Chapter 153 The First Battle

The dark clouds quietly climbed up, and the starry night sky suddenly became dark. After a few thunders, the hail-like raindrops fell down, and the whole coast was blistering with water mist.

Two simple wooden trestles on the beach are suffering from the impact of the waves. Most of these small trestles are small bridges docked by smugglers. In the woods beside the beach, mules tied to the trees stand in the rain, and there are still dozens of people standing in the woods. On the wooden edge near the beach, there are men wearing a bucket hats and raincoats. Looking anxiously at the dark sea.

"Brother Wu, when will our people come!"

A young man in the forest went to the edge of the forest and asked the man standing by the edge of the forest. This man was in his 30s, tall and dark skin. The messy beard set off his rough face, giving people a feeling of vicissitudes.

"It should be fast!"

Wu Tiansheng was talking, but he was not sure. He had been waiting for two hours. Why hasn't the ship come yet? According to the agreed time, it should have arrived, but it was a rainstorm.

"Don't make any trouble!"

Although this is a territory occupied by the Russians, the Russians also have some soldiers in Shanhaiguan. There is no sign of Russian soldiers in this area for hundreds of miles. What chaos can happen?

The sea is windy and the rain is raging. At about midnight, a black rubber boat suddenly slid down a few nautical miles from the coast, and then several people slid down the rope. They picked up the wooden oars and rowed fiercely towards the coast in the storm. After bumping for more than an hour, the rubber boat finally landed. The rower took a long breath, and then hurriedly picked up the submachine gun with a long magazine from behind, carefully divided into two triangular formations, and touched the woods on the shore... "What't you!"

"Revenation!"

"Yi Yong!"

The simple command sounded in the woods, and several people with submachine guns saw people running out of the forest.

"You are here! Has the team arrived yet?

Wu Tiansheng couldn't help shaking hands with the leading scouts.

"The waves on the sea are big, it's too late! Do you have everything ready?

With a gun in his left hand, the scout asked rhetorical. The other five scouts who followed him were on guard around.

"Mulbors, carriages and military horses are all ready!"

"Send a signal! The ship is just a few miles away!"

The fire with kerosene burned on the beach. When the captain of the two cargo ships saw the three bonfires, he immediately ordered the ship to drive in the direction of the fire. When the ship approached, a person on the trestle held two stone gas lamps in his hands and kept waving, and the stone gas lamps were also placed on both sides of the trestle.

The ship leaned against the trestle, and the ship's arms immediately put down the thick climbing net. The originally quiet beach suddenly became lively. The officers and soldiers of the First Volunteer Army Regiment, who stayed on the ship for three days and three nights, climbed the net and went down to the trestle and rushed to the beach. As soon as they ran to the beach, they began to gather in a row, and the soldiers who completed the assembly were in the officers. Under our leadership, we ran in multiple directions to build a defensive warning position.

On the trestle, the carriage and mule rushed over, folding boxes of mountain cannons, boxes of shells and children were loaded into the carriage. After the carriage was loaded, it drove to the other end of the beach.

"Sier, you see, along this road, this area is a mountainous area with poor people. Although it is inevitable to attract attention when the large troops pass from there, it may be the safest route along this mountainous area. Sending scouts to guard in front of them can also hide the troops!"

Under the stone lamp, pointing to the map spread on the box, Wu Tiansheng said softly.

Staring at the map soaked by the rain, Lin Yanren nodded.

"Let's go this way! Mr. Wu, your man will lead the way!"

The horse was boiling. At night, more than 1,600 officers and soldiers took their horses and drove away from the coast. Some soldiers fell into the sea because of the urgency of getting off the ship. Their hair and ears were stained with a lot of sea sand, and their whole body was wet by the rain. The night rain in the northeast at the end of May carried some Cool air, soaked by the wind and rain, their faces were pale, and their lips were purple.

In front of the army and on the left and right sides, horse-riding scouts looked around through the rain curtain from time to time, providing vigilance for the troops to march. It was dark in front of Lin Yanren's eyes, and there was no other extra movement in his ear except the sound of footsteps.

A few hours later, after the rain, a round of red jumped out of the horizon, quietly shining on the land that had just struggled with the storm all night. On the mountain road, the soldiers carrying MJ03 light machine guns and Mosin rifles just buried their heads and walked forward, with quilts, bandages, boots and spares in their backpacks behind them. Bullets, carrying a rifle on the right shoulder and a dry food bag on the left shoulder, each carrying a weight of more than 25 kilograms.

