Chapter 600: Temporary Attack!

First of all, the enemy has firearms, but the number is definitely not very large, about 30% to 50%. In addition, their Eastern opponents began to fire randomly when the Cossack cavalry was still outside the range of fire, and did not arrange them in time to form mature Western-style attack methods to shoot.

If it weren't for fear that their artillery had already been in place and began to bombard, the proud Colonel Kumachi might have directed his Cossacks to launch a raid on the enemy's positions. However, this already shows a problem, that is, the enemy does not seem to be proficient in the use of firearms and tactics.

"Okay, Colonel Kumachi, you can go and rest. You did a good job. The news you brought me will understand our opponent better. I believe that it is only a matter of time to defeat such an opponent." In the end, Rumentsev nodded with satisfaction.

After seeing the Colonel Cossack left the camp with a look of praise, Major General Petrov stood up: "Dear Marshal, now we are less than fifty miles away from our enemies. Should we advance overnight and launch an attack while our enemies are not firmly established."

Petrov had a typical Russian face, tall figure, and powerful martial arts. It is said that the reason why he was promoted from lieutenant colonel to major general in just two years was because the respected female Tsar loved to summon this young and energetic officer at night.

When he thought that he had won such an honor in the past, but now... Rumentsev couldn't help but look at his big hand, which was also covered with wrinkles, sighed helplessly, and showed the reserve and nobility that an elder and superior should have to the young and energetic major general: "No, no, no, dear Petrov, it's not the time. You must know that our soldiers have been traveling for nearly five days in a row and are already very tired and troubled. If there is not enough rest, then when we arrive at the Pianovo Soldier Station, our soldiers will probably not even be able to open their eyelids. In that case, even if we can defeat those Easterners, it will cause us great casualties."

Rumentsev knew very well that the reason why Petrov was arranged as his deputy by the noble Majesty was because she knew very well that her new love needed victory and merits to be promoted. If there was any problem with Major General Petrov, the consequences would be unimaginable. Rumentsev knew very well how cruel and ruthless the noble female tsar's methods were.

"You know, we have been ordered by the respected Tsarist Majesty for the sake of the victory or defeat of Siberia, not just a battle. It is too far from the West and our capital, and the situation in Europe is really worrying, and the tartars who are migrating to the West have already troubled His Majesty very much."

"Your Majesty has been very worried about being able to send our expeditionary force. Believe me, at least within one or two years, we will not receive any reinforcements. We need to "persuade" the emerging Eastern Empire to let them understand the power of Russia and not to be insulted."

When Petrov heard that Rumentsev, a famous and well-deserved general, analyzed the current situation so hard to himself, he finally realized something. "Dear Marshal, I am very grateful for your guidance. Your vision and overall view really make me admire you. Compared with you, I am really just a soldier who only knows how to charge forward with a gun."

"Haha, dear Petrov, you don't have to be so humble, young and adventurous, this is what you need at your age. The quality of modesty makes me believe that in the near future, you will become the new pride of our Russian soldiers." Rumentsev patted Petrov's arm with relief. "Okay, go and rest. Tomorrow, a battle that proves the courage of our imperial soldiers will start in the east. I hope to see you standing with me and enjoy the grand scene of the soldiers' fearless charge towards the enemy."

"I am very happy, goodbye, respected Marshal. I believe that those Eastern people will become the foundation stones for the Marshal to move towards another great victory." Petrov bowed respectfully and withdrew from the barracks.

"Young and energetic, and with a sensible mouth, no wonder it became her new favorite." Looking at Petrov's back as he left, Rumentsev couldn't help but think jealously.

The Pianovo Soldier Station is located on the west bank of the Angara River. From here to reach the city of Ehrkou, you need to cross two tributaries of the Angar River. The Pianovo Soldier Station is set at the ferry of the first tributary. If the Russian army can seize the ferry, it will be easy to build a raft enough to cross the river in Siberia, even without a ship.

