Dominate the Country

It was quiet all around, no sound could be heard. No human figures could be seen in the wilderness, only the criss-crossing trenches and foxholes on the yellow land reminded people that this was a battlefield, and that they should try not to expose themselves to the ground unless necessary.

There were no trees or grass on this land. All the trees were cut down before the war and used as materials for fortifications on this position. Even the stumps were put to use, becoming small tables and primitive stools under the tunnel.

Yang Yuchun, deputy battalion commander of the 1st Battalion, 1st Regiment, 32nd Brigade, the main force of the 10th Division of the Northwest Military Region, was sitting on such a primitive stump stool at the moment, holding a notebook in one hand and a pencil in the other, using his knees as a table, and carefully making battlefield records.

This was the homework assigned by the military academy teacher.

As an in-service student in the crash course of the Ili Military Academy, if it were not for this war, he would still be sitting in the spacious and bright military academy classroom, listening to the tactical lessons taught by the instructor.

But the coming of the war forced him to end his short experience of studying in the school-level crash course. As a deputy battalion commander of the 1st Battalion of the 1st Regiment of the 32nd Brigade, he came to this position less than 50 miles north of Barnaul.

Yang Yuchun is 28 years old this year, with the courtesy name Shizhai, from Chongzhou, Sichuan. When he was 17 years old, his family fell into poverty, so he chose to join the army the following year, and initially served in the garrison regiment of Dajianlu. Two years later, he was admitted to the Chengdu Army Command College, and upon graduation, he was assigned to the Xinjiang Northwest Military Region. He started as a platoon leader and has gradually reached his current position.

Yang Yuchun is both civil and military, and has a good reputation in his unit. In the second half of last year, he was selected to join the crash course of the Ili Military Academy, and his military rank was changed from the initial sergeant to the right lieutenant.

As long as he successfully completes the crash course, Yang Yuchun will be a formal battalion officer, or enter the regiment, brigade, or division headquarters to serve as a staff officer.

After the outbreak of the Second Sino-Russian War, Yang Yuchun quickly returned to his original unit, the 32nd Infantry Brigade of the 10th Division, one of the three main divisions of the Northwest Military Region stationed in southern Xinjiang, but he could not serve as a battalion officer, but only as an additional battalion deputy. Yang Yuchun's troops are now located on the banks of the Barnaul River. The Wehrmacht has only one battalion here, and the Russian army on the opposite side is probably 5,000 people.

Unfortunately, these 5,000 people were beaten dizzy and lost their souls.

When Kamensky led the mighty Russian First Army on the Eastern Front into the ambush circle, Wabashi personally led a team of cavalry and approached the Russian infantry column at sunset on the pretext of meeting with Kamensky. The cavalry of about 2,000 people suddenly accelerated their charge and cut off the unprepared Russian army on the spot.

While Kamensky was stunned, a large number of Mongolian cavalry and Kazakh cavalry ambushed in the surrounding area rushed out together, and the ropes of the cannons on the preset artillery positions were also pulled. At the same time, a large group of Wehrmacht soldiers in scattered mode also emerged from the ground.

From a distance, trenches suddenly appeared on the flat plain.

The 20,000 Russian infantrymen were caught off guard, and the result was naturally that they were killed by the large cavalry. There are only 5,000 people left in the entire First Army. This number is not accurate, but a rough estimate by the Wehrmacht.

These Russian troops are still tightly surrounded by the Wehrmacht, which has an absolute advantage in manpower.

And these 5,000 people were finally gathered together after Kamensky came to his senses and decisively ordered the rockets accompanying the army to be fired everywhere, obstructing the cavalry's sweep. Now this Russian army has been surrounded for two days.

In two days, they have not launched a single active attack. In Yang Yuchun's eyes, this Russian army has been completely useless.

If it weren't for the fact that the old Russians were crazy and fired rockets outward at dusk that day, the cavalry would have trampled them over. Although Yang Yuchun was shocked by the Russian commander's reaction speed and amazing command of the army in a critical moment.

The Wehrmacht had no intention of taking the initiative to launch an offensive war. Just wait and see. Time is on the side of the Wehrmacht. Perhaps the Torghut cavalry has already captured Novokuznetsk and is heading towards Tomsk.

Now the Russians have dug trenches and removed the wheels of carriages as shelters. Forget about using rockets. They will hurt each other. Only artillery can be used.

The Wehrmacht did not fight, not because they could not fight, but because it was not worth fighting.

How much food can the Russians have left? Especially how much water do they have?

It's been two days. Let's see what they look like in two days?

Such a team is not worth fighting at all. When the time comes, they will be finished. Do you really think that firing artillery is free?