The rubber-bottomed canvas boots under the feet walk. Although they don't have the spirit of the cowhide-faced and cowhide-bottomed boots, they only know that the two are day by day. The hard-soled leather boots look beautiful and majestic, but they are very bulky, which is not conducive to long-term walking march. The new shoes just received from the departure are made of rubber and cloth, which are very light and far more suitable for long-distance marching than bulky military boots. Especially when it is raining and the ground is full of mud, it is not easy to slip in these shoes, and they are relatively comfortable to wear.

"The soft boots are still comfortable!"

Thinking so in his heart, seeing that a soldier beside him had gasped a little, Lin Yanxin grabbed his rifle and carried it on his shoulder.

"Keep up with the team!"

The inadvertent behavior only showed a little strangeness in the eyes of the soldiers next to him, and their feet were much faster.

As the regimental commander, Lin Yanren has no privileges for others. He has a horse. Although it is only a pony, not the kind of foreign-style tall horse on the island, it saves the pain of the forced march. After four hours of forced marching, the army entered a mountain. After the scouts on the mountain sent a signal, Lin Yanren ordered the troops. The team rests.

When the soldiers took off their shoes and changed their socks as soon as they stopped to rest, Lin Yanren took out the map from his leather bag and measured the marching route with a ruler.

"Thirty days, march 1365 Huali!"

Looking at the map in the regimental commander's hand, Fang Juyue reported a number. Although the officers and soldiers in the regiment run a few times on the island every day, this kind of forced march was the first time.

"And along the way..."

Lin Yanren pointed to two points on the map, which are Russian barracks. The size of the barracks is small, but there are about a company of troops stationed.

"Tomorrow, we will take down this stronghold tomorrow,..."

After a pause, Lin Yanren looked at the stronghold.

"Fly a war and bring out our reputation!"

He glanced at the soldiers around him who were sitting in the mud eating dry food, and Fang Juyue said worriedly.

"But I'm going to march 120 miles a day today. When I get to the place, I'm worried..."

Shasha...shasha...sha,sha, sand, the soldiers' footsteps are getting heavier and heavier.

At noon, in this small marching team, the walking posture of the soldiers has also become different from the beginning. One limps, half of his body is on the stick, some are walking and twisting, and some even look like jumping... This is painful! After seven hours of continuous marching, although the soft boots are comfortable to walk, it is inevitable that some people still have blisters on their feet. Not one, not two, even the cracks in the toes are blistered, and it is painful to hit the ground.

Communication and the right foot of Liu Shiyuan, a row of telephones, also blistered. It was not as easy to walk as before. During the rest, as taught by the tutorial on the island, he pierced the bubble with a needle he carried with him, put in with a thread, and then left a line in it. In this way, if the water came out of the bubble, it would automatically ooz out. Here we go.

This kind of emergency rescue is the experience of Hell Island. The experience is often summarized from the lessons. In the training on Hell Island, it is normal for them to wear hard-soled boots, walk and run to make blisters. They pierce the old bubbles with needles, and soon grind out new bubbles in the original place. If the bubbles break again, they will become bloody feet.

Although it is tired, no one wants to fall behind in this team. At that time, if anyone falls behind, not only will they feel ashamed if they fall behind, but the most important thing is what the officers said.

"I lost the team here. If I am caught by Lao Maozi, I will be buried by bandits!"

In order to survive, everyone can only hold on like this. Every time the troops trot for a while, the platoon leader always counts the number of people from time to time to prevent people from falling out of the line. Secondly, I'm afraid that someone will leave the team. It's more terrible to leave the team here than to leave the team!

Although the rain stopped and the weather was cool, the officer's back, like all soldiers, the soaked military uniform was soaked with sweat again after being dried by the sun.

Under the sunset, several farmers are busy in the field. Although the territory is occupied by the Russians, the taxes still have to be paid. People still have to eat, and the rain just turns over the ground.

"Uncle, you have passed the army!"

I don't know who shouted. The farmer who was digging in the field seemed to have fled to the cornfield and looked out in the cornfield.

"What kind of team is this!"

As soon as the troops passed by, the people in the village rushed out and saw that the team was dressed like a foreigner's, but it was also a Chinese. They didn't wear braids at all, and seemed to be shaved heads. A red flag can be seen in the team, with a few words written on the edge of the flag.

"Anti-Russian Volunteer Army?"

Literacy people are talking about this name, and they are all confused. Do they resist Russia? Is it difficult to occupy this old man in Kanto?

