The Tiger Head Fortress was close to minus 40 degrees, and the horse team and convoy did not sleep all night. All the horses, oxen, and trucks rested and rested in shifts, and spent the night in a guarded area, covered with tapestries of the thick wooden cage houses of the Soviet Union, and beside the fire, not eroded by the bitter cold.

Working at night, there was a soldier on the truck who kept blowing the frost on the windshield with a sharp knife, working hard for the driver's vision; Horses climb the plow, people from time to time with thick cotton gloves to wipe the frost in front of their eyes, wipe the frost on the neck sleeve that has almost blocked the breath, in the severe cold along the direction of the fire, keep climbing the plow and plow the materials back to the designated place.

Inside the fortress, too, there was a group of people who did not rest, counting the seized belongings and the items they had harvested during the cleaning of Dalenevchensk. In order to avoid the old problems of the soldiers, and in order not to have the embarrassing scene of cleaning the battlefield in the Qitaihe mining area, Xing Yuan strictly ordered that all the soldiers were not allowed to find any property in their pockets.

Xing Yuan's luck was very good, and there were no accidents during the busy night. After a busy night's work, most of the supplies in the warehouse were delivered, and all of them could be emptied in the morning. The materials piled up in Dalenevchensk are now not guns or oil drums, and all the ammunition has been transported across the river and piled up under a heavily guarded cliff.

The day gradually brightened in the busy firelight. The fighters defending both ends of the railway are already changing shifts for the fifth time. In the second half of the night, in temperatures of more than 40 degrees, they were on duty for only one hour per shift to avoid frostbite. They differ from laborers in that they are less active and more prone to frostbite.

Outside the warehouse, the fighters who were stationed five kilometers along the railway station had just changed their guards. One of the warriors was lying on his stomach on the blanket, and had not yet covered himself with the blanket, when he suddenly saw a black dot moving in the snow in the distance.

"There is a situation!"

He shouted, quickly put on the respirator, and raised the binoculars.

In the camera, a team of horses covered in frost appears in view. Judging from the costumes, this horse team is impressively Russian soldiers.

The team walked forward slowly, and several empty horses were tied to the saddles of the team, snorting and following. Their guns were all on their backs, apparently unaware that the front of the tunnel was within range of the enemy.

"Keep everyone, don't run away!"

Urgently entering the defensive position, a company commander shouted quietly.

Dozens of fighters in charge of sniping quickly put on breathing apparatus and raised the sniper semi-automatics that they had only obtained a few days ago. Quietly aiming at the figures of more than thirty horses.

These people are only six or seven hundred meters apart, and within the range of a sniper rifle, they can be completely wiped out. But the company commander did not rush to give the order to shoot. The other party has horses, and once they escape, the news leaks. They were ordered to keep no enemy troops here by tomorrow morning, and in order to avoid further fighting, the only way to avoid further fighting was to minimize the possibility of information leaking, after all, the communication was extremely backward at this time.

The Russian soldiers on the horse team were still walking leisurely. Unaware of it, he had been targeted at his head.

They walked slowly along the railroad, barely speaking. It's not fast either.

"What are they doing here?"

On the battlefield, hundreds of guns were pointed at these Soviet and Russian soldiers, and it was very strange for them to wander around.

"Sniper rifle ready!"

When the other party entered the 300-meter meter, the company commander calmly ordered: "No one will be left!" ”

Burst! Burst!

With his command, there was an instant pop, and bullets silently tore through the cold air. Straight to the figure of the horse team.

At the moment when the horse team that was steadily advancing sounded here, the thick cotton hats of the figures shook one by one, and the frost flowers on them were immediately dyed red, and the people silently planted their horses.

The figure in front of him swayed, startling the quietly walking horses. At the same time as the figures fell one after another, the war horse Herod hissed and jumped in panic.

The quiet team was immediately in chaos at this moment, but no one could react. There were only thirty men in all, sixty or seventy sniper rifles, and they were already dead at the moment of the horse riot.

"Kill all the horses!"

The company commander shouted at the end of a round of shooting.

There was no sound of response, but then the pop was loud again, and the panicked horses neighed, or rushed into the snow with their wounds, or dragged their master's corpse forward, but the bullets that followed kept them in their tracks, and they fell to the ground with blood foaming in their mouths. Splashed with large clouds of snow mist.

