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Chapter 191 Red Iron Cavalry (2)

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    At night, Novosibirsk was ignited with raging fires, the city was filled with flames, and explosions were heard one after another, deafening; high in the sky, night fighters from both sides were fighting each other, and the Northeast Army's bombers continued to violently drop aerial bombs and bombs into the Soviet-occupied city.  Incendiary bombs were thrown into the waters of the Soviet crossing of the Ob River; at low altitudes, the Northeast Army's armed helicopters and transport helicopters roared back and forth, landing a large number of special forces and elite paratroopers into the Soviet-occupied areas.  The rocket nests below rained down rockets on the Soviet troops on the ground; in the scorching and dilapidated streets and alleys, large numbers of Northeastern Army infantry continued to launch fierce attacks on the Soviet-controlled areas and attacked the Soviet troops hiding there.  Large amounts of fuel were poured into the sewers of various cities or incendiary bombs were thrown into them to burn and drive away the Soviet troops hiding underground in the cities. The wellheads of each sewer became small erupting volcanoes.

    The flames gushing into the sky, the roaring explosions, the screams of ghosts and wolves, the collapsed buildings, the pungent and nauseating smell of corpses, and the soldiers fighting to the death together constitute Novosibirsk, a city like Shura purgatory.  Viewed from a high altitude, the entire city looks like the focus of collision and extrusion of continental tectonic plates, with lava overflowing and magma rising into the sky.  After adjusting their siege tactics, the Northeastern Army is very effectively squeezing and devouring the Soviet army's living space and vitality.

    ??20 kilometers north of Novosibirsk, in the town of Pacino, the cold wind is blowing.

    Among the dense woods in the wilderness, the fierce roar of artillery shells and airplanes kept passing over the woods, and an extremely solemn and solemn atmosphere was shrouded like black clouds.  Under the flickering firelight from time to time, the dark crowds and horses were squirming and gathering like dark clouds before a storm. The densely packed steel helmets and countless pairs of gray-blue eyes were like stars shining in the darkness.  The sound of human breathing mixed with the occasional neighing of war horses.  The figures are looking forward to it. The riders on the horses are ready to go. Thousands of Soviet-made "PPSH" submachine guns and American-made "M1-Thomson" submachine guns, countless sharp  The cavalry sabers, as well as the machine guns, bags of explosives, bundles of grenades, mortars, grenades, and rocket launchers carried by the horses were all shining with a cold light.

    "Comrades of the Red Army cavalry," a loud voice sounded, and the speaker was Lieutenant General Zhukov. He stood at the front of the cavalry square, his expression solemn and his words excited, "The moment for the Red Army's full-scale counterattack is coming! And the moment to turn the tide is coming!  The task has fallen on you! For our great Soviet, Red Army cavalry, charge! Bring death and destruction to the enemies who invade the motherland! Long live the Soviet!"

    "Hurrah!" Thousands of Soviet cavalry raised their right arms like the wind, and the slogans roared like a tsunami in the woods.

    Three elite cavalry regiments selected from the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Guards Cavalry Divisions of the Front Army formed the cavalry brigade to carry out the raid. Lieutenant General Nikki, commander of the Sixth Cavalry Corps, had full authority to command the entire operation.  The original commanders of the three cavalry divisions, Major General Belov, Major General Dovator, and Major General Klyuchodin, all volunteered to serve as the commanders of the three cavalry regiments, although they knew that this was a one-time mission with no return.  It was a dangerous mission, but their high fighting spirit, boiling blood, and love and loyalty to the motherland still made them never look back.

    "Cossack cavalry, attack!" Lieutenant General Nikki raised his arms and shouted loudly.

    The restless ground began to vibrate violently like a giant drum. More than 5,000 Soviet cavalry and more than 15,000 horses galloped in silence and darkness, sweeping away like an erupting flash flood.

    At this moment, on the railway transportation line from the Volga River region to Novosibirsk, new Soviet forces and a large number of new weapons, including the Fifth Guards Tank Army of the Soviet Red Army Base Camp Strategic Reserve, are gathering towards Novosibirsk.  ; At the same time, in the Baikal region and Western Xinjiang region, the Northeastern Army's North Army Group and East Army Group are also moving towards Novosibirsk.  The millions of troops from China and the Soviet Union are like surging torrents, rushing towards the swirling black hole of Siberia.

