The sun never sets

"Cold weather? Cold weather affects both sides of a war, and it affects the weaker side more. Does anyone know about the Battle of Sanfeng Mountain?"

Chinese generals all knew about the Battle of Sanfeng Mountain, but few Russian generals knew about it. It was a decisive battle in the second half of the war between Mongolia and the Jin Dynasty. In that battle, the Mongolian army defeated the Jin Dynasty's last main force in the field with fewer troops, achieving a major victory. The elite troops and generals that the Jin Dynasty had gathered over the past decade were almost completely lost, and it no longer had the ability to fight a large-scale field battle with the Mongols.

The Jin soldiers had already surrounded the Mongols on the mountain, but suddenly heavy snow fell, and the snow was knee-deep. The Jin soldiers were so cold that they couldn't even hold their weapons. The Mongols took the opportunity to launch a counterattack and reversed the situation.

Lin Yongchang briefly introduced the situation of the Battle of Sanfeng Mountain, and then said: "Our logistical support is better than that of the Bolsheviks, and we are less affected by bad weather. Fighting in such cold weather is to our advantage."

Zhang Zongchang didn't think it was good to fight in the middle of winter. Although he was wearing a thick cotton coat and his face and hands were greased with oil, he still felt like he was going to freeze to death.

The cold seemed to come from the bones, and then spread to the limbs. Even if I got close to the fire, only the part of my body that was facing the fire would be warmed up, and the rest of my body would still be cold. Only by drinking a cup of hot drink could I warm up my whole body.

The hot drink was neither coffee nor tea, but a mixture of various things. Zhang Zongchang added ice and snow to the iron pot, melted it, and threw tea leaves, coffee, salt, sugar, pepper, and canned fruit into it, cooking it into a big pot of paste. The color looked very suspicious, but the soldiers liked it very much.

Even though their mouths were full of sand, the soldiers still loved it. In this icy world, everyone likes hot food.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

"boom!"

The artillery in the rear kept firing, blasting the Soviet Red Army's positions to pieces. The 105mm caliber howitzer was very useful against unprotected infantry, but it was not powerful enough to bombard cities. The 150mm howitzer was very powerful, and even the weaker fortifications could not withstand such a large tube.

The shells exploded, leaving charred marks on the ground. The ground shook, and with a loud bang, a messenger came out of the wreckage of the church with a backpack on his shoulder, "Where is the captain of the Seventh Company?"

Zhang Zongchang stood up with the cup in his hand, "Here!"

"The order from the regiment is to seize the water supply station in area B11 before dark. There will be three tanks to assist you in the battle."

Zhang Zongchang took out a pen and signed, then complained habitually: "What's the point of a water supply station? The water pipes are all blocked!"

The messenger put away the document and said, "How would I know? Yes, this is the deputy commander.

Let me bring it to you.”

"what is this?"

"What power? I just know it's very expensive. If you don't want it..."

"Who said I don't want it?"

Zhang Zongchang threw half a pack of Panda cigarettes to the messenger, then snatched the thing away and tore open the outer paper shell in a few seconds, revealing the black, mud-like substance inside. "Is this food? Why does it look like mud?"

He knocked on the table, making a bang bang sound. Regardless of whether this thing was edible or not, it was definitely inedible now that it was frozen like this. He casually threw the thing in his hand onto the table, and then shouted, "Everyone, check your equipment!"

Zhang Zongchang immediately turned around and asked, "Where are the tanks?"

"Yes, isn't it over there?"

The continuous explosions masked the sound of the tank engine. If you didn't listen carefully, it was hard to distinguish them. Zhang Zongchang stretched his neck to take a look, "Wow, such a thick gun barrel!"

He also wanted to drive a tank. Not only did the armored soldiers receive much higher pay, but they were also more impressive and handsome. However, Zhang Zongchang was too tall. His height of nearly two meters gave him many advantages, but also made him rejected by the Armored Academy. The space inside the tank was very narrow, and being tall was actually a disadvantage in the armored forces.