In less than two minutes, only a piece of scarlet remained not far away, and there was no longer a standing figure.

"Three platoons, clean the battlefield, search for any omissions!"

With the order, dozens of figures climbed up on the position, holding the 38 big cover, and slowly touched the bloodstain not far away.

When they got closer, the men were dead, and only a few of the horses lay there, foaming blood from their mouths, snorting and sighing, and their sad eyes turning helplessly.

"Clean up the battlefield, leave the horses alone!"

A platoon commander made a round and found that none of the people had a squirt, and while admiring the accuracy of the sniper pistol, he ordered the battlefield to be cleaned.

At this time, everyone thought that no matter what the team was doing, it had all been killed, and the news could be blocked for at least a few more hours.

But none of them expected that at the moment when the war horse neighed, in the distant woods, several figures quickly lay down.

On the trunk of a tree three or four meters high next to them, a telephone line swayed to its own.

"What's going on up ahead?"

A Russian soldier asked.

"Let's go, Comrade Berenev, let's get closer and see ......"

So, the four of them quietly left there, and slowly approached in the direction of the roadbed, under the shade of the trees......

"Don't shoot!!"

One of the sergeants pressed the muzzle of the raised gun and whispered.

The thirty or forty people who cleaned the battlefield in front were not something that the four of them could deal with, plus more than thirty people, they were silently annihilated, and all the war horses were killed, then, obviously, there were more than dozens of people ambushed.

"Report the situation!"

With that, the sergeant crept backwards. Quickly got out of there.

The other three also slowly retreated, away from the position where they could see the dead horses.

Shaoqing, the sergeant took out the hand-cranked phone from his bag, pinched the telephone line on the trunk, and received the call.

It turned out that these people were telephone soldiers who followed the telephone line to check the line. It is also the owner of the empty horses in the horse team, and the horse team is also very slow because of their relationship.

"What? An enemy appeared in front of Dalenevchensk? "More than 40 kilometers away, at a small railway station, a lieutenant was shocked.

"Yes, Comrade Lieutenant, the other side is using a Type 38 rifle."

"Type 38 rifle?"

The lieutenant was stunned, they had not yet received the news that the Japanese had evacuated from the border, and the news was still circling around in a certain circle, and they did not know about it.

"The Japanese have infiltrated?"

He groaned for a moment and ordered: "Comrade Berenev, I order you to investigate the situation. Feel free to report back! ”

"Yes! Comrade Lieutenant! ”

The soldier on the other end of the phone took the order to withdraw the phone and disappeared into the snow with the three of them.

Their goal is "Izbesk"?

As soon as the lieutenant gave the order, he thought of the small station in front of Darenevchensk, where the supplies were assembled, where the troops of a regiment were stationed, and there was no problem with security. But the phone was interrupted, and the enemy was still around, that. Isn't there danger?

He was immediately shocked at the thought of Izbek, which was an important base for them. If there is a loss, the loss will be huge. After all, the Trans-Siberian Railway is expensive to transport supplies, and it takes more than ten days to travel from Moscow to get there.

"Someone! Come!! ”

He shouted......

Shaoqing, a group of snow-white warriors swarming out of the small station on horseback, galloped towards Izbekistan.

Han Jie received a report of encountering an enemy, and he knew it. Time is running out, in addition to ordering the defending troops to strictly guard the defense area, they can only urge those guns to load the trucks quickly.

In the cave, there were only a few guns and cannons left. There is no way, one cannon is one or two tons. Two or three tons, a truck pulls a cannon, and some more guns are fully loaded, and there is no way to load more.

After reporting the situation to Xing Yuan, Han Jie, who had not slept all night, personally urged the shipment to speed up in the camp with red eyes.

Xing Yuan received the telegram, knowing that the news could not be blocked for long, although fortunately there was no news leaked during the attack, but there was a blank time, and he was already very happy.

