Super Emperor of the Late Qing Dynasty

Chapter 1302: I'm Sorry

You can search for the latest chapters in Baidu for "Super Emperors Search Novels of the Late Qing Dynasty (www.soxscc.com)""Marshal, do you want us to send artillery troops to fight against it?" A staff adviser suggested that although Maoqiu’s air force has been reduced by the second, they still have a lot of artillery. After the season arrives in Mocheng, they have tens of thousands. The number of cannons, including the famous Dalin’s Hammer, is as many as five hundred, which can be said to be quite large.

"Forget it! Wait a minute, our artillery unit can't be the opponent of the Easterners. Throwing in at this time will soon be wiped out. It's too wasteful and bad."

Budjoni shook his head, and countless bloody lessons told them that it was not a wise move to engage in street fighting with the Easterners. Once they ran away from their artillery positions, the future would not be better.

Now he has the right to use more than four thousand cannons. Budjoni will only use these things when it is important. It is impossible to let those who are not above the artillery battle. It is expected that it is better to wait until the Easterners launch it. Used when attacking, even if it is destroyed at that time, it can at least cause damage to the coalition forces.

All the staff members were silent. Budjoni’s plan was to let the soldiers on the front line fend for themselves, regardless of their life or death, but let them continue to block the footsteps of the Eastern Allied Forces. It was extremely cruel, but these people did not dare They are against it, and they are useless. The fact is that they are powerless.

"Let the soldiers on the front line hold on. Victory must belong to our Bolsheviks. The East has reached the point where it is about to be unable to hold on. No country can afford the consumption of such a large force outside! It is now competing with those imperialists for willpower. At that time, our great Red Army will never lose to others on this one!" Budjoni could only encourage them when he saw the reaction of everyone.

"Yes, Marshal!" The generals of the staff can only answer like this. The Easterners insist on that. Can't they persist for a few months?

But even though they knew that it was impossible, they could only do it according to Budjoni’s instructions. After all, they charged and fell into the battle, and it was not their generals who were in danger...

At this time, the large number of furball infantry on the front line was miserable, they could only honestly nest in the anti-cannon hole to seek comfort, but the sound of one after another explosion made these hairy people frightened. .

Cannonballs are constantly falling around the gun ark, causing the sand on their heads to fall like rain, but these people are raising their heads and half covering their eyes with their hands to build a temporary canopy to block the mud. Sha, his eyes are firmly against the top of his head, for fear that these anti-cannon holes will collapse at any time.

"The artillery fire of the Orientals is really too violent. Can our anti-cannon holes really survive?"

"I'm really afraid that he will fall, I don't want to die here...I hope to face off against the Orientals in an upright manner!" 52 Literature www.52wpexs.com

Some people began to whisper. These people are either fifteen or sixteen-year-olds or middle-aged and elderly people in their forties and fifties. The war has almost completely lost the young generation of Maoqiu people, and ordinary soldiers can only let them Come to top up.

But obviously the second half of the sentence was added for fear of sanctions.

"Nothing will happen. Our bomb shelter is very safe. Oriental artillery can't easily destroy this place, and our luck can't be that bad!" Its chief did not pursue the nonsense. On the contrary, they began to comfort them. The prolonged war has allowed these people to see clearly the nature of the Bolsheviks. Except for the particularly loyal political workers, everyone else is trying to live well.

At this time, the important thing is to stabilize people’s minds and other things are beyond his control. In fact, he knows very well in his heart that this anti-cannon hole simply cannot withstand a few attacks. On top of their heads, it's going to be finished.

It was just that he had just finished speaking, and a huge explosion sounded above their heads. Everyone only felt that their ears buzzed, and large chunks of mud fell from above.

"Run! The blasthole is about to collapse!" The officer shouted loudly as he saw the cracks spreading over his head, and he ran out as fast as he could.

"Boom!" His back foot just stepped out of the cave entrance, the entire anti-cannon hole collapsed, and everyone else was buried alive. Even he didn't feel that well. A few large and small rocks hit. He, let the flesh and blood on his back and arms, and he is surrounded by gunfire...

In the face of fierce shelling, this was just one of the many collapsed anti-cannon holes. The lives of soldiers inside were threatened all the time. The resource-poor Soviet army left most of the good things inside the city and those outside. Soldiers are destined to be cannon fodder.

They wanted to escape this disaster, and they had no choice but to act as their own anti-cannon hole and persist until the end of the eastern artillery fire, without being hit by the large-caliber artillery.

Compared with the horror of these old Maozi, the artillery positions in the east are full of enthusiasm. In the case where most of the army is just preparing, these artillery are the busiest.

In April, Mocheng was only ten degrees Celsius, but it was still exuding a thick spring cold, but the coats of these artillerymen were gone, and the bronze skin was still steaming with fine beads of sweat...