"Now, go back and make all preparations for the attack, Comrade Instructor, you lead the battalion reserves and attack at any time according to my orders!"

Paul. Kochagin puffed out his chest: "Yes, Comrade Battalion Commander, I lead the battalion reserve and will launch an attack at any time according to your orders!" ”

The small town in the mountains, trembling under the preparation of artillery fire. The houses, which had been hit by artillery fire, fell with a loud groan. Paul. Kochagin's battalion served the tasks of the regimental reserve, and the regiment took on the task of the divisional reserve, so they were the last reserve.

Therefore, they can crouch in the woods of the attack area, and use binoculars to observe the bloody battle on the battlefield.

The cavalry division launched the main attack of the two regiments of cavalry, how avalanche-like. The cavalry did not raise their sabers, after all, when they stormed the city, they would face street battles in cities that were not suitable for cavalry combat. As for how to break through the small flat ground before the enemy's record, the commander of the cavalry division did not seem to be worried.

After all, as a divisional army, they have the support of Russian-made large-caliber artillery this time.

At this moment, the artillery fire that cleared the way for the cavalry opened up a fairly wide passage in the enemy's mine array, barbed wire, and deer barricades. But the Whites did not immediately retaliate with artillery, and it seems that they were not at all worried about the loss of these barriers in front of the front.

Of course, if the Red Army soldiers had seen the defensive facilities of the opposing soldiers, they would have regretted that they had used cavalry to launch such an attack.

On the edge of the city, near the Russian-style trenches and pillboxes, there were two noticeable mounds of earth that were completely buried in the snow. If the Red Army could see what it looked like before last year's heavy snowfall, they would have managed to bomb them completely, otherwise the city would not have been able to fall at all.

It was a defensive support point consisting of two pillboxes on four "fast fronts", and the six pillboxes in front of them could form effective crossfire. A pillbox at the back protected their rear from air raids. On top of that, all of these bunkers are fully connected to the city through underground passages.

Such a fortress is almost completely impossible to breach unless it is destroyed with heavy artillery or aircraft before the attack. Another possibility is to carry out a continuous explosion to destroy the interlayer that can attract the shock wave, and finally explode with a large amount of explosives.

But now, the cavalry of the Red Army was charging with absolutely no idea what kind of threat they were facing.

Under the snow in the bunker, it is warm. The thick layer of snow has been frozen hard by the harsh winter. The heat in the bunker is not lost at all. Therefore, the personnel who observed from the firing port could not have to wear overcoats, nor could they feel the slightest cold.

Next to the telescope he was holding was a two-pack high-level dual-purpose machine gun. In the other taps, there are Marc or French light machine guns. Around these weapons, there are bullet boxes.

The two bunker groups were almost identical, and the main target of these bunkers was the skirmish line of the enemy infantry that the cavalry said. Comparable to the fast front built by the French on the Verdun Line, the mortar emplacements in the four pillboxes here were equipped with a 120 mm mortar, enough to disperse any wave attack by cavalry and infantry.

Accompanied by the sound of the hooves of the horsemen's horses under their crotches, the cavalrymen shouted loudly. Listening to this sound in the bunker is like a mountain wind blowing through the mountains, and it is like an unstoppable hurricane sweeping across the sea.

The shaking of the land caused by the horses' hooves shook the snow in front of the firing port. But in the bunker, because of the relationship with the protective layer, these vibrations are not felt at all.

"Prepare ......"

The commander of the bunker raised his hand, and his voice reached the ears of every shooter in the bunker.

By this time, the cavalry that had burst out of the woods had completely dispersed in formation, which only showed that the enemy forces in the small town had been effectively attacked. But whether these effective attacks will ultimately succeed is a matter of great doubt.

"Woo......"

Apparently the planes that had taken off in an emergency were the same as the "Benlei" attack aircraft equipped by the Red Army, passing from low altitudes, and they were like some razors, and a barrage of bullets shot from the nose of their planes. For the galloping cavalry, this line seems to have some intimate relationship with death, and no matter how fast the horse is, no matter how brave the warrior is, it cannot be crossed.

Hordes of cavalry warriors were lost in the dense rain of bullets and the bombs that were dropped. The corpses of war horses and people were thrown high in the sound of bombs.

