attack.

In those days, people were not yet fully aware of the cruelty and difficulty of street fighting, and the Russian army stationed in Siberia all year round lacked such a concept.

Their opponents, on the other hand, took over the command with a veteran officer with good military qualities and laid a wide net in a short time.

Georg von Berme was a captain in the Imperial German Army who refused to stay in the German Society and fled abroad. During the Battle of Nuremberg, he led his troops and the German Society to fight hard for two weeks, from the suburbs to the city.

At that time, many of the exiled nobles of Dide went to different places, some went to England, some went to France, some went to Russia, and even some crossed the ocean to the Ming Dynasty.

Although there are many Juncker children who are idle, most of them have good military qualities and have personally experienced the tragic European war. Objectively speaking, those Dide officers who crossed thousands of miles to the Ming Dynasty injected a trace of fresh blood into the Ming army, and they made a certain contribution to the construction of the Ming army with their actual combat experience of blood and fire.

Georg worked his way up to colonel in the Imperial Russian Army, then retired from active duty and came to Izhevsk as an instructor and adviser to the Arsenal Committee.

After the fall of civil strife in Tsarist Russia, Izhevsk fell under the control of the Socialist Revolutionary Party and the People's Freedom Party, and Georg agreed with them, so he was entrusted with important tasks.

One can imagine how much the proud and complacent Siberian Defense Forces will be in the face of such a terrifyingly experienced old guy.

The brutal command of the officers had serious consequences, and in the face of a complex and intertwined defensive line, the soldiers tried to force a breakthrough with rifle and machine-gun fire.

The four companies of the 109th Infantry Regiment took part in the offensive at great cost, with groups of infantry being dropped by bullets on the road or wounded by falling mortar shells and grenades.

And the soldiers who were lucky enough to make it through the killing area had to face the ubiquitous defenders, many of whom did not know where the bullets came from until they were knocked down, and the front, left, right, left front, and right front seemed to be firing?

Even so, the red-eyed soldiers continued to attack like a frenzy at the urging of the officers, allowing corpses to be strewn all over the streets along the way.

"This is crazy, Your Excellency... Your Excellency, we should pause the offensive. ”

"Idiot! The lads have already broken through the enemy's lines. ”

Just as Colonel Sergei was about to give the order to throw in reserves and crush the resistance of the city in one fell swoop, a short trumpet sound wafted in, followed by a raindown of mortar shells.

The major beside him shuddered, his hand shook, and even the telescope fell to the ground.

Colonel Sergei didn't believe that with the remnants of the defenders on the opposite side, they would be able to launch a counterattack, not to mention that they were already retreating!

So he categorically ordered: "Tell Major Oleg that his battalion has ceased its preparatory mission and is now fully engaged in battle from the west and south, and if he cannot take the enemy's positions, then he will not return!" ”

Ten minutes later, in the erected artillery mirror, it can be seen that the battle situation has suddenly reached a white-hot stage.

The figures of the soldiers on both sides collided violently like a torrent, and the sound of explosions, gunshots, and screams blended together and soared into the sky.

In the shouts of Ula, the two sides spoke the same language and cursed and shouted to kill, and the fierce close-range shooting then evolved into a tragic white-knuckle battle!

As far as psychological deterrence is concerned, the cruelty of white-knuckle combat is far greater than that of firepower, and the winner or loser is often determined in a few minutes or even tens of seconds in actual combat - there will always be a morale collapse of one side.

Unexpectedly, the white-knuckle battle that broke out in the small city of Sarapur lasted for a full ten minutes. In the end, there were even police and civilians on the side of the defenders.

Because of the superiority of the Siberian Defense Army, and their reckless assault that was frenzied and did not rush to losses, the balance of victory finally tipped in their favor.

Colonel Sergei's plan was really achieved, and he did capture Sarapur that day, and the defenders were only a few hundred men, and they took advantage of the setting sun to retreat to the northwest.

The street fighting was unbelievably brutal, with the corpses of soldiers on both sides strewn across several streets of Sarapur, and bullet holes lining the facades of every building.

Chaplains prayed for dying or dead soldiers, and nuns from local churches were called in to treat wounded soldiers.

"God willing, his sins will be redeemed, and his soul will ascend to heaven......"

"Come on! Help is needed here! ”

"No, he can't do it, stop it, go help the others!"

Seven and a half hours of ferocious assault certainly took the small city quickly, but it also broke the bones of this limited force.

More than 1,100 people were wounded, and the death toll of more than 500 is slowly rising.

Next, will it really be possible to capture Izhevsk and loot it on a large scale as expected when the journey started?

The Ming court has always paid attention to the power of Lieutenant General Ilya, who was seized in Yekaterinburg, believing that he has the value of support, and the two sides are already in friendly and efficient communication.

However, the Akito did not know that the Siberian Defense Force was trying to send an expeditionary force west of the Urals.

When the fierce battle in this distant place ended, Zhou Changfeng, who was far away in the hinterland of the Ming Dynasty, took his wife and daughter to the thoroughfare of the nine provinces by train.

Wuhan in June has lived up to the name of the furnace, and the scorching sun made Xia Xiaoshi shocked, and she hurriedly asked Lin Xi to hold up the umbrella.

"The sun is too big, and the lake in summer really lives up to its reputation." Xia Xiaoshi hugged Jian Jian in her arms and muttered.

"This is a characteristic of Wuhan, and it is a must-try."

Zhou Changfeng originally wanted to come to Yangyue Automobile Company alone to inspect the production line, but Xia Xiaoshi was reluctant, so he applied to the emperor, and the latter was not embarrassed.

My sister Zhou Roujia and her brother-in-law's son are now of school age, so she came back from Shanghai and went to the Hankou County Government to handle the school registration, and she happened to be at home these days.

After the small family banquet, the wife and daughter stayed to continue chatting, and the enthusiastic Zhou rushed to the headquarters of Yangyue Company non-stop.

Rather than evaluating the situation of the factory's production line, he is now more interested in the wheeled assault guns tendered by the Ming Army.

Shanghai Junda withdrew from the competition at the beginning because it was busy with other projects, so Yangyue Company actually only had Yanjing Xunjie as its rival.

The project bidding requirements issued by the Ordnance Bureau are more difficult and even contradictory in Zhou's opinion.

First, the layout is 4×4 or 6×6;

Second, the maximum travel is not less than 300km;

Third, the tire can still travel 10km after being hit by a medium-caliber infantry bullet;

Fourth, the turret must be compatible with two firepower configurations, an 80mm short-barreled gun or a 20.8mm cannon;

Fifth, both frontal and side armor can withstand large-caliber machine gun shells;

Sixth, the purchase price can not be higher than 26,000 yuan.

In comparison, the purchase price of a Type 38 medium tank is now 65,600 yen, a Type 37 light tank is 43,500 yen, and a Type 34 112mm howitzer is 23,000 yen.

It can be said that the Ming Army had seemingly unrealistic extravagant hopes for wheeled assault guns - both cheap and good performance.

Yes! Obsessive-compulsive disorder is committed.,I forgot to delete a little word.,It's actually 4200 words.,Such a chapter is 21 coins!

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