“Teng teng teng, teng teng teng teng…”

The leading tank stopped in the alley, the hatch was pushed open, and the commander stuck his head out, and it turned out to be a Russian. Zhang Zongchang was startled at first, then overjoyed, "Andrei, why is it you?"

Andre smiled and said in Chinese: "Why can't it be me?"

Andrei Tarkovsky was the youngest son of Andrei, an arms dealer in the Grand Duchy of Siberia. Before joining the army, he had driven cars, trucks and tricycles and had some driving experience. In addition, he had a good level of education, so he was assigned to the armored force after joining the army. After six months of training, he drove a tank into the battlefield.

"I mean, why did your father let you join the army?"

"Is this weird? I'm not the eldest son in the family, so of course I have to join the army!"

Well, Russians seem to have this tradition.

The messenger said, "You guys chat slowly, I'm going back to the regiment headquarters first."

"Hey, wait a minute, when will the next supply be delivered?"

"How should I know? It will be delivered when it's time."

Zhang Zongchang grabbed the messenger and said, "Tell the deputy commander to get us more food, preferably more meat. Smoked meat, pickled meat, canned meat, any kind of meat will do. It's so cold, we can't survive without some meat!"

Chapter 642 TMD

As long as there is a war, the soldiers on the front line will always be short of supplies. Under the conditions, the commander will always pile up as many troops and technical weapons as possible to the front line until the logistics can no longer support it. If there is excess transportation capacity, then more ammunition will be transported up.

The food prepared for the frontline soldiers was distributed per head, so there might be some surplus, but certainly not too much. China's national strength was not as strong as the imperial army, and supporting a million-strong army to fight in faraway Europe kept the logistics department busy all day long.

In order to ensure that food, weapons and ammunition were not lacking, Lin Yongchang had been sleeping in his office in the Kremlin for three months. Now it seems that he has done a good job and has generally stabilized the situation in Russia. Although there are still many opponents and "potential rebels" who are secretly accumulating strength everywhere, under Prime Minister Lin's delicate operation, most of the rebels in various places were suppressed before they broke out.

This ensured that the railway line would not be cut off and the soldiers on the front line could at least fill their stomachs.

Zhang Zongchang's infantry company belonged to the Siberian Army. They should have been accustomed to the cold environment, but in fact, it was not the case. The winter in Siberia was colder than the winter near St. Petersburg, but in Siberia, everyone did not have to carry dozens of kilograms of equipment and march in the snow in winter.

In order to keep warm, the soldiers all wore thick clothes, which made it very inconvenient for them to move. In addition to rifles, bullets, grenades, blankets, and at least enough food for four days, the weight of an ordinary soldier exceeded 50 kilograms.

It was okay for a strong guy like Zhang Zongchang, but those with weaker health would mostly lie on the ground and not want to move after a day of marching.

"You guys are better at driving tanks!"

Zhang Zongchang said to Andre with some envy: "We can drive this big thing around, unlike us infantrymen, who have to rely on our two legs to get everywhere and have to carry so many things."

"fart!"

Andrei cursed, "Don't think we are awesome when we drive a tank, but if the engine stalls halfway, hmm, that would be a living hell!"

Zhang Zongchang didn't believe it. He insisted that driving a tank was more comfortable than swinging his legs.

"...Forget it, let's not talk about this. How do we get to the water supply station?"

"How else can we fight? Scout first, then attack."

Andre pulled out a match, lit the cigarette, and took a puff when he felt something was wrong. He took the cigarette in front of his eyes, looked at it, and cursed: "These profiteers!"

"what happened?"

"look by youself!"

Zhang Zongchang took a look and found nothing wrong. Andre said unhappily:

"These are fucking Nengmao brand cigarettes!"

"Ah?" Zhang Zongchang was stunned for a moment, then took another look. Sure enough, the four dots of water under the "bear" in the panda were gone, and it had become "Nengmao". He quickly took out a cigarette from his pocket and saw that it was also "Nengmao".

"No wonder! I was wondering if the cigarettes I've been given recently don't smell right!"

