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    The black and red fireball climbed rapidly upwards from 11 kilometers away, and gradually turned into a mushroom-shaped cloud hundreds of meters high that could not be blown away by strong winds.  Whether it was the White Guard soldiers guarding the railway line or the poor Red Army soldiers trying to intercept and destroy, they were all stunned by this strange and terrifying sight!  Even before the second heavy artillery shell fell, the entire battlefield was silent.

    The low-speed high-explosive grenade, which weighs 1 ton and has more charge than ordinary artillery shells, shows extremely terrifying lethality. The 65-kilogram standard TNT expands instantly, forming a terrible shock wave that drives thousands of fragments and ceramic triangular nails to rush in all directions.  Go, it seems like a layer has been scraped off the entire surface!  The horses whined, the soldiers cried, and gravel and mud covered the surroundings like raindrops!  Even Petrenko and other officers who were hundreds of meters away were shaken and staggered with blood on their faces. A torn war horse's head with a long neck bone rolled bloody to everyone's feet.

    When Petrenko and Blokhin got up from the ground covered in blood, they were faced with a hell!  Only thick smoke was seen hundreds of meters away, and no human figure could be seen within 50 meters of the central radius of the explosion point. The cavalry within 100 meters were all bloody and bloody, and the flames continued to spread among them. Even soldiers outside the maximum damage radius of the fragments were killed.  The air wave caused people to flip over, and traces of blood oozed from their ears and noses!

    For those officers and soldiers of the Poor Party who had no defensive measures, had never experienced artillery battles on the Western Front, and even rarely saw cannons with a caliber over 150mm, the 420mm Big Bell Tower was once known as the most brutal killing machine on the Western Front.  It's so terrible and terrible.

    On the contrary, the instigator of all this was cheering and shaking with excitement, completely unaware of how wasteful and shameful it was to use super-heavy grenades worth 3,000 yuan each to deal with a group of guerrillas who did not even have many hand grenades.  The second shell was loaded into the barrel in this abnormal mood. Ten minutes later, the earthquake-like dull sound sounded again. The heavy grenade was thrown up to an altitude of 120 meters, and then roared at a speed far lower than that of normal shells.  50 seconds later, it hit the area 500 meters to the left of the first mushroom cloud again.

    Before the third shell was ready, four 1919-style 210mm guns arrived at the same time one kilometer away

    The L30 heavy train howitzer also opened fire!  Unlike the Grand Bell Tower.  They are long-range suppression howitzers in the modern sense. The huge triangular support gun mount is fixed in the carriage. The protective armor partition of the carriage at the rear of the cannon has been opened, and the station hoe is deeply embedded in the ground.  The artillerymen used the train's own crane to stuff 110-kilogram grenades into the gun barrel.  Because of issues such as recoil and rail bearing capacity.  The four cannons cannot fire at the same time, and when used, they must be separated from the carriages and separated by a certain distance like the Great Bell Tower.  In order to ensure the continuity of firepower, the four cannons will continue to fire at intervals of 20 seconds. From a distance, in the darkness, the muzzles of the cannons are like releasing fireworks, flickering on and off.

    Although the power and lethality are far less than the terrifying 420mm heavy artillery, the speed and continuous bombardment capabilities make the poor Red Army on the opposite side, which lacks heavy weapons, increasingly frightened.  Many soldiers couldn't help but lie on the ground and never dared to take a step forward.  Boom, boom, boom, fireballs rose into the sky one after another. The White Guards, who were supported by heavy artillery and whose morale was shaken, also pulled out various types of artillery such as 57 and 75mm, and set up their stance to attack fiercely.

    This is probably the most asymmetrical and wasteful army artillery operation since the European War. Dozens of 210mm and 42mm heavy artillery shells were dropped on the heads of guerrillas who were even worse equipped than the National Guard. They relied solely on blood and belief.  The supporting enemy was completely knocked back by the roaring and raging artillery shells. When the fifth 420mm artillery shell landed in a woods where hundreds of soldiers were hiding and exploded violently, all the soldiers ran backwards and fled, even the officers.  Even raising rifles could not stop them from fleeing.

    This is the power of heavy artillery!

    Soldiers are not defeated by explosions and mushroom clouds at all.  He was completely frightened by the power of the explosion and no longer had the courage to fight!  Because the artillery of the National Defense Forces, which has experienced the complex and huge artillery battles on the Western Front, is no longer what it used to be.  In order to achieve the coverage and destruction standard of pressing the enemy to the ground and unable to move, at least 12 210mm heavy artillery and hundreds of other caliber artillery must be used to achieve this.  You can't blame anyone, because you can't imagine what it is like to have a mushroom cloud rising around you every dozens of seconds!  It is even more unimaginable to imagine what the scene would be like when a large crater with a diameter of more than ten meters and a depth of several meters appeared in the center of the explosion point, and all the people and horses inside were blown away.

