Struggle in Russia

Even though Lucian doesn't look very smart at ordinary times, or even a little dumb, but at the critical moment, his determination and action are absolutely sufficient.

I saw him rushing out as soon as he gritted his teeth, stomped his feet and crawled on the ground, it was his hands and feet and he was crawling forward with great speed.

Are you saying this is a bit too reckless? Isn't this a minefield?

Lucian didn't forget this point. Don't look at him in a hurry and seem to be very frizzy, but he has carefully thought about where to climb.

He almost always runs on rocks or on solid-looking ground. You don't even know if it's because of the limited number of Russian mines and the low density of mines, or this kid's luck really allowed him to run to a safe place. .

After finding a relatively low-lying and sheltered position, he lay down without saying a word, then hugged his head and shrunk his neck without moving. Anyway, if you let the wind from east, west, northwest, even if the gods call him, he will not agree.

Speaking of Bertrand, he naturally wished that the Russian army would shoot Lucien to death. Of course, it would be better if Lucien stepped on a mine and was blown to pieces. It would be better if he broke his leg so that he couldn't move, and could only live in the same place and hurt to death.

But what stunned him was that Lucien had found a safe foothold in a wave of gods.

Do you want to be so exaggerated? Is it so unreasonable? Are your eyes, Russians, all decorations? So why can't you see the big stupid big guy?

It's just that no matter how much he spit it out, it's useless, Lucien will be fine for a while. But his business is in trouble!

First of all, this wave of attacks was unsuccessful again, seeing that there were not many people left in the company, and it was still a long way to go to break through the Russian positions. Don't even think about it, the head of the group, Gabriel, is definitely not satisfied. If it ends like this, he, the acting company commander, will definitely be at the end of the day.

However, what made Bertrand more anxious than the lack of a black hat was that his own life was in danger. As the Russian army intensified artillery bombardment and fiercely blocked the frontier area of ​​the barbed wire, his position was also exposed to the firepower of the Russian army.

This is no joke, the lethality of blasting bombs can be seen as long as the eyes are not blind. Listening to the screaming screams around, watching the subordinates being bombarded with stumps and broken arms, no matter who they are, they can't calm down!

Bertrand could only hold his head tightly and try his best to curl up into a ball, and then kept praying to various gods and Buddhas to bless him.

This round of shelling lasted for a full five minutes, and the front of the barbed wire was hit with dust and rocks. When the shelling stopped, there was almost no French army in sight.

Of course, it's not that all the French troops were killed, but the French troops who were not smart enough were killed, and those who were smart enough honestly found a place to hide and did not dare to show their faces.

It seems that it is not ideal enough. After all, fighting is not a game, you can push it horizontally and kill it all the way. It is enough to achieve the goal of fighting, for example, to kill the enemy who dares to attack the position, and it is enough to let other enemies honestly hide and dare not move.

If you really want to kill every enemy on the battlefield, the price you have to pay is too high. Not to mention anything else, the logistics alone can't afford it, how many bullets and shells are needed!

In fact, even the logistics of the bombardment of the Russian army just now cannot bear it. If the situation is not urgent, they may not be willing!

"How many shells do we have left?" Kornilov asked grimly.

"Not much, if the enemy maintains this intensity of the offensive, at most one or two more, the mortar shells will be exhausted..."

Kornilov's face suddenly became more serious. After a moment of thought, he continued to ask: "Have you informed Wallachia of the relevant situation?"

"His Excellency Archduke Andre promised to replenish our ammunition as soon as possible, but..."

Kornilov said anxiously: "But what?"

"But Your Excellency the Grand Duke also said that it takes time. Wallachia's production capacity is limited, and priority should be given to ensuring the consumption of Duke Mikhail's side, and transportation also takes time..."

Kornilov stopped talking, because he couldn't say anything. Li Xiao gave all objective reasons, and almost all of them could not be overcome through subjective initiative, so what?

And he also knew that it was not easy for Li Xiao, and it was not easy to promise to replenish him as soon as possible.

After a long time, Kornilov sighed and commanded: "Order the artillery to save ammunition, try to save as much as possible."

After speaking, he sighed again, because he knew what it meant, because the artillery had already saved enough, how else could he save? You can't just watch the enemy and ignore it, right?

"What's the situation on the army side?" Kornilov turned to ask about the retreat.

Nakhimov sighed and replied: "There are not enough ships. Although we have tried our best to recruit some ships and crews, it is still not enough. Moreover, the terminal in Ineada is too small and the throughput is limited. The most optimistic estimate will take five days. !"

Kornilov is silent, because he knows the so-called most optimistic

The estimate is the most impossible estimate~www.readwn.com~ Before they thought that the retreat would be relatively smooth, at most three or five days can be done, but it turned out that there were a lot of problems when the actual operation was carried out, and it was impossible to do so quick.

He estimated that it would be a great blessing to be able to withdraw in a week, and it would take ten days or even longer to say.

The question is how to hold on for so long? The available troops are limited, and the enemy has an overwhelming advantage. This kind of battle is simply not fought by humans.

Kornilov stared at Ineada's topographic map and defense map. His head was covered in sweat, leaving him with little room to play. The only thing that reassured him was that the troops in the rear were almost all from the navy, and they didn't exist. The trouble of command and communication, and most of these people are trained by him, and he knows the fighting power and fighting will.

"It can only be supported by will!"

After a long time, Kornilov finally found that he had no choice. The only thing he could do was to trust his soldiers and believe that they could create miracles.

The fierce battle continued, and Bertrand, who was embarrassedly hiding in the crater, finally ushered in support. Gabriel, the regiment commander, did not know whether it was his conscience or that he had a better chance, so he sent another company to reinforce him.

Of course, it was reinforcements, but in fact, the reinforcement company might have replaced his command position.

"Second Lieutenant Bertrand, lead your people to open the way in front, and expand the breakthrough of the barbed wire as soon as possible, I will support you in the back!"

Seeing the loyal-faced Captain Abel Bertrand scolding his mother in his heart, isn't that just letting him die? He used to do this kind of thing for others, but now it's his turn...