Part 5 Chapter 49: Covers Advance

Among the several commanding heights outside Lushun, after three consecutive days of artillery attacks, the 203 Highland was undoubtedly the most caring point. At the beginning, when the artillery was paused, the Russian soldiers rushed to the position to prepare for defense. As a result, the infantry of the Chinese army did not move at all. The Russian army who had been on the position was bombarded by artillery fire and suffered a lot of losses. Of course, they had to learn their lessons after suffering losses. After the Chinese army only had artillery bombardment and did not send troops, the artillery batteries on the high ground were too lazy to fight back, and there were only a few observation posts on the position.

Early in the morning on June 15, a Russian soldier was lying on the Russian observation post on the position. He was guarding the Russian army for the middle of the night and was yawning constantly. He was lucky today. The Chinese army did not start bombarding on time at 6 o'clock in the morning as usual. There was no threat of shells above his head. The soldier was thinking about where to get some wine and drink some to sleep well when he suddenly heard a rustling sound from the high ground. He stuck his head out and looked down. The soldier was stunned.

Thousands of Chinese soldiers under the high ground were climbing up quietly, as if everyone was carrying bags on their shoulders. "Enemy attack!" A sharp whistle sounded, and the high ground suddenly became lively. Russian soldiers quickly entered the position, and the forts also opened fire to suppress them.

The Chinese army's artillery roared again at this time, and desperately opened fire on the mountain to suppress the Russian firepower points. More than 300 heavy artillery pieces instantly knocked the mountain to a sea of ​​fire.

The Russian army struggled in the artillery fire and fired desperately, but a scene beyond the Russian army's expectations appeared. The Chinese soldiers dropped the sandbags on their shoulders and immediately retreated. The soldiers who rushed to the position in the fire of artillery fire suffered hundreds of casualties under the intensive artillery attack, which was in vain.

Zhang Guangming stood below, looking at the Russian army busy on the position, he couldn't help but feel a little proud. He was quite satisfied with the effect of the virtual and real tricks he played.

"Grands, have you never seen the Three Kingdoms?" Zhang Guangming said proudly to himself. Seeing that the Russian army on the high ground seemed to have calmed down a little, he smiled and turned around and said, "Continue."

The artillery fire continued, and thousands of soldiers bent over and carried sandbags in a scattered formation and touched them up. As soon as they entered the range of Russian machine guns, they threw the sandbags and ran back. The shells fired by the Russian turret could only catch up with some butts, and there was no substantial effect.

After going back and forth for a morning, the Russian army finally saw something. The sandbags dropped by Chinese soldiers gradually increased, and a long trench began to emerge.

Faced with such a situation, the Russian army had no choice but to attack, and they were only to bombard the cannons on the fort, and the effect was not obvious. After learning about this news, Contrachenko immediately came to the high ground to observe and found that the Chinese army had a very obvious characteristic. The formation was very scattered during the operation, which completely violated the current military theory. It seemed that he could not fight.

In the afternoon, the vigilant Russian army could not wait for the Chinese army to move again. The sky gradually darkened, and the scarred Highlands moaned in the sunset. Occasionally, a burst of shells made the position go wild and messy.

In the middle of the night! Zhang Guangming and Duan Zhigao, the acting commander of the Fifth Army, appeared in the command post together, and the two of them whispered in a low voice.

"Is this method possible?" Duan Zhigao looked puzzled and held the telescope and watched the movements on the high ground from the observation hole.

"Haha, I'm not sure, but I heard that this was a trick given by the president. It used civil engineering excavation to shorten the attack distance of infantry. The sandbags were built in trenches. This was the first step I remembered. Zhang Guangming was a little unconfident. According to his idea, normal attacks were more convenient. However, the president repeatedly said that he should not copy the painful losses suffered by the Russian army in Suihua under the city of Lushun, so Zhang Guangming could only take his time and push forward slowly at the speed of a turtle. Fortunately, the problem of sandbags was easy to solve. The people nearby heard that they were hitting the Russians with sandbags. Without saying a word, tens of thousands of people helped him, unloading trucks of straw bags from the train, packing the soil into the bags, and transporting them to the designated location.

Not to mention the moon in the sky, there is not even a star. At this night, I can’t see my fingers when I reach out. The searchlights on the high ground are swaying in the darkness. Russian soldiers stare at the eyes wide and pay attention to the changes below, and their eyes are exhausted.

"The mortar is coming up! The follow-up troops are also preparing! God is helping!" Duan Zhigao sighed, and in the dark night, he saw the soldiers touching up with the mortar on their backs.

With the cover of darkness, dozens of mortars slowly drilled behind the bunker that was pre-built with sandbags. After a while of busyness, the gunner was ready.