    Escape, escape, escape!  The remaining guerrilla soldiers only have this idea, escape as far away as possible!

    It¡¯s a pity they don¡¯t have radios.  Even the telegraph wires along the railway line were cut by themselves, so they had no way of knowing that two armored trains had passed through the station in the darkness in the distance, rushing towards Chelyabinsk at a speed of 40 kilometers per hour.  Behind them were dozens of troop transport convoys filled with soldiers from the 49th Brigade of the National Defense Forces and the White Guards in closed carriages with the lights turned off.  After the troop transport convoy passed by, another White Guard cavalry force of more than 3,000 people chased it.They were galloping.

    If you can overlook the railway line heading east from here, you will find that more than a hundred trains with all their lights extinguished are rolling westward in series.

    Chelyabinsk.  The battle is still going on.

    With the help of the Chelyabinsk rebels, the Red Army, which had been attacking overnight, finally crossed the bridge and began to attack the city.

    In the dark basement, Olenlov looked nervous.  He was once a mechanical and electrical engineer at the Tula Arsenal. He not only participated in the internal electrical design of the Gangut-class battleships, but also designed and manufactured large generator sets for hydropower plants for the Tsar.  Although the war destroyed everything, he and his partners had to give up their most beloved mechanical and electrical research to help the country manufacture much-needed rifles, cannons and armored vehicles.

    When the February Revolution broke out, he always felt that the great Russia would usher in a new life, but he did not expect that the situation would take a turn for the worse.  Revolution, revolution again.  The Brest-Litovsk Treaty, which made Russia heartbroken, was signed. One-third of the population and most of the industry and resources were ceded!  Scholars were found out and killed because they denounced this kind of behavior, businessmen and factory owners were beaten down, and bourgeois were pulled out of their homes and shot by rioting workers. Their children were sent to unknown places, and women were raped.  They were humiliated, and all their property was confiscated and then plundered and sold.  Even the countryside did not escape this disaster. Rich peasants were shot because they were unwilling to provide free food, and poor peasants were ordered to take up arms and fight.

    Facing this circumstances.  He and many disappointed colleagues took to the streets to protest, but were ruthlessly suppressed. Although he finally escaped, he had completely given up, so he took his wife and millions of people like him across the Ural Mountains to  Yekaterinburg and Chelyabinsk.  He hoped that General Kolchak could lead everyone to save the country, but the increasingly fierce gunfire outside told him that hope was quickly dashed.

    "Odin"'s wife trembled and hugged Olenlov's arm, her charming light blue eyes filled with nervousness: "Will they kill us? I heard that they tied many people to crosses and burned them alive, or burned them alive."  Is the burial true?" Olenlov could not answer his wife.  There are many rumors, and although some are ridiculous, killing and blood are indisputable facts. He smiled slightly.  He took out a revolver from his arms and said, "I will protect you, my dear."

    The wife became even more worried and held her arms tighter and tighter.

    Boom!

    A shell fell not far away, and dust and debris filled the basement. Orenlov and the hundreds of ordinary people hiding here were too frightened to come out.  Having received military training, he knew exactly what it meant when a cannonball landed in the middle of the city!  It means that the city's outer defense line has been lost, and the battle has entered the most brutal street fighting!

    What happens next?  Was she massacred, or was she sent to the cold and dark northern mines? What terrible fate will befall her beautiful wife?

    Nobody knows.

    Olenlov took a few deep breaths.  Standing up with trembling feet, he climbed up to the transom and looked out.  The sky outside has gradually brightened, but the clear perspective brings terrifying scenes one after another!  I saw a few enemy cavalry chasing General Kolchak's soldiers all the way. When the soldiers finally couldn't run anymore, they put down their weapons and raised their hands.  What awaited them was the terrifying and sharp saber.  The head was chopped off, and blood gushed out like a spring!  Olenlov trembled uncontrollably, and when he turned his eyes to the other side of the street, he saw an even more terrifying sight.  Several colleagues who escaped with him were captured. They raised their hands and shouted something, perhaps trying to tell the enemy soldiers their identities, but a dense number of bullets penetrated their bodies at close range!  Olenlov was frightened, but he did not dare to scream out for fear of scaring his wife. He only hoped that he could rely on this relatively hidden basement to escape danger.

