Chapter 603 Stop joking, my dear adjutant!

Yushenko's stunned expression gradually turned into uneasiness, and then into surprise, because he felt the vibration of the ground. The dust that should have been silent in the windless weather was already trembling on the ground, as if a god was patting the earth in the distance, so that the aftershocks passed to their feet.

"Cry, a brigade of high-speed running cavalry..." You Xianke knelt on one knee, looked at the small gravel trembling, and muttered to himself. At this time, many soldiers came out of their humble barracks, and they were stunned or looked up into the distance.

And the roar of the cossacks on horseback finally reached their ears. Cavalry, oriental cavalry!"

"How many, two thousand or three thousand?!" The Russian lieutenant shouted loudly to the Cossacks who were running closer and closer. However, his shouts have been drowned out by the roar of thunder.

"My God..." You Xianshu stared at the overwhelming black current in the direction of the Uginsk fortress, like the unstoppable wave, surging in with the momentum of destroying everything.

Only at least tens of thousands of cavalry can have such a power of destruction and discoloration.

"Pick up the weapon and attack the enemy! Soldiers, pick up your weapons, enter the defensive position, and go up to the wall and the roof. The lieutenant of the Russian army roared with a pale face, but looking at the eastern iron cavalry surging like a huge storm, the station had already been in a mess.

The horn, the desolate and distant horn sounded from the huge waves of the sky. In an instant, it gave people a sense of the sudden arrival of the sun of the world, because the more than 10,000 oriental iron riders were almost at the same time, and the more than 10,000 sharp knives reflected the sunlight, and the overflowing cold light almost scared those. The lost Russian soldiers and Cossacks were blinded.

"Wan Sheng!" Tens of thousands of iron hooves were running wildly, and the horses's hooves flew, crushing the vigorous and tough weeds into powder, stirring the solid road gravel to fly. The snowy sword reflected the snow of the glacier, and even the luster in the blade was wrapped in the cold.

The roar of more than 10,000 people made the mountains and forests tremble, the sky tremble, and the Russian expeditionary forces trapped in the military station trembled.

The open barracks gate did not meet the hundreds of Cossack cavalry who had escaped. They did not even hesitate at all. They directly bypassed the station and ran to the rear.

Yushenko, who let the soldiers open the door to greet these Cossacks, stood angrily on the sentry tower and roared, scolding these heroic compatriots: "You treacherous scumbags, damn cowards, you should stay here and continue to fight."

Those middle and lower-level officers worked hard to inspire the morale of the soldiers, but when the iron riders and sword waves like wild waves rolled over, their courage was like the weep on the surface of the water, and they were killed in an instant...--------------------

"Tsk, look, look... You bastards are really capable. You don't even leave any scum. Why don't you think about it and keep one or two alive, so that you can ask about the situation?" Wu Peng had a compassionate face, but he was playing with the knife in his hand, which was cut out of the gap and stained with dry blood. He couldn't see any trace of mercy.

And in front of him, a regimental commander was shy. Yes, after holding back the wind and frost for two or three months, it was the first time. As a result, there were more wolves and less meat, and less than a thousand soldiers turned their crazy assault into a hell on earth, leaving almost no survival.

The barracks and city walls that were originally built on grass have once again become a pile of prehistoric archaeological sites. Those with broken limbs and arms are hanging everywhere. Of course, the tragic situation is not as exaggerated as Wu Peng described. Several guys with broken arms and legs survived, but at present, they are in a half-dead state and have not been done at all. Let's ask them.

"Master, you can rest assured that a team of cavalry has been chasing. I believe that it won't be long before there will be an echo. Besides, it doesn't matter much whether there is alive or not. The bunch of guys from the Reading Brigade of the Northeast Field Army have captured the Ukinsk Fortress and turned the food and supplies of the Russian Expeditionary Force into The booty, and the city of Erkou has been starving for rats for a long time, and we have completely cut off their retreat. This Russian expeditionary force has become a turtle in the urn. Ha ha, as long as we cooperate well with the Northeast Field Army and cut off their back road, unless they have wings, they can only resist stubbornly. Death, or disarm and surrender. The chief of staff over there stood up and laughed.

"Well, order the whole army to rest for two hours, set off immediately after two hours, and rush to the next station. We're going to clean up all those poor people." Wu Peng scratched his scalp and gave the next order.

"...Attention, attention, prepare...fire!" With an order, the position made of sandbags spewed out bursts of smoke and fire. The Cossack cavalry, who were charging ahead, were hit hard about 200 meters away from the position. Their horses fell to the ground like crazy, struggling and hissing on the ground, and those who fell to the ground. The unattacked Cossacks also let out shrill screams.

