Struggle in Russia

Kornilov originally thought that after experiencing the siege of Sevastopol, he would never encounter a more difficult defensive battle.

But Elisabethgrad refreshed his understanding, and he suddenly discovered that the difficulties encountered in Sevastopol were really nothing here.

The city was surrounded by more than 100,000 rebels, while the defenders only had more than 20,000 people. The huge city only had simple trenches and fortifications as support points. He is like using a sieve full of holes to plug the breach, and he is busy putting out fires all day long.

He didn't sleep a wink for three whole days, and just now he fell asleep standing while holding the telescope.

If the adjutant hadn't woken him up by reporting an urgent military situation to him, he would probably have stayed asleep like this.

"Colonel Roderkin reports that there is an emergency in Nancheng. A group of rebels has broken into the city and is developing in depth along the road. Please support immediately!"

Kornilov rubbed his cheeks with ice and snow to wake himself up. Similar situations have occurred several times. Anyway, he was used to it, and he immediately replied calmly: "Tell him to resist, and I will send people to support him!"

But Kornilov himself knew where there were extra manpower to support him. If he remembered correctly, the last reserve force was used in the west of the city. At that time, more than a thousand rebels broke in and almost killed him. After breaking down the defense line, he could only send the last reserve team to block the gap.

Now except for him, the admiral, and the guards and staff of the headquarters, there is no extra person.

But Kornilov still didn't panic. He gave the order decisively: "Gather all the personnel in the headquarters, pick up the rifles and go to the south of the city with me!"

The commander-in-chief had already spoken. Even if the staff and adjutants had different opinions, they could only be implemented. So Kornilov took a total of 300 people directly under the headquarters and headed to the south of the city to prepare for the rebellion. Fight to the death.

This is a great pressure for the staff officers who have not been on the front line for a long time. Many noble and talented people with prominent backgrounds have begun to tremble.

But no one dared to say no. After all, the admiral personally pointed a gun at him. You said you were afraid?

We drove quickly and soon encountered the rebels. These unkempt, thin, skinny guys with fierce eyes were completely different from what the young staff officers had imagined.

After they entered the city, they did not immediately expand the breach, nor did they quickly develop in depth. Instead, they fell into chaos.

Like jackals, they smashed open the doors of surrounding houses, especially shops, and then swarmed in and looted.

They robbed everything, whether it was bread to eat or real money and silver. They robbed whatever they saw, stuffing bread into their mouths as hard as they could while grabbing gold, silver, coins, clothes and other things that looked valuable in their arms.

To be honest, they were more like a mob than an insurrectionary army. Soon they started fighting among themselves because of the uneven distribution of the spoils.

Using guns, knives and even teeth, they killed for a piece of bread and a necklace. The scene was so bloody and cruel that even Kornilov couldn't bear to look at it.

They almost represent the most primitive, violent and savage emotions of human beings, in which all people turn into beasts and devils.

The scene was chaotic, but it was great news for Kornilov. The rebels' disarray gave them a chance to breathe. He led the staff of the headquarters to kill and defeated the mob in a short time.

Looking at the mob on the ground that even spit out the bread from their mouths, Kornilov felt very heavy.

The crisis in Ukraine is simply a man-made disaster. If the country and serf owners could show some sympathy to these poor serfs, why would they become devils? After all, they just want to eat!

But now, they are forced to take desperate measures, and the outcome is a lose-lose situation. In the end, the penniless serf owner failed to keep his own money bag, and even risked the lives of his whole family.

And the famished serfs still didn't have enough to eat, and they could only starve to death for the time being.

How cruel and ironic this is!

Kornilov sighed, drove the rebels away, and returned the position to Rodelkin without saying a word.

It wasn't that he was dissatisfied with Rodelkin's performance. In fact, the leader's performance had exceeded his best expectations. His military quality is very good, and he can withstand the overwhelming onslaught of the rebels with a small number of troops, if not for the fact that the southern part of the city he is responsible for defending is reliable enough. Kornilov's workload continues to increase, and he can no longer endure it for a long time.

The fierce battle continued until sunset. When the last ray of the sun disappeared below the horizon, the battlefield finally calmed down.

The Russian army began to silently repair the fortifications, lick their wounds and treat the wounded. As for the rebels, they could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Finally, they no longer had to make a desperate charge forward against the crazy output of firepower from the Russian army.

After three days of fierce fighting, the rebels were almost numb. They were like walking zombies, mechanically executing orders from their superiors. If their superiors told them to charge, they would die if they were charged. If they were told to charge, they would send another wave of attacks.

Anyway, if you send it down one after another, you will die early and easily.

It's just that this night, serious disagreements occurred within the rebels. Some believed that the Elizabethgrad defenders were too powerful and that it was meaningless to continue such a pointless charge, and that the siege plan should be abandoned.

But the other part is firmly opposed, and the reasons are very good. There is no food in stock, and the troops have not fired for two days. If they cannot capture Elizavetagrad, where will they eat? You can't just rely on the northwest wind in the middle of winter.

Eating is a big problem. When people are hungry, everything else can be ignored and they will do anything to eat.

Now the rebels have an extremely serious food problem. Looking at this area, apart from big cities like Elisabethgrad, where can you find rations? Where do you want them to go to catch the autumn wind?

"Then we can't continue to die in vain. In three days, we have killed tens of thousands of brothers. If we continue like this, our brothers will be dead before we take Elizabeth Grad!"

This is also a very real problem, because the tenacity and powerful firepower of the Russian army in Elisabethgrad exceeded the expectations of the rebels. They have never encountered a black dog with such powerful firepower. They fired guns as if they were free. In the past, they could submerge the opponent with the help of human sea tactics, but now the opponent's continuous rain of bullets made their intensive charge as good as death.

"Then we can only continue!"

Soon a rebel leader put forward a new suggestion: "Tomorrow we will change our tactics and concentrate our forces to attack in one direction. I don't believe they can withstand it!"