    But just as he was about to close the transom, a thunderous explosion suddenly came from a distance.  This series of explosions that had never been heard before also made everyone in the basement scream.  Olenlov immediately shouted "Oh no!" Such a shout would definitely not be concealed from the enemy soldiers outside. He quickly pulled out his pistol to keep everyone quiet, and quietly opened the transom again to see if anyone was approaching.  But this time, his eyes were completely straight!

    Those enemy soldiers who were wreaking havoc just now suddenly retreated to the south like crazy, and their front legs just disappeared around the corner.  Hundreds of guardsmen rushed up from the other end.  what happened?  Curiosity made Olenlov unable to control himself and opened the cellar door and rushed upstairs along the stairs. When he opened the attic window on the roof, he discovered that fireballs were already covered on both sides of the Mias River, and tens of thousands were attacking here.  The enemy troops were surrounded by artillery shells, and mushroom clouds unique to heavy artillery shells spread all over the fields.

    "Fire!"

    ??The eight 210mm heavy howitzers that arrived overnight took over the battlefield at the most critical moment. Under the guidance of the high-suspended balloon, the shells fell one after another as if they had eyes.In the middle of the army.  The large force of the Poor Party that was crossing the river suffered a terrible blow. Only one artillery shell was enough to tear open hundreds of meters of cracks in the thin ice. The pontoon bridge was blown up, and the cold river water mercilessly swallowed up groups of Poor Party soldiers.  .  When the four heavy cannons that came from behind opened fire together with the dozens of cannons organized by the White Guards, Frunze couldn't help but tremble.

    Heavy artillery, heavy artillery!

    Russia has heavy artillery. It used to be one of the three major arsenals in Russia. The Ural-Izhevsk Factory is the largest artillery manufacturer in Russia. During the three years of the European War, thousands of various cannons were manufactured for the country, including many 203 or even  305mm heavy gun.  But the problem is that this factory and tens of thousands of machines and equipment imported from Europe, America and Switzerland have been moved away by the Chinese. Even the Ural arms warehouse has been moved away without even a bullet left!  Therefore, there is only one explanation for the emergence of such powerful heavy artillery: China took action!

    Frunzhi¡¯s face suddenly turned very dark.  There are only two roads, either to attack and take Chelyabinsk by force before the Chinese soldiers have a firm foothold, and use the city to continue to rely on the number of people to deal with it, or to retreat altogether.

    "Comrade Frunze, we cannot retreat!" Zinoviev said anxiously: "With such haste, the main force of the Chinese must not have arrived yet. They only sent some artillery. They should continue to attack and capture the city."

    "The artillery is not scary, the scary thing is not to lose confidence!" Kamenev also agreed to continue to fight: "We have no second choice. Comrade Frunze, you should know that Moscow is negotiating with Poland. If we fail here  , will boost the enemy's morale and make them more greedy!" How can the words of the two Politburo members be taken lightly, not to mention that Frunze also knew that there was no room for failure in this battle, so he gritted his teeth and ordered to continue the attack.

    The densely packed Red Army soldiers followed the dense formations of the European War, braving artillery fire and singing songs as they rushed towards the Mias River Bridge. Many soldiers even jumped into the biting river water to build pontoon bridges with their flesh and blood. This kind of battle  Chen Huan and Xu Shuzheng, who brought troops to support, were so impressed by their spirit that they could see their eyes burning with admiration. They finally understood why Yang Qiu would rather temporarily abandon the post-war national construction arrangements and spend countless dollars to fight this battle!

    A powerful Russia poses too great a threat to the East, so it must be weakened as much as possible while it is sick and prolong its recovery period.

    Let yourself teach them a profound lesson.

    Chen Huan looked back at Xu Shuzheng, who was eager to try, and waved his hand.

    36 French-made Renault FT17 tanks puffed out black smoke and drove slowly towards the river bank at intervals of 50 meters. When they crossed the obstacle and were exposed to everyone's sight, the German-made 7.92mm Maxim heavy machine gun suddenly started the massacre.  !  The Red Army, which still maintained the intensive charge formation of the First World War, was suddenly beaten to its knees. The soldiers on the pontoon had no place to hide and were swept into a sieve.  The assault arrow composed of 6 Renaults, under the cover of infantry, crossed the Chelyabinsk Bridge and rushed towards the south bank.

    The sudden appearance of tanks made Frunze's face become even more gloomy. Before he could figure out a way to deal with the combination of tanks and heavy artillery, a shocking news suddenly knocked him and the people around him unconscious.

    "Comrade Frunze! No thanks to the telegram from Orenburg, they were attacked by about 15,000 Chinese cavalry and 20,000 Dutov gangster infantry!"

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