    Densely packed signal flares are rising continuously, looking like colorful fireworks from a distance.  Through the flickering rays of light, more than ten kilometers northeast of the Novosibirsk battle zone with heavy artillery fire, Sergeant Wang Hongmin, the captain of the search team of the 1st Reconnaissance Battalion of the 303rd Mechanized Infantry Division of the Northeast Army, was leading four scouts in a field.  Trekking hard through the unknown virgin forest.  The heads of the search team members were covered with almost airtight cover of larch, spruce and other frigid trees, and under their feet were layers of thorns, moss, shrubs and other low plants that were so thick that it made walking bumpy. It is said that  These ancient plants have been in this land for thousands of years."Fire!" Master Xu roared as the dusty horses rushed closer and closer.

    The roar immediately tore through the rain curtain. In the stretching trenches surrounding the entire town, thousands of assault rifles, submachine guns, machine guns, rocket launchers, grenade launchers, mortars, and infantry artillery instantly erupted into a violent sound.  A majestic symphony of death, countless red fires spurting out crazily, waves of cannonballs and rockets whizzing away like raindrops, and densely intersecting firepower like spider webs blowing away like a storm.  Grenades were flying in the sky.

    The frightened and injured war horses screamed and collided with each other one after another. The densely running horses were beaten to pieces one after another by the bullets and firepower of the Northeastern officers and soldiers. The large areas were shocking.  The red color quickly spread across the rain-watered fields. Bloody horse meat, internal organs, and limbs were torn apart and flying all over the sky. Streams of blood splashed out like fountains. Some were struck by horse hooves and legs and fell to the ground.  The war horse had no time to neigh before it was trampled into pieces by the hoofs of its companions who swarmed up from behind.  The bullets and shells of the Northeastern officers and soldiers were like swarms of locusts. The Soviet troops and horses rushing over the mountains and plains were swept to pieces piece by piece without any obstruction, turning into pieces of flesh and blood scattered on the ground. The mortar attack  Where the artillery shells and infantry shells fell, explosive fireballs rose into the sky, and the mutilated war horses flew up to the sky neighing in pain.  Explosive fireballs among the horses also exploded one after another. The war horses whose explosive bags or grenades were detonated by bullets were blown to pieces together with the surrounding war horses in the flesh and blood fireballs.  In just ten minutes, the corpses of horses killed by the Northeast Army piled up in front of the eyes of the officers and soldiers. The blood was like winding streams in the rain; the strong smell of blood filled the area like rain and mist.  in the air.

    In the town, Commander Xu and other officers watched this scene anxiously. This was truly a rare scene in the history of world wars. The well-positioned troops were desperately strafing and shelling the enemy horses that were swarming in.  The officers and soldiers did not dare to relax in the slightest. These large and uncontrollable herds of runaway horses were like wolves at this time. As long as they were allowed to rush over, they would tear themselves to pieces.

    "Fire! Fire! Otherwise we will be trampled to pieces!" On the position, the grassroots officers screamed desperately.

    The soldiers of the Northeast Army frantically pulled the triggers with almost numb fingers, and the automatics in the magazines were quickly fired. The soldiers hurriedly changed the magazines as quickly as possible, and the ammunition on various positions was consumed like running water.  "Ammunition! We have no ammunition!" "Shells! Hurry up and send the cannonballs!" the shouts kept coming.  In a panic, a small number of Soviet war horses rushed desperately into the positions of the officers and soldiers during the gap between the firepower nets, and exploded with corpses of people and horses flying all over the place.

    Behind the horses, another group of dark clouds was quickly shrouding and surging. It was the Soviet cavalry brigade that was really ready to go.  The Soviet cavalrymen watched helplessly as their beloved horses were sent to a slaughterhouse and a meat grinder, turning piece by piece into splashing blood and corpses lying on the ground. They were heartbroken.  Zhang Cossack's face was distorted by extreme hatred and great pain.  Seeing that the front-line troops of the Northeastern Army were temporarily depleted of ammunition, Lieutenant General Nikki shouted: "Red Army Cossack cavalry! Kill them!"

    The sound of huge horse hooves once again thundered into the ground, "Kill" The red-eyed Soviet Cossack cavalry shouted wildly, charging down like an avalanche with submachine guns and waving sabers.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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