At this time, they noticed that the ground was full of sharp, cold four-point nails, and the spikes more than five centimeters long could easily pierce the horses' hoofs and the soldiers' armor, screaming and howling one after another, and the orders behind the position kept ringing, and rows of muskets were still It was so slow, just like holding a four-step dance fireworks show, leisurely harvesting the fresh life.

"Fight, damn it, why don't these despicable guys always hide behind and fight with our brave Russians." Major General Petrov was very angry and whipped the treetops beside him. It was the third day. It was the third day that the Orientals seemed to hide behind the position as a shrinking turtle.

On the first night, after paying the price of nearly a hundred people, the obstacles had been almost cleared, but when they launched the charge the next day, they found that the first bunker of these Orientals was completely disguise. It was simply a terrible thing, which made all the cavalry and soldiers live the most. The disgusting thing: barbed wire.

Several barbed wires frustrated the morning offensive again, because the wires full of barbs and tough surnames gave people an incomparable headache, and also caused heavy losses to the horses of the Cossack cavalry, making the day's offensive a battle between the farmer and the wolf.

Yes, very vividly, Russian infantry and Cossacks have to brave the enemy's gunfire and use their weapons to deal with those tough and difficult things. Finally, after paying the lives of more than hundreds of soldiers, they finally broke through this damn obstacle and opened several passages for dozens of riders to move forward.

However, no one expected that when the Cossacks and the soldiers cheered and poured into the passages and rushed to the enemy's positions, the damn Orientals had already spread a large number of simple and fake and inferior products in this layer of obstacles, making it difficult for the attacking soldiers to walk.

Whenever the heroic Russian soldiers and Cossack cavalry rush to the position of the Easterners with the corpses of their companions, the firepower of the other party seems to be short and strong. In short, every time they seem to be able to see the dawn of victory, but they are repulsed by those tough Easterners.

"Damn it, artillery, let the artillery continue to fire, continue, destroy their positions for me. I don't want to see those damn Orientals with ugly iron pots on their heads continue to appear on this river beach." The demoralated Peterov shouted loudly to the herdator beside him.

"General, the marshal wants you to go over." Rumantsev's adjutant rushed over and came to the major general who was commanding the battle and shouted loudly.

"Damn it! Well, you keep attacking and don't stop for a moment! Don't give those orientals a chance to breathe. After Peterrov's gloomy order, he rushed to the camp with the marshal's adjutant.

"Marshal, are you in a hurry to find me for anything?" Petrov opened the curtain with some dissatisfaction, but saw a embarrassed Cossack cavalry sitting aside and gasping for breath. His armor was already dirty, and he looked like a refugee.

"What's going on?" When Petrov saw Rumentsev's gloomy and haggard face, he couldn't help asking subconsciously.

"In our rear, at least 10,000 cavalry have appeared in our rear, which has continuously destroyed several of our stations, no more than two days away from us, or even shorter." Although Rumetzev's voice was not high, the news still surprised Petrov.

"It's impossible. How is it possible?! Damn, this is Siberia. Our enemies should be in front of us, not behind us. Can they fly over with wings on their backs? Petrov shouted in disbelief, and two consecutive days of poor attack made Petrov's temper more and more irritated.

"Who knows, with such a change, one thing is certain. It seems that our opponents are not just about competing with us for Eastern Siberia." Rummentsev stretched out his hand and scratched his itchy silver eyebrows: "Or, our enemy's ambition is to swallow our Russian expeditionary force."

"Is that what they think?" Petrov was shocked by Rumentsev's bold hypothesis and showed a contemptuous smile at the corners of his mouth: "Do they have this ability?"

"I don't know, but if we can't take this beach before tomorrow, we will be attacked by the Orientals. Such a situation will be very unfavorable for us, Major General Petrov, I hope you can understand this. " Rumentev stared at the proud major general seriously.

"Yes, Marshal, I understand. Today, no matter what, I will definitely lead the army and put our Russian flag on the beach." Petrov saluted Rummentsev and promised loudly.

"I'll transfer another group of Cossacks to you. I hope you will live up to the honor of our Russian emperor [***]." Rumentev also replied seriously.

"Marshal, will the Uginsk Fortress be in danger?" Just as Peterov hurriedly left the camp, someone next to him asked the marshal worriedly, "Do you think the cavalry can capture the Uginsk fortress?" Don't be kidding, my dear adjutant. Rumitesv is very humorous.

(to be continued)