Wujiatun, this is the edge of the Russian Line of Control. It is also the edge that the Russian army is stationed here in an infantry company. In the sunset, in a simple barracks next to Wujiatun. The officers with spikes on their shoulders sat leisurely on the lounge chair. These gentlemen's idle right hands were either holding pipes or wine, as if they were on vacation. There is no reason for them not to enjoy the bright sunshine. Three years ago, in just a few months, they beat the whole Manchuria.

In the middle of the barracks, the company commander Suslov and a Soviet captain rode side by side on the horse, jotling with a horizontal bar between the two horses, wrapped in muddy horse hooves on the bluestone board. Occasionally, he would proudly waved the Chasek saber when the horse jumped over the horizontal bar and split hard. Cut it down.

A soldier made his newly changed breeches and polished leather trousers uncomfortable, so he pounded between his legs for a while, then chased a few steps, turned over and jumped on the moving horizontal bar. He suddenly fell down from the horizontal bar with a scream.

"The enemy! Look at it!"

Suslov suddenly closed the reins, and the sticky horse's saliva almost splashed on his face. In the waist-deep wheat field in front of the barracks, more than a dozen colorful figures appeared, spreading from far to near. He pulled the horse and left, and the crushed soil of the horses' hoofs splashed everywhere. Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

With Suslov's shout, the barracks on the side of the small village suddenly moved. In the cabins with fish scales, the waxed or unwaxing tenon were connected to the wide wooden floor. With the sound of miscellaneous footsteps, the Russian army in white military uniform rushed out of the barracks, carrying a rifle in their hands and ran towards the wooden wall, and the wooden protection made of logs. The wall is not high, just enough to make people stand on the mud platform at the root of the wall to "hunt". Hunting is the word they "invent" after capturing Manchuria. Whether it is attack or defense, facing the Qing [***] team or mob is as easy as hunting.

"What's going on!"

Lakosi, who rushed out of the palace room, carried a pistol with one hand and shouted at Suslov, who had just jumped off the horse.

"The enemy is coming up. It seems to be..."

Before he finished speaking, several cannonballs cut through the sky and broke through the air.

"Fuck down..."

As soon as the voice in the barracks sounded, the shells fell inside and outside the barracks. For a moment, there was smoke everywhere, and the blown corpses fell on the barracks. In the explosion, the thin wall was hit by a flat gun and instantly tore two gaps several meters wide.

Suslov, who was full of gunpowder smoke, finally stood up. With gunpowder smoke, he saw the attacking Orientals outside the barracks. Under the command of whistles, he straightened up a row of bayonets like drainage waves, crossed the wheat field in front of the camp, and jumped for a short distance. After the wall, the soldiers had begun to pull the trigger, and the scorching bullets did not seem to affect their charge. The enemy in green military uniforms did not even shout when charging, but the cat was waisted forward. Seeing that they were about to rush into the barracks, Lacosi waved the Nagan wheel pistol in his hand and shouted.

"Rokosov, take someone to plug the gap immediately"

It was only a few seconds before and after. When more than a dozen Russian soldiers rushed towards the gap with rifles under the order of the squad leader, Suslov heard a dense sound of gunfire, which was only the sound of a machine gun. When he was studying at the military academy in Petersburg, he had watched the shooting of the machine gun.

The enemy rushing to the front seemed to be carrying a machine gun. He was surprised at how to carry the machine gun. He saw that more than a dozen low-tar enemies had rushed into the barracks. As soon as the soldiers around the wall saw the enemy rushing in, they rushed at them with bayonets, a series of Chinese firecrackers. The sound of gunfire sounded. Those triangular enemies half squatted in their hands and held a short gun, constantly shooting at the soldiers who rushed at them. Waves of people were swayed by the hot metal wind, and people kept falling down.

The people moved into the inside of the barracks while shooting, and more enemies with bayonets rushed in at the gap. It was not until Suslov heard their shouts. It was not that they did not shout, but that the shock of the shell explosion affected his hearing.

"Kill!"

After the troops with bayonets rushed into the barracks, they were like wolves rushing into the sheep. The two or three of them formed a small team, shouting for the cover of the light machine guns and submachine guns in the air platoon, and rushed towards the Russians. Although they were equally afraid, the past training told them that only killing people could survive on the battlefield. Go.

The light machine gun beside the wall roared gloomfully, and the scorching bullets penetrated the bodies of the Russian troops, and then the wooden wall of the barracks was sonorous. Occasionally, in the puddles on the camp, a string of shiny columns of water splashed from time to time. The volunteer soldiers, who shouted at the attack with a bayonet, like children playing in the water, ran between the splashes, and ran faster and faster. As soon as someone in front of them blocked them, they often shouted with a ferocious face and stabbed the light bayonet into the human body. The powerful automatic weapons were all demonic stabbing. The Russian soldiers were stunned.