"Time is here! Begin!"

Dongdongdongdongdongdong! The unique whistling sound of the mortar sounded, and the targets were all aimed at the Russian army's searchlights.

No searchlight could escape the fate of being destroyed. The entire high ground was pitch black in just two minutes, and the Russian position suddenly became lively. The spare searchlight kept turning on, immediately attracting a bombardment of heavy artillery below the mountain.

203 The commander of the high ground, Porolev, observed under the cannon fire, and finally saw something. The Chinese soldiers under the high ground were waving small shovels and digging from a distance to the high ground.

"Fire the gun! Fire!" The various artillery batteries, which had suffered a lot these days, sounded again. Although the Russian artillery was already working very hard, it seemed that there was no big impact on the Chinese soldiers who bent down to continue working at the foot of the mountain. They would dig as much as they should. What's more, the Chinese cannons hidden behind the bunker were magically able to find targets. Not only did the searchlights after searchlights suffer, the suppression of the artillery artillery on these mortars was not effective. Not only did the high bunker cover the lethality of the shells, but the machine guns did not do anything to them. Not only that, the machine guns should also be careful. The arc ballistics of the mortars were thrown on the foreheads of the Russian machine gun positions from time to time, and the bombings were sobbing.

"Damn it!" Porolev had a headache, and seemed to be able to watch the Chinese army digging forward. Cannons and machine guns were useless at all. However, the enemy's mortars had no dead ends to shoot. I had heard that the Chinese army was equipped with a lot of mortars, and the German army also equipped a lot. Although the country was also paying attention to such artillery, it was not officially equipped with the Russian army. Now I can only watch others bombard him.

A whole week passed, and the Chinese army kept waving small shovels and digging the trenches fifty meters away from the Russian front-line position. But Zhang Guangming was so happy that this trick really worked. The soldiers carried sandbags and walked in the trenches. They went to the front and put the sandbags forward, and a long bunker was erected. The mortar was hidden behind the bunker and specialized in attacking the Russian machine gun positions. The effect was not ordinary.

Three hundred thousand sandbags were all transported from the south before the war. No wonder last winter I heard a soldier who came back from home saying that the General Secretary sent someone to buy straw bags desperately. The farmers in the south were all very happy. During the slack season in winter, every household was weaving straw bags.

Zhang Guangming's happiness and Porolev's frown were in sharp contrast. He lay in the command post and observed the movements at the foot of the mountain. Porolev's slutty tactics were really a bit like a mouse and a turtle, and he had no idea how to start.

When Captain Nikolayevich touched him, Porolev didn't notice it either.

"General, please follow me and see something!"

"What?" Porolev muttered a little dissatisfied with the head. Didn't you see me worrying?

"You'll know if you follow me and take a look."

Despite his unhappiness, Porolev followed him and came to a tall bunker, where a strange-looking cannon appeared in front of him.

It is obvious that this is an old-fashioned naval mortar with a caliber of 47mm, mounted on a cannon stand with wheels, and Porolev really doesn't understand what this thing can do.

"General, this is a cannon that I was inspired by the Chinese military mortar. I have assembled in the past few days and fired long-tail shells at a high uplift angle. It should have a similar effect as a mortar."

Porolev said with a glimpse of his eyes: "No matter what, try a few shots!"

Nikolaevich quickly arranged to install shells, adjusted the angle, and a shell flew out and landed in front of the bunker built by the Chinese army.

"It's still a little bit, adjust the angle." Porolev said as he fiddled with it, and another shell was out. When the third shell finally landed in the bunker, Porolev burst into tears. Since the war started, there has been more than 100 casualties every day, there has been no chance to fight back. At this moment, I finally found a solution.

Porolev yelled, "Go and put all the cannons you can find for me."

Seeing the progressive improvement of the frontier bunker, the smile on Zhang Guangming's face became more and more obvious. He turned to Duan Zhigao and smiled: "Tomorrow we will take action at the same time and launch a fierce attack on Jiguan Mountain, Erlong Mountain, and the 203 Highlands at the same time. I want the Russian army to lose sight of one thing!"

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The Bohai Bay is quiet, and the Flying Dragon Express cruiser was swimming outside Lushunkou, but he did not dare to approach the nearby waters too much. This place had already caused the Chinese and Russian navies to lay a large number of mines. If you are not lucky, you will hit it. That is a wish.

The sky was gloomy, and the dark clouds in the west were densely pressing against the city of Lushun Fortress. The wind was blowing on the sea, and two streamers behind the sailor's hat were flying, making a hula sound.

As usual, Shids stood on the fly bridge, holding the telescope and looking around from time to time. It was already 5:30 in the afternoon, and it seemed that it was going to rain heavily.
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