Now, Rumentsev was standing on the high ground about five miles from the Pianovo Army Station, holding a monocular telescope and carefully observing the battlefield filled with smoke. The Orientals set up positions against the river bank, completely protecting the only ferry suitable for crossing the entire tributary to cross the river. After they wanted to pass through this place, there was only one way, that is, to defeat this huge number of Chinese defenders.

However, these damn Chinese are too despicable. They set up a large number of obstacles on the Russians' way forward. These obstacles are either cut off wood, stones that are not known where to move, or simply dig shallow pits on the ground.

For infantry, these obstacles are just a delay in their advancement, but for cavalry who wins at speed, it is definitely a nightmare for cavalry assault.

And this Russian expeditionary force happened to have 20,000 Cossacks as the main cannon fodder, but now, the despicable behavior of its opponents is equivalent to stifling the most powerful offensive means of the expeditionary force.

But now, the 20,000 elite Cossack cavalry have become spectators, and the Russian infantry have to go to the battlefield ahead of time and launch an attack on the damn, cunning Orientals.

"It's really damn." Rumentsev looked at the idle Cossack cavalry beside him, and then looked ahead, braved the raging rain of bullets and advanced towards the solid position, but in the end, the damn Russian warrior who was covered with barbed wire blocked his way. Rumentsev, who had always been well-educated, couldn't help but swear.

"Telecommand, convey our orders and let them retreat." Rumentsev took a deep breath and issued a military order to retreat. Soon, the Russian soldiers who had just rushed to more than 200 steps from the enemy's position began to retreat in an orderly manner.

Seeing the cheerful shouts on the enemy's position when the soldiers retreated, Rumentsev curled his lips disdainfully. "What a group of idiots."

"Dear Marshal, why do you say that?" Beside him, Petrov looked at the old coach with some curiosity.

"Now my soldiers are still walking through obstacles, and it is entirely possible that they will use the cold weapons in their hands to launch a counterattack against our soldiers, but they did not do that."

"But Marshal, I think this is a rational choice. You must know that my Cossack is eager to try." Petrov replied.

Hearing this, Rumentsev shook his head. "My dear Major General, the commander of the Orient is very wise. The distance between the obstacles they set is enough for their troops with a large number of large swords and spears to launch a counterattack against our retreating soldiers at this time, but look at them, there is not even the desire to leave the position, just standing there, holding the swords and guns in their hands and cheering there."

Petrov suddenly realized and looked at Rumentsev with greater respect. "You are right, which is enough to show that the enemies we face are not as powerful as we imagined."

"That's right." Rumentsev enjoyed the young major general's respectful look, and a reserved smile appeared on his face: "Today we have launched two tentative attacks and have obtained enough things. Now, it's time to rest our already exhausted children."

"Marson, what do you mean..." Petrov didn't quite understand what medicine to sell in his marshal's gourd.

"It's already four-thirty now, and there are less than an hour and a half, and the sky will darken. At night, let our Cossacks move and try to clear out the damn obstacles. Our enemies don't even have the courage to pursue them. Then, I believe that the Cossacks' actions will not be too hindered tonight." Rumentsev gracefully took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said slowly.

"Yes, Marshal, you're right." Pethrov couldn't help but feel a little jealousy in his heart. The wisdom of this old man really made him feel helpless.

Fortunately, this famous general is already seventy years old, and he is still very young. What’s important is that he can learn more about him. When he thinks of this, the young and ambitious major general is once again full of fighting spirit.

"Depending on the posture, they shouldn't attack anymore." Yin Junrui, the commander of the 52nd Division, who was hiding in a hidden reconnaissance post, put away the telescope and looked at his companion beside him. Di Xiqing, the commander of the 53rd Division, laughed in a low voice.

"It seems that our poor performance today has been effective." Di Xiqing vomited the cigarette butt in her mouth and raised her eyebrows proudly. "However, I just don't know if our opponents will perform according to the script we arranged."

"Don't worry, they will definitely do it. If it were me, I would definitely do it." Yin Junrui took a document handed over by the guards, took a look, and signed his name, and said surely. "I just hope they don't always send such small soldiers to harass me, so I have to dress up as a shy little wife. It's really unhappy."
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