Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

Chapter 256 The Russians Can't Stand It Anymore

"Damn you bastards, what are you looking at, hurry up..."

An officer who was staring at the sky was instantly horrified when he saw the black spot falling.

Seeing that his soldiers were still staring at the sky stupidly, he became furious and started shouting and cursing loudly.

Although he didn't know what it was, even if it was a stone, if it fell and hit him on the head, the brain would go into the chest cavity.

However, before he could finish his curse, the black spots fell next to them.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."

In an instant, the mountains collapsed, the earth cracked, dust flew, and black spots fell next to the soldiers, who were instantly vaporized.

They fell on both sides of the trenches, and the trenches impacted by the explosion were pushed directly to the middle.

The Russian soldiers hiding inside were like insects pinched by fingers, and their bodies were instantly crushed.

The internal organs burst out from the bottom of the mouth, and some eyeballs were instantly knocked off.

Explosions, smoke, screams, and terror rang out throughout the bombing area.

The Russian soldiers nearby who were not affected by the bombing stood there blankly, staring at the area covered by the explosion, at a loss as to what to do.

"Clap!"

The Tsar, who was observing this scene in the hidden command post, dropped the monocular telescope in his hand to the ground.

He looked at the airship that dropped its bombs and slowly flew away, and muttered blankly: "From today on, the mode of war has changed."

"This……"

On the Ming army's position, Xu Da stared blankly at the bombed area, not knowing what words to use for a moment.

Even though he thought he had fought battles all his life, he didn't know how to defend against this attack that came out of nowhere.

The powerless panic in his heart made his thoughts complicated.

At this moment he was extremely grateful that these weapons were from the Ming Dynasty.

At the same time, he was worried about how the Ming army would counterattack or defend if it encountered such an attack in the future.

"Notify them. That's all for today."

After watching the bombing effects, Zhu Zhanjun did not show any joy on his face. Instead, he frowned slightly and gave the order to end the battle today.

According to his observation, of the six airships participating in the bombing today, only three dropped bombs on the designated area, while the others dropped them around.

Although the Russians' front-line positions were broken, the impact on the rear was not significant.

This kind of large-scale battle involving a million troops, in which both sides have prepared defensive positions, cannot be ended in just one battle.

If you want to defeat the enemy, you must first put enough psychological pressure on them, let their morale be eroded bit by bit, and finally strike in one fell swoop to completely destroy the enemy.

After waiting for an hour, there was no movement from the Ming army. Instead, the faint smell of food wafted from afar, which made the Russians breathe a sigh of relief.

They understood in their hearts that today's hell mode experience was over.

The casualties were quickly reported to the Tsar.

Looking at the death toll, the Tsar felt a chill on his scalp.

He could still bear the casualties from the first round of shelling, which were less than 2000 people, most of whom were injured.

The second round of airship attacks was a devastating blow to the attacked areas.

In addition, they were worried that the Ming army would launch an attack with the help of artillery bombardment, so they sent their troops into position in advance, which completely assisted the enemy.

In the bombed areas, casualties among soldiers reached tens of thousands, including more than 6000 deaths.

Just at the beginning today, he lost tens of thousands of troops.

The Tsar couldn't help but think that if the other side did not take the initiative to launch an attack, he could just use this kind of bombing to kill them.

I'm afraid they won't be able to hold out for a few days before their front line collapses.

Thinking of this, the Tsar clenched his fist and hammered the table.

"We can't be passive like this any longer. Order Rosjevich to have his army launch a night attack tonight."

The Russians prepared more than a dozen plans for the fight against the Ming army.

There are special preparations for a series of plans including defense, offense, night raids, logistical strikes, etc.

Following the Tsar's order, a legion took advantage of the cover of night and slowly approached the Ming army's position.

"Whoosh..."

When they approached the Ming army's defensive barbed wire, the team stopped and prepared to launch an attack.

An old Russian soldier, breathing heavily, took out a pair of pliers and carefully cut the wire in front of him.

"Click, click!"

With a series of clicking sounds, the barbed wire was slowly cut.

When the last one was cut off, he quickly rolled to the side. The Russian soldiers on standby behind him, holding rifles with bayonets, rushed in quickly.

After entering the barbed wire, they found that there were many opened passages in it.

They judged that this was the channel through which the Ming army launched its attack, and they were instantly overjoyed and quickly rushed along the channel.

"Bah!"

Suddenly a bright light rose in the sky.

The Russian who was moving quickly in the passage looked up at the sky in confusion.

Before they could figure out what this was, a loud shout suddenly came from the front.

"Fire!"

"Bang bang bang..."

Instantly, fierce gunfire rang out in front.

"Damn, how did they find out?"

Hearing the fierce gunfire, Rosyevich, who was commanding the attacking troops, slammed the mound of earth in front of him heavily.

The enemy launched a counterattack so quickly, which meant that they had known their plan for a long time and had been waiting on the battlefield. Looking at the army that was suppressed by the enemy and couldn't even move, he gritted his teeth and shouted to the artillery following behind him: "Fire!"

The rumbling sound of artillery sounded, and one shell after another flew over the Russian troops and hit the direction where the Ming army's gunfire was heard.