The battalion officer of Yang Yuchun's battalion remembered the slogan of the National Defense Army, "Sweat more before the battle, bleed less during the battle." When it was his turn to go forward, he immediately led his men to repair and reinforce field fortifications, trenches, communication trenches, anti-artillery bunkers, foxholes, etc. Everything was completed in strict accordance with combat regulations, meticulously and seriously.

Yang Yuchun agreed with the battalion officer's point of view. Although he also felt that the possibility of the Russian army launching a counterattack was very small, he had to be prepared for everything.

In the early morning, the superiors sent an order, and the balloon team observed that the Russian army on the opposite side had begun to gather. A new battle was about to start, and all front-line troops must be prepared to fight.

Yang Yuchun was shocked when he heard the news. There are really people who are not afraid of death. With the Russians in such a shabby state, do they dare to really counterattack?

The old man ate arsenic, which was purely seeking death.

After receiving the order, the battalion officer of Yang Yuchun's battalion immediately ordered his subordinates to prepare for battle. They stood ready on the battlefield, waiting for the Russian army to come over.

But he had been waiting all morning. Seeing that it was noon, but the Russian army still did not launch an attack, Yang Yuchun felt a little impatient. In order to calm down, to get rid of the 'homework' as soon as possible, and to divert attention, I picked up a notebook and pen.

However, he still couldn't concentrate. After writing a few lines, Yang Yuchun could no longer concentrate, so he put the notebook back into his military uniform pocket and inserted the pencil into the crack of the tree stump stool. He stood up and looked in the direction of the Russian army with his binoculars.

There was still no movement on the other side.

Had lunch until three o'clock in the afternoon. The cry of "Check weapons!" finally rang out from the Wehrmacht position.

Yang Yuchun was in the trench and shouted twice to the left and right at the top of his lungs.

The soldiers were silent, each checking the weapons in their hands. The fire team also needs to pay attention to rocket boxes and rockets.

All that could be heard on the battlefield was the heavy breathing of the soldiers and the clang of bayonets being rubbed.

Yang Yuchun quietly poked his head out, held up the telescope and looked at the opposite side, but he could see some vague shadows. The Russian army is indeed about to attack, but isn't it too bold? I really feel that the cannons in the artillery positions of the National Defense Force are fake.

However, Yang Yuchun's battalion was not on the front line of the Russian attack. Their battalion's position was at best a diagonal brush against the Russian army's formation. If the Russians always stick to this direction.

"Don't be nervous. Be calm and calm! Rockets have no eyesight. They will hit you when they come. God knows where they will fly. If they fall in the north, they will be in the north. If they fall in the south, they will be in the south. If they fall on the top of our heads, they will be in the north. Even if we are unlucky, don’t be afraid of the gun. If we hide in the trench, the gun can’t hit us!”

Yang Yuchun squeezed his palms with sweat, because he felt that if the Russians wanted to counterattack, they would definitely fire forward with rockets. Who knows if the rockets would fall on his head. I hope they will be blown to pieces by the artillery group before they enter the 500-meter range.

Although the trench was two meters deep and there was a one-foot-high earthen wall outside, it was difficult to guarantee that he would be able to survive the rocket attack.

But when Yang Yuchun calmed down and turned his head to look over there, the sky above the wilderness was empty, and the blurry figures that had appeared on the horizon had all disappeared, as if it was his illusion just now.

The battlefield was eerily quiet. Everyone held their breath and stared at the opposite side.

Then Yang Yuchun saw a team of soldiers, led by an officer carrying a military flag, rushing in the direction of the previous Russian army. Yang Yuchun's heart was pounding. There was an understanding in his heart, but he couldn't believe it was true. Because this was so inconsistent with his mental preparation for a long time.

Of course, Lao Maozi's surrender was both unexpected and reasonable.

In a place where Yang Yuchun could not see with his telescope, a white flag was flying in front of the Russian queue.

Kamensky looked desperate. He never thought that one day he would surrender and surrender to the enemy on the battlefield. This is Mikhail Fedorovich Kamensky.

In the year Rumyantsev was promoted to marshal - 1770 AD, he belonged to General Panin's Second Army. He was promoted to lieutenant general for his bravery in conquering Binjeli. After that, the whole of Russia Among the young generals, the only one who could compete with him was Suvorov. He and Suvorov once served as the two main commanders of Rumyantsev's group army.

But Kamensky is not sure how bad Suvorov's battle in the Caucasus is now, but he firmly believes that Suvorov, a former close friend with whom he has parted ways, will not surrender to the Ottomans. situation.

