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Almost subconsciously, the telescope in Chelakov's hand was fixed on the embankments on both sides of the pier.

On the west bank of the river, except for the undulating snow packets of different sizes, there are sparse birch trees. The howling cold wind blew, rolling up the snowflakes on the branches and the snow skin and snow dust on the ground, sweeping the snow-covered river bank spotlessly.

Cherakov skimmed over the bulging snow packets at a rapid pace. He had no doubt that it was the same embankment he was familiar with, and even every bump and depression on it was the same as it was.

So, his gaze quickly moved to the east side of the dock.

Behind this embankment is a birch forest that has become one with the snowfield. From a distance, the straight birch trees under the cover of night are like patches of samurai in armor, standing in the fierce wind.

Chelakov leaned over the battlement, holding the telescope to his eyeball, as if that way he could see if there was anything else buried in the trees. His overthinking is obviously not excessive, this birch forest is located behind his soldiers who are about to attack the city of Aihui, the city is surprisingly quiet, will the cunning Chinese do something outside the city? If the Chinese ambushed a soldier and horse here, and suddenly came out of the oblique stab, not only would it cut off the retreat of his siege army at once, but the artillery team deployed on the river near the south bank would become the object of waiting to be beaten, but in the end, Chelakov saw nothing, he straightened his waist, wiped his tall nose that was beaten by the cold wind, and the snot that was involuntarily flowing out, and let out a long sigh of relief. It's not just because the rows of birch and the thick snow have been buried. More importantly, it was Chelakov himself who reassured himself that in such a harsh environment, he wanted to lay an ambush in the open air. That's just a dream.

The Great War is about to begin. A large number of Russian soldiers were gathered outside the north gate of Aihui, and several large wooden barrels filled with gunpowder were being quickly rolled towards the huge closed city gate. And at this time, without a telescope at all, Cherakov, who had good eyesight, could see that in the middle of the majestic artillery corps unfolding on the river, the small flag in the hand of the artillery commander Captain Ubakivka had been raised high, and was preparing to wave it down violently with a loud bang under the north gate.

"Shaba," Chelakov was pleased with the swiftness of his men, and his vigilant eyes never left Aihui, who would soon be overwhelmed by the smoke of gunpowder. But his mouth had already begun to laugh and talk with his adjutant with a little ease, "They all say that Chinese don't know how to be humorous, hehe, in my opinion, that is pure misunderstanding." Fearful city, if you look at the name they Chinese gave this place, don't you have a sense of humor? ”

"Lord Governor," said Shaboka, the adjutant who was standing beside Chelakov, quickly turned his face sideways, dodging another gust of bad wind. Holding his arms in front of his chest, "Actually, they are very good at self-appreciative humor, what a terrible city, who has ever been afraid?" It's just that they amuse themselves. Of course, it can also add a joke to everyone when they really have nothing to do. ”

"Not bad." Originally, he was very casually holding the battlement with one hand and holding a telescope in the other. Suddenly, he began to lean forward again, holding the telescope in both hands at the same time, "The Chinese general in the city is even more humorous, as long as I think of what he said these days, I can't help but want to laugh." Tell me, what would happen to our valiant soldiers if they carried him here like a dog? ”

"Needless to say. We're going to call him humorous to the extreme. Shaboka wiped his snot and grinned in a bad way. He sneered, "He's ...... at that time."

Shaboka wasn't done yet. I was choked by a landslide-like explosion.

With this explosion. General Chelakov's bear-like body. I couldn't help but lose my center of gravity and shook it for a while. The telescopes in his hands almost fell under the city. "These damn Chinese pigs!" Chelakov cursed angrily. More like moaning in pain.

The flickering fires and explosions were deafening. But after the smoke cleared, the ground was hard at the north gate of Huncheng. But it was still unscathed. And as several barrels of gunpowder exploded violently, they scattered and flew to the ground. They were all stumps and broken arms of the Russian soldiers. And they howl like ghosts.

Originally. It had already been rolled by more than a dozen Russian soldiers to a place less than twenty paces away from the city gate. Suddenly flying to the ground at the head of the city, a row of grenades forcibly stopped. Detonated on the spot.

There was silence after the big bang. It's just a moment. Then erupted into gunshots like popping beans. But. The gunfire did not come from the head of Aihui City. And it was precisely General Chelakov who was all too familiar with the western side of the pier. In his eyes, it was still the same embankment as ever.

The uneven embankment. It seemed to be shocked and infected by the loud roar. Suddenly, it was incredibly energetic. It was as if the surface of the water was calm, and suddenly burst into countless gurgling springs. A strange avalanche erupted on the embankment. In the scattered snow and mist. Suddenly, there were countless "snow monsters". Stumbled down the embankment. Forthwith. The rain of bullets is more ferocious than the roaring cold wind. With a terrifying hiss. Swept towards the Russian ground artillery team on the ice.

