Struggle in Russia

Money is indeed a good thing. It can make a beautiful woman who is disdainful of you call her daddy, and it can also make a man with muscles and fists who can run a horse at your disposal.

The prerequisite is that you must have enough money, especially enough money.

So did Sharakov pay enough? From his point of view, 20,000 rubles is really a lot. Not to mention him, even his family has never earned so much money for more than ten generations, and they have never seen it before!

Taking out 20,000 rubles in one go was like spending a lot of money to him. Inspired by so much money, the serf soldiers who had never seen the money before him should have been excited and excited, and would risk their lives to help him open an escape route. of passage.

At least that's what it seemed like. Each and every strong serf soldier screamed and rushed towards the Russian position. The first group had just fallen, and the next group followed after trampling on their corpses, like a surging tide.

Shalakov had a hard time imagining anything that could stem the tide until he saw Russian artillery firing heavily.

The rumble that resounded through the sky drowned out all other sounds on the battlefield. Even if you shouted at the top of your lungs to the person standing next to you, you wouldn't be able to hear a word clearly.

Countless red bullets pierced through the surging crowd like a red-hot iron stick sizzling through butter.

Just like wearing a candied haws, each shell can take away at least three to five lives.

In just fifteen minutes, the crowd that seemed so overwhelming just now became sparse and lifeless.

The serf soldiers who had charged forward just now were in such a panic as they fled for their lives. They trampled on the broken limbs and broken arms under their feet, trampled on their wounded and groaning companions, and fled back like frightened rabbits desperately.

There were two to three thousand people when they launched the charge, but less than five hundred came back. The losses were so heavy that even Shalakov was stunned.

He stared blankly at the Russian position opposite, with his mouth wide open and a hissing sound coming from his throat. It was the first time that he knew how powerful the artillery was. The terrifying rain of bullets made his feet weak just thinking about it.

Looking at other people's artillery, and then at the pitiful artillery pieces on his side, he felt deeply inferior and confused. If the artillery was so powerful, why didn't the Russian troops they dealt with earlier use this weapon? How about recruiting them?

In fact, this problem is very simple. The mobility of artillery is limited, and counterinsurgency often involves chasing the rebels across the mountains and plains. It is normal for the artillery to be unable to keep up.

But this time it was different. Dmitry could calmly deploy his troops, set up artillery positions and wait for him to die. Naturally, the result was completely different.

Shalakov was stunned, and it took him a while to come to his senses under the call of his confidant.

"Brother, Black Gouzi's artillery fire was too fierce, and the brothers suffered heavy casualties. What should we do next?"

Shalakov was also thinking about this problem. Such a fierce charge could not penetrate the Russian army's position. He felt that he might not be able to break through with the troops he had on hand. But is there a way to survive if we go back?

He turned around and looked at Chernihiv, who had been very disgusted with him before, and he was undecided.

If he goes back, first of all, the heavy casualties he paid tonight will be in vain. So many people died without any advantage at all. He can't swallow this breath, okay?

Secondly, so many people have died and our strength has been greatly damaged. When we return to Chernihiv, I am afraid that I will be dissed by long-legged Sergei and his gang. He who has been able to dominate those people since the creation of the rebellion really cannot accept this. kind of gap.

So what if I go back in the end? There was only so much food, and even if the Russian army didn't attack them, they wouldn't be able to survive for long, and they would still be dead in the end!

Shalakov gritted his teeth and ordered in a hissing voice: "Keep charging for me, we must fight out today!"

Shalakov was resolute, but his men and his soldiers were not so resolute. The firepower of the Russian artillery is right there. How many people will be killed if it continues to charge? Your Shalakov is safe and secure in the back, so he can stand and talk without pain, but those of them who are charging on the front line may lose their heads at any time, okay?

"Brother, why don't we change the direction and try again? Black Gouzi's cannon is so powerful that even the brothers can't withstand it!"

Shalakov asked angrily: "Change a place? Where to rush? Most of Chernihiv is under the threat of black dog's artillery fire. Where can we hide? Besides, we finally managed to grab it." After leaving this place, if we change the direction now, wouldn’t we have to start over again?”

Before his men could answer, he snorted coldly: "Keep charging, I don't believe that Black Gouzi's artillery fire can continue!"

This is true. Short-term bursts of fire are unsustainable. As long as he keeps charging, there will always be times when Dmitri's artillery can't keep up.

However, the most important premise here is that Shalakov's troops can maintain this offensive rhythm. Otherwise, they will rush and escape like just now. Such procrastination will really have no impact on Dmitry's artillery. .

In the next half hour, Shalakov suffered extremely. Every time he saw his troops charging forward, he thought he would succeed, but he was beaten back by a hail of bullets.

Then he tried his best to comfort and encourage the soldiers, and then charged again, but the result was no different from before, and they were driven back in minutes.

After trying this three times and losing more than a thousand people, Sarakov knew that he could not continue. Not only would the casualties be too heavy, but more importantly, morale was gone. Just now, his subordinates told him that they had begun to appear. Deserted.

But he still didn't give up, because if he didn't charge, he would have to retreat. If he just retreated into the city in disgrace, he wouldn't be laughed to death!

He really can't afford to lose this person!

Shalakov could only personally take action with a pistol and lead the battle team to force the soldiers to charge again. This time he invested nearly 5,000 people. He even issued a death order, and anyone who failed to escape before the battle would be killed without mercy!

Under his high pressure, the soldiers reluctantly began to move forward again. The script was almost the same as before. As Dmitry's artillery fired fiercely, large casualties began to occur, but under the threat of the supervisory team, The soldiers had to bite the bullet and continue moving forward.

After once again paying nearly a thousand casualties, Shalakov was pleasantly surprised to see that his soldiers finally approached the Russian position. It should be successful next!

Shalakov danced with excitement, but his joy only lasted less than a minute, because the Russian army responded very calmly. Facing the approach of the rebels, they opened fire calmly and calmly, harvesting lives with continuous and intensive volleys. .

Immediately afterwards, bugles sounded on both sides of Shalakov, and the Cossacks wielding sabers inserted into his side and rear like a whirlwind. In the blink of an eye, his troops collapsed again!