Despite this, the heroic cavalry still made a "woo-la" sound that heralded victory, and desperately approached the small city.

"Sudden ......"

These are the quadruple 12.7 mm anti-aircraft machine guns that China has eliminated because of the replacement of the "Death Scythe" phalanx system. The long tongue of fire is like the serpent's letter, swallowing in the sky.

If it was just one, then the planes in the air would not have to worry too much, but if there was a chain of fire made up of dozens of machine gun bullets suddenly rising underground, then any pilot would be terrified.

The ground machine guns formed a net of fire, like some nets to catch insects, once they were caught in their nets, then the plane had almost no chance of escaping.

The plane was hit and sent up black smoke, crimson flames flashed from the fuselage, and as the plane fell into the forest below, some white parachutes appeared in the sky.

However, the Red Army soldiers, who were already red-eyed, would not let go of the chance to live these pilots who had just given the shock troops great casualties. The red trajectory captures the parachute, tearing the parachutes apart in the air, and the pilot's body falls from the parachute like a stone to the ground.

Such an demand was exchanged for the cheers of the cavalry soldiers who were about to go to the battlefield. At this time, the Red Army artillery fire fell on the White lines, and the trenches and pillboxes fell in rows with 115-mm cannons and 120-mm howitzers, which were divisional support artillery battalions.

As in the First World War, they used shells of the same caliber and some differed only a few millimeters, which had the advantage that their captured ammunition was not easily used by the other side.

The White Army is mainly equipped with Western weapons, while the Russian Red Army is equipped with weapons made by China itself. In fact, these weapons are quite related, but not all.

For example, the Stern submachine gun, both the other side and the Russian side are prepared, but the Westerners use 11.43 mm pistol rounds to match the M1911 pistol rounds. The two weapons used by the Russian side are from China, so both weapons are 7.63 mm.

The Red Army soldiers of the reserve regiment cheered one by one, their weapons in their hands facing the sky. In their opinion, after such heavy artillery fire on the opposing front, the operation to break into the city was completed. Now it's time for them to get up, and they will engage in street battles with the troops in front.

However, the cheers of the soldiers in the rear did not end, and a great catastrophe struck.

"Tutu ......"

As if a volcano had erupted suddenly, a long series of tongues of fire shot out from the two bunkers that had been silent without the slightest movement. Apparently it was also a 12.7mm machine gun, otherwise those tongues of fire would not have been so bright and dense.

The charging cavalry seemed to crash into a merciless wall of fire, and groups of soldiers and their horses fell under the tongues of fire. No one could break into the enemy's line under such circumstances, and groups of soldiers and groups of horses were twisted into vague pieces of minced flesh in the midst of such dense crossfire.

"How so, didn't we detect these terrible points of fire beforehand? This will completely ruin our attack! ”

As a camp instructor, Paul. Kochagin couldn't scream out the question in his heart, all he could do was slam his fist on the frozen ground on the side, while gritting his teeth and thinking about what kind of means he would use to deal with these bunkers if the reserves came forward.

In the sky, the opposing planes were clearly flying to suppress the Red Army's artillery fire, and the 12.7 mm quadruple artillery was desperately resisting the suppression of their own artillery by those planes. Above the battle line, the cavalry had retreated like a tide. The artillery was bombarding the flaming bunkers.

Near the bunker, the corpses of the Red Army soldiers lay down in a piece of the black crow, and the blood was swept by the cold wind in the ground, which took away all the heat and quickly condensed into pieces of red, agate-like crystals.

"Camp instructor Paul. Comrade Kochakin, I brought the order that the battalion commander gave you. In the next attack, our battalion will be the vanguard of the entire cavalry regiment, and you must lead our reserves to attack the enemy pillboxes and render them completely useless! ”

"Yes, our reserves will carry out the order!"

Paul. Kochagin accepted the order loudly, but in his heart, the worry about the battle was growing more and more serious. After all, they were faced with a half-buried bunker that was almost impossible to penetrate. In the face of such bunkers, I am afraid that the best way is to get close to them and use explosives to solve them layer by layer.

So, will a reserve with a company plus some skirmishers be able to break through? Will it result in a one-sided massacre? Or, for this suicidal mission, Paul. Would Kochagin think of a better solution?