The poor artillery commander, Captain Ubakivka, was knocked to the ground before he could figure out what was going on. The small tricolor command flag in his hand did not have time to be waved down by him, but fluttered with the wind for a moment, and then he reluctantly planted in the midst of the chaotic Tsarist artillerymen, and was trampled back and forth by a pair of frightened and messy large leather boots.

The huge artillery team didn't even have time to shoot a single shell, and the hundreds of gunners scurrying around became live targets for the opponent's wanton killing. The sudden appearance of this group of "snow monsters" not only knocked out the artillery team at once and cut off the back road of the three battalions of soldiers who were supposed to capture Aihui City, but what was even more terrifying was that once the "snow monsters" fired their own cannon shells at their own soldiers in front, the fate of more than 1,000 soldiers would be extremely miserable. Chelakov was really going crazy.

"Out of the city, all out of the city, we must teach those Chinese pigs a good lesson, and save Colonel Kishmenko!" Chelakov jumped to his feet and screamed in frustration. Chelakov knew too well that if Kishmenko's men could not turn back, then his second line of defense would be a mere talk of hunger.

The men and horses who had gone up to reinforce were pouring out of the city, and Captain Shaboka, who was familiar with the general's usual style, also cheered up and shouted at the guards to hurry up and prepare to go out of the city with the general.

Sure enough, as Chelakov expected, the 1st Battalion of the Red Fifth Army's Special Service Regiment, which had been lurking in the snow for several hours, quickly divided into two teams after breaking up the artillery team of Tsarist Russia, one team controlled the dock, and used the terrain to form a defensive position on the spot, preparing to resist the counterattack of Tsarist Russia that would retreat. The other team, under the cover of their companions, pointed the muzzles of dozens of cannons that had already been loaded with projectiles directly at the Tsarist Russian army group outside the north gate.

As the muzzles erupted with rage, flakes of shrapnel smashed like hail into Colonel Kishmenko's ranks.

Colonel Kishmenko, who were exposed to the open snow, were bombarded and strafed by the fierce artillery fire behind them and the windy bullets from the direction of the pier, and there was nowhere to hide, and for a time they were in chaos. In order to gain a respite, in order to stabilize the group, and to choose the right time to return to his nest, Kishmenko naturally fell in love with the birch forest that was less than a mile to the east. Under the leadership of Colonel Kishmenko, the hasty Russian soldiers scrambled for each other and began to retreat like a tide to the birch forest.

Who knows, a group of Russian soldiers who were running at the forefront had just approached the edge of this forest, and something they didn't expect had happened. "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......" A dozen black things flew out of the woods in a row, followed by a thunderous sound. And with the explosion of the grenade, countless black holes flashed in the forest, and the crisp sound of "pop pop ......" suddenly rang out.

Xu Ziqiang, the head of the Red Fifth Army Special Service Regiment, stood up sharply from a snow nest in the forest, and shook the white cloth sheet full of snowflakes on his body, "Blow the trumpet, charge!" ”

"What about the weather...... The ghost weather is really cold...... "The bugle soldier who followed Commander Xu Ziqiang back then, when he mentioned the past, although he was already on the southern seashore in summer, he still reflexively tightened his body, and even subconsciously hugged his shoulders, as if he was in the forest and snow field of the year.

"As if I had a premonition, on the way to Aihui with Commander Cao, the commander gave our regiment an extremely difficult task, that is, to practice the ability to resist frost. To put it bluntly, it requires our regiment to be able to survive in the cold and snowy wilderness for a night, and after surviving, it must be able to fight. In the words of the commander, you have put on the best winter clothes in the whole army, and they cannot be worn in vain. In order to do this, our regiment commander and the brothers of the whole regiment thought of all methods, eating chili peppers, drinking local pots, etc...... I was seventeen when I left the customs, and I had never drunk a drop of alcohol before. But I'm almost fifty now, and if I drink half a catty or eight taels at a meal, it will still be a small fight, and this is the foundation laid back then. ”

"Even so, the cold energy in the Northeast is still difficult for us Hunan people to enjoy. The lurking of the day began in the middle of the night. The wind of that night blew violently without covering the ground, and at first, it felt like countless small knives cutting your face, and like countless steel needles piercing through your cotton clothes and pants, piercing your body. When you get there, you'll be numb from the cold......

"Before I left the city, I was worried about whether I would be able to blow the trumpet of the charge when the time came. Originally, according to the commander, if you don't blow it, you won't blow it. To be honest, it was not a comfortable thing to blow the military horn at that time, hehe, as soon as he came out of the customs, a trumpeter in the first battalion was eaten off half of his lips by the military horn. But our head didn't do it. If you want to talk about our regimental leader, that's a high-spirited person. ”

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