The two men cursed the profiteers for a while, and then assigned tasks. Zhang Zongchang led his men to conduct firepower reconnaissance, and then used infantry-tank coordinated tactics to capture the water supply station.

“I don’t know what those guys are doing guarding the water supply station.”

"Who cares!" Zhang Zongchang took a deep puff of his cigarette, which was about to burn to the butt, and then threw it on the ground and crushed it with his shoe. "Li Jinglin, you lead the first row to the left; Han Linchun, you lead the second row to the right, and the rest follow me!"

The Bolshevik-controlled water supply station was more than three miles outside the city and had already suffered a round of shelling, destroying many of the water supply pipes and water towers. However, because the shells had to be used in more important places, the artillery was not used to continue bombarding here, but infantry and tanks were sent to capture it.

"The reds are in this area. There may be machine guns on the second floor of the water supply station... I didn't see any infantry guns, but there may be mortars hidden somewhere."

"The enemy has at most one company of troops. Don't fight them head-on. Just figure out the distribution of the heavy firepower. Got it? If you understand, then follow me!"

Zhang Zongchang put on his helmet, held his rifle, bent over, and took cover of the broken walls and moved towards the water supply station. The soldiers paid attention to the places where people could hide and the ground. The Bolsheviks also had mines. Although it was too cold and many mines turned into duds, as long as one mine exploded, several people would be killed.

The group reached the water supply station without any danger and did not step on a landmine. The left wing had already engaged in a firefight, and Zhang Zongchang heard someone speaking loudly in Russian in the alley around the corner.

"Grenade ready!"

Several soldiers pulled out grenades, twisted them twice, and pulled out the fuse. "Pull!" Zhang Zongchang whispered the order. Two seconds later, he threw the grenade out with force. Others also hurriedly threw away their grenades.

What he was holding was a bomb. If he didn't throw it quickly and it blew up his own people, that would be very unlucky.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Amid the explosions and screams, Zhang Zongchang jumped out with his rifle and fired at the enemy on the other side of the street. "Bang!" The bullet penetrated the chest of an enemy in gray military uniform, and the man fell to the ground with a scream.

"There are enemies!"

"It's the white dog!"

The Soviet soldiers finally reacted and turned their guns to this side, ready to shoot the enemy. Zhang Zongchang fired a shot, hurriedly pulled the bolt, and then fired another shot. He was very good at martial arts and marksmanship, and the second shot knocked down another enemy, but the gun on the opposite side was already pointed at him.

Zhang Zongchang's heartbeat accelerated rapidly, and he stopped breathing when facing the black muzzle of the gun. Although he was wearing a helmet, it could not block the full-power bullet at such a close distance. The bullet fired by the Mosin-Nagant rifle was very powerful, and as long as it hit his head, he would be dead.

Even if he didn't hit his head, if he hit his chest, he would most likely die.

Seeing the enemy's finger pulling the trigger, Zhang Zongchang already felt the shadow of death swallowing him. The passage of time seemed to slow down, and all kinds of sounds were stretched out and turned into strange frequencies.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Gunshots rang out, and the enemy at the end of the street was shot and fell backwards. "Machine gun!" Someone shouted beside Zhang Zongchang and pulled him behind the wall of the house.

"Da da da da", the flames swept across the ground, splashing mud and sand. Some bullets hit the bricks and stones, bounced up, and pierced the door panels next to the soldiers.

"Hoo, hoo!"

The sounds of the world returned to normal, and Zhang Zongchang breathed heavily, "Fuck, fuck!" He was just a little bit away from being killed. The enemy had turned the basement into a machine gun firing point, and the previous reconnaissance had not discovered it at all.

"Company Commander, what should we do now?"

Zhang Zongchang panted for a few times and pointed at the house next to him, "Take two people upstairs and fire two shots. Don't force it!"

They had only discovered a few machine gun firing points, and had not yet figured out where the enemy's artillery positions were, which was the most important thing. In particular, they had to figure out whether the enemy had anti-tank guns, how many there were, and where they were.