"Herald! One regiment was left in the fortress, and the rest crossed the river to carry supplies, and all the guns had to be carried back! ”

After giving the order, Xing Yuan pondered and ordered: "Send a telegram to Meng Zhaocheng, defend the position for 500 meters, block the railway in stages, don't hold on for too long when you encounter a large force of enemies, block it in echelons, retreat slowly, don't let the enemy spread out, don't fall into encirclement!" ”

When the key taker left, Xing Yuan muttered in a low voice: "Lao Meng, you are so clever, once you are surrounded, it will be a big price to stand out again!" ”

Meng Zhaocheng immediately understood that the news had leaked after receiving the telegram, or the old brigade commander would not let a 500-meter defensive line, and ordered not to shake it hard, giving the enemy a chance to breathe a sigh of relief, and avoiding a single defensive line from being cut off.

"Oh yes! Big nose, blocking your time for a day, my old Meng can still do it! ”

After burning the telegram, Meng Zhaocheng ordered: "The defense line is laid out in stages, with a distance of three hundred meters, one platoon for each defense line, and five light machine guns!" Igniting sleepers during evacuation"

With the order, the original defensive position of the large army was immediately spaced, and the personnel continued to build a defensive line with sleepers along the railway, and poured diesel fuel that had been prepared on the back of the sleeper piles piled up on the roadside, ready to ignite and burn at any time.

On the river, at this time, the crowd was surging, and on the snow that had been trampled flat, the soldiers pulled the horses and carried them, quickly transported the materials across the river, and sent them to the designated location, without taking a breath, and then ran back, and then carried it.

The abandoned trucks and tanks also disintegrated with the thud of various primitive tools such as sledgehammers, and the trucks that pulled supplies in the caves and did not need to go back went up the slope of the riverbank, pulling heavy cannons, and slanted up to the ice. They didn't need to come back, they brought cannons, pulled to the opposite riverbank, and then dragged up by horses and oxen, and their mission was completed.

In the midst of the intense busyness, the messages suddenly became dense.

When Xing Yuan received the report, he had no way of knowing the content of the message. But he knew that the big war was coming, and whether he could snatch everything back was up to him today. However, at the same time, he was not worried that the surrounding army had the strength of a brigade in Dalenevchensk, and the nearest other place was Vladivostok, and Vladivostok reinforcements could not reach in a day and break through to Lenevchensk. In other words, during this day, you are still not in much danger.

During the period when Xing Yuan's transportation army entered the frantic transportation, in the cave warehouse, on the mountain beam, several snow-white figures quietly stared at the trucks that were entering and leaving the cave below.

The operator was rubbing his frozen fingers in a hidden place from time to time, sending messages intermittently.

Near Darenevchensk, six or seven figures also blended in with Xu Di, holding their breath and staring at the busy crowd in the distance in the telescope.

They were the creators of the message, and they were also the scouts who were sent after receiving the accident. The snow hiding is not only the Chinese, but the Soviet Russians, who deal with snow all year round, are as good at it.

As the telegram flew into the sky intensively, the Siberian garrison received the news that Darenevchensk had been captured and Izbekistan had been sacked. The garrison in Vladivostok also received the telegram and, in a panic, immediately sent troops.

In the Kremlin, the bearded man also received the telegram, he angrily smashed the wine glass in his hand, and ordered loudly: "Take back Izbekistan at all costs!" ”

His order was a holy decree, and with it, the garrisons of Siberia and along Lake Baikal boarded the train. Groups of war horses also waded through the snow and mist and ran on the snow and rushed to Izbekistan.

In Vladivostok, herds of war horses galloped, following the rumbling train as fast as they could, to reinforce Darenevchensk.

The silent Trans-Siberian Railway was noisy as it ordered neutrality, and trains were connected end to end, rumbling with white mist through the mountains and ravines.

At this time, not to mention the whole of Soviet Russia, there must be at least three or four divisions, and tens of thousands of troops rushed to Izbekistan.

Xing Yuan's side didn't know that the Lu Dao army was about to overwhelm the border, and suddenly he still commanded the rush to transport supplies. He will never let go of the wealth he has, even if it costs him.

Han Jie was quite smooth here, at about ten o'clock, the last 150 cannon was specially re-cared out of the cave, and then, boxes of explosives were carried into the two caves, and at the moment when the barracks were ignited, the fuse smoked.

"The supplies have been moved!"

Seeing the smoke rising from behind, one of the regiment commanders in charge of the defense here ordered: "The defense line retreats in turn, retreat to the small station and rearm it!" ”

With his order, the five-kilometer defensive line outside the small station was retreated in an orderly manner. (To be continued......)