And if it hadn't been for the sudden rebellion of the Ubasi and Torgut cavalry, the First Army he led would not have been so miserable.

Kamensky did not want to surrender, even if he only had such a pitiful capital left in his hands, he wanted to give it a try. For Kamensky, who came from a noble family and admired Frederick II very much, surrendering was really more embarrassing than killing him.

But he had to surrender, believing that several of the officers behind him would kill him if he insisted on attacking/sending death.

Although Kamensky has some weird ideas, he is very popular in the army and can be regarded as highly respected. After the Fifth Russo-Turkish War, Kamensky became famous, but he never thought that one day he would be forced to make a choice by the sword and gun of the army he led.

Kamensky encouraged the remaining Russian troops countless times, asking them to remember that they are Russian soldiers. Heroes and fearlessness are the image of Russian soldiers.

Just like in the last war, Russian soldiers hold rifles, stand in neat queues, and shoot the enemy under slogans. These are Russian soldiers.

But it is a pity that the remaining Russian troops have already been frightened out of their courage.

In the face of the grim smile of death, the effect of Kamensky's words was extremely poor. No matter how loud he shouted, he even threatened to send him to a military court. More and more timid Russian soldiers became more and more cowardly. In the end, even Kamensky Key's own lieutenants were trying to dissuade him. The Russian army's confidence in victory has completely disappeared. They are facing a battle that is destined to fail. Everyone cannot predict their future destiny and cannot see any hope, but they all want to live.

There is still a glimmer of hope if you surrender, but you will definitely die if you resist stubbornly.

The combat effectiveness of the army is declining sharply, which is what Kamensky does not want to see. Looking at the Wehrmacht in front of him, he is like a wolf that smells blood. He would be suffocated if he does not pounce on it and take a bite. Unfortunately, he is leading a group of wolf cubs who have not been weaned, not a group of fearless Siberian wild wolves.

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The blue sky is dotted with a few light white clouds. Looking up at the sky, the white clouds seem to be a wisp of gauze worn by the blue sky, accidentally revealing a corner, so high and so thin.

Kamensky slumped on a hard bed made of wooden boards, staring blankly at the tent above his head. He was thinking about this defeat, the Torghut people who suddenly betrayed Russia, and himself.

Suddenly, there was a shouting of "foreign language" outside, and then another familiar voice came into Kamensky's ears.

"Cebekdorji?"

Kamensky will never forget the voices of the Torghut leaders around Wubashi. He is sure that this is the voice of Cebekdorji. Damn it, this devil who came out of hell, every pore of his body and his companions is full of sin and betrayal.

"You damn traitor--"

Kamensky roared, and he rushed out of the tent like an angry bull, staring at Cebekdorji with his eyes, wishing to burn him to ashes. It was this devil, it was him and his companions who led the First Army to the current miserable situation. Even if he turned into ashes, Kamensky would recognize him.

Cebekdorji's face was full of arrogance and contempt at this moment. His performance seemed a bit like a villain's success, but he came to the Russian army at this time without hesitation, just to show off the Russians.

Before the Chinese rose, the Torghut people were oppressed too miserably by St. Petersburg. Fighting non-stop and sending more troops, the whole tribe's able-bodied men were rapidly decreasing, leaving behind helpless orphans and widows.

Although Tsebekdorji was obedient and respectful every time he came to St. Petersburg, in his heart, he hated the Russians to the extreme.

"Betrayal? This is not betrayal. I am not a Russian, I have never been a Russian. Everyone in the Torghut tribe has the right to ask Russia for the blood debts of the past. This is just the beginning, how can it be called betrayal!"

"The Torghuts have always been free, we don't want to be tied with a rope around our necks by St. Petersburg and serve as running dogs for a woman."

So, they are not traitors.

How could Kamensky tolerate Tsebekdorji's sense of superiority? His face was flushed all the way to the roots of his hair, his nose wings were wide open due to his inner excitement, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and a deep wrinkle stretched from his tightly bitten lips to his chin that protruded forward aggressively. He took a big step and rushed towards Tsebokdorji like an angry bull again.

But Kamensky could not really rush towards Tsebokdorji. His adjutant and the guards held him tightly.

"Despicable villain, traitor, dirty traitor. Garbage is cleaner than your heart..."

Kamensky's voice gradually rose from low to high, and he roared. His face turned red, then blue, his neck swelled as if it was about to explode, his head was full of sweat, his lips were full of white foam, and his fists were waving fiercely. But he was fifty years old after all, and he had entered his twilight years...

In response to Kamensky's anger, Tsebokdorji smiled triumphantly and triumphantly.