With the addition of artillery, the fierce gunfire from the Ming army was instantly weakened.

However, in just a moment, with a whistling sound, one shell after another hit the Russian artillery position.

The Russian troops, who were unable to stop, also came under intensive artillery fire, suffering heavy casualties.

The sound of gunfire continued all night long, until the red sun rose in the east the next day, and the scattered Russians returned to their positions.

Looking at the army that had set out and only two or three cats and kittens coming back, the Tsar closed his eyes in pain.

After a night of hard fighting, he lost another legion, and even the legion commander was killed on the battlefield.

Taking a deep breath, suppressing his emotions and calming down, the Tsar said to himself: "It's okay, I still have 600,000 troops, and I still have plenty of opportunities."

After that, he shouted to the officers around him: "Order, the 14th, 16th, 28th, and 30th armies, launch an attack on the enemy's position."

"Order the artillery to hit their positions hard at all costs."

"Ula!"

The Tsar's order was conveyed, and the Russian soldiers in charge of the attack, holding rifles and shouting "Ura", launched a charge towards the Ming army's positions.

At the same time, the Russian artillerymen hidden everywhere desperately fired shells at the Ming army, vowing to regain the face they lost yesterday.

Zhu Zhanjun was not polite at all. The artillery fought back fiercely and occasionally summoned the airship troops on standby to bomb the opposite positions or the troops launching a charge.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

The battlefield area where Lake Baikal is located is covered with snow.

The snow fell three days ago and it was very heavy, reaching the knees in just one night.

The sudden heavy snow gave the Russians a sigh of relief.

Just five days after launching the attack, the Russians switched from offense to defense.

It’s not that they don’t want to attack, but they really can’t bear the huge casualties.

During the five-day attack, nearly 80,000 Russians died on the road.

They didn't know how many casualties the Ming army suffered, but according to their estimates, it was only a few thousand at most.

The huge casualties brought tremendous pressure to the army, and even desertions occurred.

The Tsar had no choice but to order his troops to rest and regroup, planning to continue the attack after they had caught their breath.

Just as they withdrew to their positions, the Ming army, which had been on the defensive, actually took the initiative to attack them.

They launched an all-out attack right from the start, with the three armies launching consecutive attacks from three directions. Among them, the most powerful, the First Army of the Xuanwu Corps, broke through two Russian positions in succession.

If the Tsar had not issued a death order and transferred two armies to plug the gap, the entire front would probably have been breached that day.

From that day on, the Ming army was like a bull that had taken medicine, attacking the Russian positions again and again.

After more than ten days of fighting, the Russians had retreated more than thirty miles from their initial position.

Just three days ago, the Ming army suddenly launched a night attack, catching the Russian troops off guard and throwing the entire position into chaos.

If it hadn't been for the sudden heavy snowfall in the second half of the night, severely obstructing visibility, I'm afraid the Russian troops would have collapsed that night.

But even so, the Russians couldn't bear it anymore.

Casualties on the front line are minor issues; the most serious problem is logistics.

With hundreds of millions of combat troops, the daily consumption is astronomical. The logistics transportation teams are almost formed into long queues, and food and supplies are delivered every day.

But since the two sides went to war, the Russians' rear line has been intermittent.

According to reports from logistics personnel, they often encountered cavalry units or sneak attacks by wolf packs.

The casualties in the transport convoy were even greater than those on the front lines.

The Tsar made several plans to lure this army over and destroy it.

As a result, I don’t know if the news leaked or what, not only did we fail to ambush the enemy, but we were ambushed by the enemy instead.

Those wolves were like spirits, very cunning and would steal when they found an opportunity.

Many logistics soldiers don’t even dare to act alone.

There were many soldiers who were using the toilet. As soon as the floodgates were opened to release the floodwater, their buttocks were eaten by wolves. They died in a miserable way.

Thinking of the bad news, the haggard and unshaven Tsar looked blankly at the white snow outside the command post.

"His Majesty."

Ignatiev came in and called out softly.

"How did he say?"

The Tsar asked in a hoarse voice.

Just this morning, he sent the other party over to talk to Zhu Zhanjun.

The war could not continue any longer. If his main army was wiped out here, his empire would be in danger.

Not to mention some domestic resistance organizations, the representatives of various countries resting nearby are a huge threat.

Many Western countries have conflicts with the Russians. Now that the Russians have been severely damaged, those Western jackals will naturally not miss this good opportunity.

After a long struggle, the Tsar finally decided to negotiate with Zhu Zhanjun again.

“They added another condition.”

Thinking of the outcome of the meeting, Ignatiev bitterly took out a piece of paper and placed it in front of the Tsar.

The Tsar lowered his head and looked at the conditions one by one, clenching his fists tightly.

Finally, he let out a bitter smile and said sadly, "He was right indeed. We finally became friends, but this friend is a creditor friend."

Throwing the paper in his hand into the stove beside him, the Tsar closed his eyes and said bitterly after a long while: "Go and tell him that I can give him East Siberia, Central Siberia, and the eastern part of the Siberian Plain. This is my biggest concession. Otherwise, I will fight him to the end even if I have to use up my last breath."

(End of this chapter)