Shepgeniyilic is a glorious Cossack. As a lieutenant company commander, he was responsible for commanding 300 Cossack cavalry to clear out the "rebels" on the streets. The action was very smooth at the beginning, and they killed the mobs on the streets without any effort.

Shepgeni was very satisfied with such a happy fighting style, but the good times didn't last long. When they approached Ksheshinskaya Palace, they were hit head-on. Only three or two of the Cossacks came back, and the rest were left on the streets in front by the damn Bolsheviks.

Shepgeni felt sincerely angry at such a tragic casualty: "Sepgeni Ilyic, you are a stupid pig, and more than thirty good horses are gone, do you know how much it can be exchanged for?" Shepgeni cursed himself, while kicking a fierce attack on the ass of a soldier who was blocking him, "Don't stand here like a fool, boy." He yelled, "Don't hear the Major's order? Kill all the rebels!"

"Uh...sir," Xiaobingbing felt that his commander might not have seen the situation clearly. "The enemy's firepower is unprecedentedly powerful. They have machine guns. I think we..."

Shepgeni interrupted him: "Hey, boy, who is the one who gave the order here?"

"It's you, sir."

"Glad you remember this, boy." After a pause, Shepgani roared in a louder voice: "Now I want you to move forward and kill all the rebels, do you understand?"

The soldier was frightened: "I understand, sir."

"Then execute my order immediately, now!" After saying that, Shepgeni took his saber from the lieutenant who rushed over, turned around and waved to the Cossacks gathered behind him, "Young men, take action immediately!"

"Sir, we are not..." The adjutant was about to say something, but Shepgani had left without looking back, so he had to turn to the others: "Prepare to charge!"

The Cossacks made a helpless gesture together, and then someone asked, "Is it really necessary to do this?"

"What else can I do?" The adjutant raised his right hand and pointed straight ahead, "Attack!"

In the barricade, Petrovsky and Zhao Yunxia both saw the Cossacks' charge - of course, they didn't know that the enemy would get support from mortars, but they just felt that the Cossacks were crazy.

"Don't these madmen know that launching a dense charge on such a narrow street is purely seeking death?" Petrovsky began to aim, and as long as his superiors gave him a command, he would pour out all the bullets in the magazine.

Petrovsky used his sight to trap the Cossacks, but before he opened the fire, he hesitated for a moment - in his opinion, this was simply one-sided massacre. Although the Cossacks in front of him were enemies, he still felt worthless for these Cossacks. When he met a pig-like boss, it would be a disaster for ordinary soldiers.

The monotonous, dull but rhythmic sound of the Uz submachine gun finally sounded. In response, the large group of Cossacks running quickly immediately appeared in a large gap. The panicked Cossacks had to slow down. Although slowing down means a greater chance of being shot, if they do not slow down, the companions falling down in front will become their stumbling block. If they fall off their horses at high speed, they will have to die half-dead. Moreover, losing the speed of the horse, it is basically unlikely that they will escape from this dead neighborhood in high boots.

Petrovsky kept turning his muzzle and swept one Cossack after another off the horse, and the Cossacks had almost no means of counterattack. For him, there was only one thing that could be called trouble. The Uz submachine gun used thirty rounds of magazines, and with its rate of fire, the bullet seemed to be ineffective.

Petrovsky didn't want to run out of all his ammunition within an hour after the battle started. No commander, whether bourgeois or working class, did not like "quick gunners".

This is not to play CS. After the bullet is fired, you can wait until the next round starts before buying it. So Petrovsky could only control his desire to pour out the bullets and handed over some Cossacks who were swept down and stood up again to Zhao Yunxia beside him.

The firepower of the submachine gun was a disaster for the Cossacks, and in fact, the Shepgeni subordinates were already in a dilemma. The fierce firepower of the Bolsheviks brought a large number of casualties. The artillery soldiers supporting their attack were not only sparse in firepower, but also in a mess. To a large extent, their shooting could only serve as a supervising team.

"What about the artillery fire support you promised!" Shepgeni shouted at Major Alexei in a furious manner.

The major looked speechlessly at the mortar that had already failed before it started shooting. He had no choice but to pray that the old baby would be able to play a role before the Cossacks on the street died.

Perhaps it was Major Alexei's prayer that worked. The busy artillery finally made the two old antiques obedient. With two deafening explosions, two shells roared out of the cannon chamber. They flew high and far, crossed the barricades set up by the Bolsheviks on the street, crossed the Kshesskaya Palace, and... and then made two muffled sounds in places that were invisible, and even smoke could not be seen at all...

Shepgeni looked at Major Alexey speechlessly. Although he didn't say anything, the major could feel the meaning of sarcasm. The two guns were indeed too outrageous. He explained with a little embarrassedly: "This is a test shot, just a test shot..."

