Woo woo woo
On the Russian railway, trains were running, and four 203mm TM8 railway guns were stationed on the tracks.
The Katyusha rocket trucks, secretly developed by the Russians, were also being deployed.
A large number of Russian reinforcements, including DP28 machine guns, PPSh submachine guns, and others, arrived.
Apanas wore a woolen overcoat and urged the deployment urgently.
Apanas, via the Irkutsk transfer station, quickly deployed troops to the border along the Ulaanbaatar railway line.
Apanas received a new battle report and suddenly felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head!
“Huh?? What did you say?”
“A construction project with at least 100,000 people in Erlianhaote, with a cluster of bunkers, a group of walls, all built in less than five days?”
“Where did they get so much cement and manpower, and how was it transported?”
Commander Apanas had experienced World War I. The brutal trench warfare, positional warfare, and bunker warfare during that war were still vivid in his memory!
But now there was no time to hesitate, he had to order an attack!
...
One thirty in the afternoon.
Apanas had a core tactic for the main attack direction.
The four Mt8 railway guns had a caliber of 203mm, and their range was naturally vastly different, capable of covering a distance of 20 to 30 kilometers!
Not to mention the Katyusha truck cluster, which had been produced and equipped in 1941, as well as the heavy artillery cluster!
Boom boom boom...
Shell after shell and rocket after rocket were launched!
The coordinates were being corrected and designed.
The Russian artillerymen looked optimistically at the battlefield. After all, the larger the caliber, the farther the range, and the safer the artillerymen.
During the Battle of Khalkhin Gol, the Russian artillerymen had consumed an almost-super-battle-scale amount of ammunition, almost half the level of Stalingrad!
But before the artillery could continue firing.
The V1 missile swarm, modified with a red alert precision guidance system, fell down!
Boom boom boom...
Commander Apanas watched with his own eyes as the four railway guns were destroyed, and even the Katyusha positions and heavy artillery positions were lifted up by mushroom clouds,
My God!!!
It’s over!
Commander Apanas immediately ordered a charge, the human wave tactics known as the “gray livestock.”
With shouts of “Ura,” the Russians, armed with water-linked rifles and submachine guns, charged.
But the Red Alert Army had already constructed a bunker zone several kilometers long, with the hexagonal bunker forts resembling the bunkers and walls with guard tower guns from the Red Alert game!
Tat tat tat...
Da da da...
Rows of Russians in the front lines fell, and those behind them pressed forward relentlessly.
The fallen formed piles upon piles.
The fallen obstructed the advance of those behind.
The Russians, as a whole, were fearless and continued to charge forward relentlessly!
From 1:30 PM that day to 4:00 PM.
Several extremely fierce charges failed to achieve anything.
Instead, one division after another was wiped out.
Lacking heavy firepower, they had no chance of breaking through.
The accumulated corpses had reached over 60,000, but they still couldn’t break through the Red Alert bunkers in front of them.
Commander Apanas’s eyes were bloodshot, his beard disheveled, as if he were in a state of battlefield syndrome, reliving the nightmare of World War I trench warfare, just like the Japanese defeat in the Khalkhin Gol grasslands.
Commander Apanas was like a gambler who had bet everything and lost, repeatedly launching attacks!
Repeatedly failing!!
Commander Apanas was suddenly arrested by a group of Russians who had rushed in. The other side pulled out a small notebook, “Commander Apanas, you have been dismissed! ... The higher-ups are very disappointed in you, Zhukov will personally take command!”
It was as Commander Apanas expected, but he also sneered a few times.
What can Zhukov do if he comes?
A battlefield firefighter?
In the eyes of the others, Apanas now looked like someone who had been psychologically traumatized.
That day ended with the Russians leaving behind over 150,000 casualties. They retreated back to the railway and transferred to the Irkutsk region, leaving behind a historic defeat that shocked the world.
...
Chongqing.
The Chairman's office.
Chiang Kai-shek stood like a statue, gazing at the sand table map.
His bloodshot eyes showed that he had not slept all night.
The other Kuomintang generals were the same.
“Chairman! After the failure of the first Russian troops, the failure of the air force, and the failure of Apanas's main force, leaving behind 150,000 casualties, the situation in the Far East has dramatically changed!”
“It is rumored that the newly-promoted military genius Zhukov will be arriving on the battlefield.” Chiang Kai-shek eased the soreness in his eyes.
“Huh——”
The other direct-line generals looked at him in unison.
Their eyes held a mix of schadenfreude and a small amount of disdain.
Chiang Kai-shek's face turned red, a feeling of being slapped hard in the face.
Chiang Kai-shek, even with his thick skin, couldn't help but feel annoyed.
Damn it!
Damn it!
How could the strategic tactics he, Chiang Kai-shek, had predicted be wrong? Has he not devoted his recent efforts to the military?
If only he, Chiang Kai-shek, had the national strength of Japan, he could also participate in this kind of season with Western powers!
The Russian Far East is so useless! The Russian Far East is so incompetent!