Chapter 643 Policy

After Zhang Zongchang's infantry company paid the price of three dead and five wounded, they roughly figured out the enemy's firepower deployment. Then Andrei Tarkovsky led three tanks (the night attack group: ⑥九④九, ③⑥一３５ actually had only one tank, and the rest were assault guns) into the battlefield and rushed into the core area of the water supply station under the cover of the infantry.

"Da da da da da!"

Machine gun bullets hit the front armor of the tank, splashing sparks. Machine guns are very scary to infantry, and even once they were the biggest threat, but in front of tanks, the combat effectiveness of machine guns can basically be ignored.

The tanks stopped in front of the water supply station and fired at the machine gun positions in the basement and second floor under fire from rifle and machine gun bullets.

"boom!"

"Boom!" "Boom!"

In several machines

After the guns and mortars were destroyed, the remaining enemy firepower was weakened by half. The enemy, who had been fighting back and forth with the Siberian Infantry Company, quickly collapsed in front of the tanks.

There were no accidents, and no hidden anti-tank guns. The water supply station was isolated and semi-surrounded, and the Soviet Red Army had no reason to deploy precious technical weapons here.

Zhang Zongchang did not kill all the enemies, but after crushing their resistance, he asked the soldiers to shout the slogan "surrender your weapons and we will not kill you." There were many people in the Siberian army who could speak Russian, so communication was not a problem.

As the soldiers shouted "Surrender your weapons and we will not kill you", a group of bombers, under the cover of fighter jets, flew over the water supply station. The huge group of planes blocked out the sky, and at a glance, there were probably hundreds of planes.

Perhaps they were frightened by the huge fleet of aircraft, or perhaps they found nowhere to escape after being defeated, or perhaps for some other reason, the defenders of the water supply station chose to surrender.

Soviet soldiers in gray uniforms came out of their hiding places with their hands raised and heads down, placing their rifles and wooden sticks with bayonets on the ground.

"Medic, medic!"

Zhang Zongchang shouted loudly: "Where are you going to die? Come here quickly, these people are still alive!"

The soldier carrying a medical kit ran over and checked several enemy soldiers on the ground. "This... a bullet pierced his lung. He needs to be sent to a field hospital for surgery..."

"Give them all first aid and then send them to the field hospital."

The Siberian Army was part of the People's Army, with the same weapons and equipment and organization, and party branches were set up in the companies. Therefore, the discipline of the army could be guaranteed, and the wounded of the enemy would be treated as much as possible under the conditions.

At the beginning, many people did not understand and were dissatisfied with the discipline of "treating prisoners well". Is it necessary to treat the enemy well? However, it has been proved that "treating prisoners well" can effectively undermine the enemy's fighting will and prevent the enemy from preferring death to surrender.

Of course, "treating prisoners well" does not mean giving the enemy better treatment than your own soldiers, but "treating them well" when you have the means to do so.

Seeing the Siberian soldiers treating the wounded on both sides, the prisoners became agitated. They looked at the busy medical soldiers, and an officer stepped forward and said, "We can help."

"Then come over and lend a hand, find some door panels, and move the injured to the car!"

The "car" Zhang Zongchang was talking about was not a car or a truck, but a cart pulled by cattle and horses. Each infantry company had two or three carts and some small hand-pulled trailers for transporting supplies. When marching, some equipment could be placed in them to reduce the weight on the body.

"This lord..."

"I'm not an adult," Zhang Zongchang said carelessly, "If you have anything to say, just say it. If you have anything to fart, just fart it!"

The captured officer asked cautiously, "What are you going to do with us?"

Zhang Zongchang did not answer, but shouted to the side, "Lao Wang, Lao Wang!"

"Here it comes, here it comes! Captain, can you yell like this every time?"

Lao Wang is the instructor of the company, responsible for the ideological work of the soldiers, teaching them cultural knowledge during non-combat periods, and also responsible for supervising logistics and training. He quickly explained a few words to the soldiers around him, and then trotted over.

"Lao Wang, tell him. Damn it, I'm tired and hungry now, I need to go get something to eat."