Shepgeni shook his head speechlessly. Even if the test shot was too outrageous, he couldn't say much now. He only hoped that this test shot could end as soon as possible, not only because his young man was bleeding every second, but also because of the serious shortage of shells. He did not hope that the artillery test shots were not over after exhausting the ammunition.

The situation began to become clearer, or it became clearer, the Bolsheviks' light and heavy weapons were gathered to catch fire, and the Cossacks' charge seemed to be less thunderous and the artillery reinforcements they were looking forward to have no effect for a while. Now they are either dead, injured, or trapped on the streets and cannot play a role at all. For the Bolsheviks, killing all the Cossacks was just a meaningless problem related to time.

Fortunately, God didn't want the Bolsheviks to go too smoothly. After four rounds of test firing, Major Alexei's artillery finally began to have a clear idea.

Two shells fell into the barricade, and then two more. A violent explosion, and a large pile of things were thrown into the sky. But the artillery still felt that it was not enough. The gunners quickly picked up the third shell, but before they put the shells into the mortar, a large section of barricades built with only bricks, wood and sandbags had collapsed in flames and smoke.

The gunners were stunned for a moment, which was obviously a bit beyond their expectations. But in the end, they fired the shells and blew the rest into pieces - whatever it was.

"My God!"

After witnessing all this, Lieutenant Shepgani felt that the artillery soldiers were all a group of bastards. Look at what they did? Haven’t you seen my Cossacks have just crossed the barricade? At this time, are you firing artillery, are you helping us or the Bolsheviks? Watching your subordinates die innocently under the firepower of friendly forces, the lieutenant went crazy.

"What are you doing!" Shepgani asked angrily, "Do you want to kill all my people?"

Major Alexey grinned. To be honest, he was speechless about the last round of artillery attacks. He could only say that his young man was too "real" and executed his order without fail - to completely destroy the barricade.

"I'm sorry, this is a mistake!" Major Alexey said unapologetically, "Your young man rushed too fast..."

Shepgeni broke out and shouted: "Is this our fault?"

Major Alexey said indifferently: "This is not a mistake, both of us have no mistakes. This is an inevitable factor in the war. I will ask for credit for the brave young men under your command, but before that, I will command the battle!"

Yes, in Major Alexey's opinion, casualties in the war are inevitable, and deaths are all considered as a few people, let alone the death of Cossacks. What's the matter with these damn minorities? It doesn't matter if they die. Moreover, a big hole has been opened in the barricade, and now it's time to take advantage of the victory, so he doesn't want to miss the opportunity for the war.

"Assault platoon," he ordered, "attack immediately and clean up the Bolsheviks in the barricade, and I want to make sure that no one is alive there."

Ula cheered, and the assault platoon rushed out of the position, and rushed towards the barricade with fearlessness and courage. Major Alexey was very satisfied with their performance, thinking that only the purest Russians could make such a wonderful assault. He believed that his young men were a hundred times stronger than Cossacks!

However, Major Alexei's good mood disappeared immediately. He noticed that in the buildings on both sides of the street, the police uncle who had been deserters at the beginning leaned out and crawled out. The assault platoon that launched the charge did not put these shameful deserters on the spot. The platoon leader of the assault platoon seemed to still sympathize with these guys.

"Damn bastards, these useless wastes have the face to stand up!" the major shouted, "Also, why didn't Konstantinovich shoot these bastards, and even greet them!"

"Sir, I think we should give these policemen another chance." The deputy whispered.

"No, you don't need to be polite to treat deserters on the battlefield, and you don't need to give them a second chance!" The major greeted his subordinates and planned to shoot all the policemen over and kill them, but his deputy stopped him.

"I'm afraid this is not appropriate now, sir. We have suffered a lot of losses. The task assigned by the general is to take down the Ksessinskaya Palace and then rescue the Soviets. With our current troops, I'm afraid..." The deputy insisted: "I suggest you consider this issue seriously, sir."

Major Alexey glared at him, almost trying to get the annoying guy aside, but doing so also means blame from the upper class, not to mention that he is responsible for the huge casualties. At such times, it is better to have less than more things.

"Okay." Major Alexey took a step back, "but I will send someone to closely monitor their actions, if..."

The major stopped, with a confused expression on his face: the assault platoon that had just rushed to the barricade seemed to be frightened by some huge fright, and then they evacuated back in a swarm, but before they could run two steps, bright tongues of flames spewed out from the top floor of the Kssinskaya Palace and the windows on the second floor. The unique low and gentle roar of the heavy machine gun swept the assault platoon.