They can never expect that such a group of soldiers who climb out of hell on the island of hell will only use the battlefield to anger they suppress in their hearts. The cruel training makes them have good combat effectiveness, especially good at fighting without saying a word.

After this group of people rushed into the barracks, Suslov felt an unprecedented pressure. He looked at the counterattack troops falling to the ground one by one under the shooting of small machine guns, and those muffled enemies, like evil spirits crawling out of hell, harvesting with bayonets. Human life, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for him to imagine that those enemies who were only as tall as guns could have the upper hand in stabbing. Stinging has always been the strength of the Russian army. Since the Napoleonic era, the Russian army has never been defeated by the enemy on the bayonet.

When a green shadow rushed in front of him, as soon as Suslov's right hand pistol was raised, he felt his legs soft. The bayonet pierced his chest and knelt down softly. His scattered eyes only saw one leg stepping on his chest, and the ferocious enemy pulled out the bayonet towards the others. Pounce over.

Finally, I don't know who took the lead. These Russian soldiers who suffered a sudden attack or threw down or raised their weapons in their hands surrendered, but they could not raise their hands in exchange for pity. The soldiers who killed the red eyes still stabbed the blue bayonet into their chest or necks without scruples.

The gunfire stopped, and the short and one-sided battle was over. The whole battle process seemed to be fierce, but in fact, in addition to the occasional roar, the attacking volunteers attacked more often without saying a word. The water in the puck of the field was stained red with blood, and a white body fell on the ground. .

When the last few red-eyed soldiers who raised their hands ended their lives with bayonets, the group of soldiers standing in the bloody barracks with blood stains on their faces and bodies came to their senses. They stared at the army in front of them as if they had suffered a massacre. Camp, I can't believe that they did this...! Even before I had a good time, I actually won!

The laughter suddenly sounded. The soldiers who had just arrived there and couldn't wait to kill everyone. They would laugh openly and cheered for their victory with gunfire and laughter. This was their first battle and their first victory.

He rode on a horse and walked into the barracks. He looked at the soldiers in the seized weapons. They had blood on their bodies with relaxed expressions, but the blood on most of them was the enemy's, and the seized boxes of ammunition and rifles were piled on the carriage.

"Report, sir, my company has completed the task. There are 136 Russian troops in the relocation camp. Twenty-six people in my company were injured, mostly minor injuries, and two people were killed in the battle!"

Lin Yanxin was proud when he reported. When he came up with this number, he asked three times, and only two people died! Although this was a sneak attack, although when they approached 100 meters, the Russians found that they were almost the moment when the artillery bombarded the wall with mountain guns, the assault platoon rushed in, but the reality that only two people died was still difficult to believe that it was true.

Looking at the fifth brother who didn't smoke on his face, Lin Yanren just nodded.

"Well done! Didn't anyone surrender?"

He frowned when he spoke. The result was good, but the reality without prisoners made it difficult for him to accept.

"If you get started, the brothers will stop it!"

Lin Yanxin, who had a smile on his face, answered the eldest brother's question with a smile.

"Originally, I wanted to keep a few prisoners, so that we could beat out our reputation, but while fighting, the brothers were inadvertent... Sir, don't blame me! Next time... Next time, I promise to keep a few prisoners!"

Forget it! Shaking his head helplessly, Lin Yanren knew that morale at this time was irreachable.

"Let the brothers gather and rest here tonight! Send someone to invite the villagers in the village again!"

Laksey, hiding in the crack between the floor of the barracks and the ground, looked at the enemy gathered on the field. Although he couldn't understand what the officer on the horse was saying, Lakosi heard that the man was speaking Chinese.

Is this the Qing [***] team?

Impossible! It's impossible! The Qing [***] team has always collapsed with one touch. Three years ago, he took a Qing [***] team that could defeat at least one regiment. It was as easy to fight those Qing troops as hunting ducks. During the battle to occupy the whole Manchuria, no one in his company was even injured.

Qing army, they will never be Qing army!

It's not the Qing army, but who are they? Lakoshi, who was hiding between the cracks under the house, didn't know how he survived the night. He could clearly hear the footsteps from the room above his head, and the laughter from the field. He even saw some Chinese people in the bonfire and saw them laughing there.

This is a clear [***] team! Thinking of the Qing [***] team coming over, he raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, but he didn't lift it halfway. He collapsed in despair and found that he was now in an extremely dangerous situation - he was in the enemy's territory!

(to be continued)