In less than a minute, the assault platoon disappeared completely at the front of the position, and with them, the police uncles who had just emerged. Major Alexey no longer had to bother with them, and the Bolsheviks helped him solve the problem.

"God!" Major Alexey's face turned pale immediately, "They have at least four machine guns!!"

He originally thought that the Bolsheviks had already had a very strong firepower, and he had already paid a high price of hundreds of people to break through the barricade. However... According to the current situation, even if he paid a few hundred people, he could not break through the first line of defense of the Bolsheviks. Their firepower was too strong!

"Are you still alive? Comrade Leonardo?" Zhao Yunxia pushed Petrovsky beside her.

Petrovsky asked back with his throat: "What did you say? I can't hear it clearly!"

Zhao Yunxia could only lie on his ear and repeat it.

"I can't die for the time being!" Petrovsky wiped his face. The shells fell right in front of them when the shells hit me just now. If it weren't for the two extra sandbags at the beginning, he would probably have died at this moment.

"The enemy seems to have been defeated!" Zhao Yunxia poked her head and said.

"Don't worry about so much, man, the enemy will come back soon, hurry up and repair the fortifications!" Petrovsky turned his eyes to the street and listened carefully. Although due to the shelling, tens of thousands of bees seemed to have penetrated into his ears, he could still hear Georgi in the Kshescinskaya Palace behind him shouting: "Repair the bunker and prepare for battle! Comrades, the battle has just begun!"

Indeed, as Georgi said, the battle has just begun. Just now, a new team joined forces with Major Alexey, and the major, who had suffered heavy losses, could launch a new offensive again.

Shulikin sighed. He didn't plan to appear so early. He originally expected Major Alexei to take down Ksescinskaya Palace in one go, and then he took his men to "liberate" Tafriche Palace with the major, but now...

Sure enough, no matter how perfect the plan was, it was always difficult and full of omissions in actual operation. Fortunately, he came too late, at least Major Alexey had not squandered all the troops at hand. Thinking of this, Shulijin returned to his calmness. He slowly raised his right hand and said two words softly but unquestionably: "Attack!"

Just as he issued the order, an explosion splashed mud and soil in front of Petrovsky and Zhao Yunxia. Major Alexey's artillery finally learned from the lessons of the last attack and opened fire first.

The shells fell one by one around the Ksessinskaya Palace, trying to suppress the firepower of the machine gun. The White soldiers under Major Alexei knew that their mission was to risk their lives to seize the enemy's stronghold, but no one wanted to die at the gun of the evil enemy. They nervously raised their weapons in their hands, and everyone felt some cold, invisible fingers piercing their bodies.

The moment they launched the charge, the Bolshevik machine guns fired again. Looking at the four flames sweeping over the troops in the charge, Shulikin's calm suddenly turned into a tense anger. No one had ever told him that the Bolsheviks in Kshesskaya Palace actually had heavy machine guns... and at least four!

"What's going on? How did the Bolsheviks have so many machine guns. Why hasn't anyone ever said it to me?"

But no one could answer him. Before the battle began, neither Luo Jiangko nor Kornilov or the Soviets took the Bolshevik armed forces who defended the Kshesskaya Palace seriously, and felt that those people had no combat power except wearing gauntlets. But now, the combat power is not worth mentioning, but those of them who were confident at the beginning.

"A bunch of waste." Shu Lijin cursed angrily.

Mud, clumps, flesh, limbs, and wailing wounded men and motionless bodies were something Shulikin could see, but there were some things he could not see - the morale and fighting spirit of his subordinates were rapidly collapsing. As he was still trying to figure out why the Bolsheviks had so many machine guns, his troops became increasingly depressed.

Finally, Major Alexey broke his silence, both as a reminder and to know an answer, he asked: "What should we do now, Your Excellency?"

"What should I do?" Shulijin was stunned for a moment. He remembered that he had ordered an attack; but he quickly came back to his senses: "Attack, occupy the Ksessinskaya Palace."

"Add to attack? Their firepower is stronger than we thought..." Shepgeni asked cautiously.

"But the number of enemies has not changed." Shu Lijin pinched his right hand into a fist and waved it, "They only have more than 200 people, and they cannot cover everything!"

Shulikin was right, but whether it was Shepgeni or Alexey or a bitter face - a feint attack head-on, a roundabout attack. Although this was a good strategy, the Bolsheviks' firepower was stronger than before, and it was imagined that the feint attack troops would suffer heavy losses. And they no longer wanted to consume the living power at hand.

However, this battle is necessary. If you can't even win the Ksessinskaya Palace, what's going on to fight the rebellion? This is a battle that has to be fought. Whether it's Shulikin, Shepgeni and Alexey, they have no choice!
Chapter completed!