Clothes make the man, and horses make the saddle. After Li Zihao put on the new military uniform, he looked like a military officer.
Before the Soviets attacked, he still had more than a battalion of soldiers, about 500 of them. Now, less than 200 of them were intact, and only 300 of them could move. The rest were either dead or heavily injured.
It was almost dark now, and the Soviets could not attack in the dark. From what they knew, this small Beiyang Army did not have many people.
Previously, they had always wanted to rope Li Zihao in, but due to some matters, they had failed in the end. That was why they had chosen to destroy Li Zihao's troops.
This was to prevent Li Zihao from being used by the White Russian army. After all, the Northern Army was an outsider and uninvited guest.
It was inevitable that they would not be liked by the local tyrants. This was nothing strange. Those who were not of the same race would definitely have different hearts, let alone a very xenophobic race like the Russians.
Almost all the officers in Li Zihao's regiment had died, and the biggest one was Zhang Lin.
In the command post that had been blown up, Li Zihao saw the military map. They were located in the Youkama Kuangqu on the upper reaches of the Volga River. Smoke filled the air on both sides of the river. The White Army and the Red Army were intertwined. There were also a large number of Chinese laborers in the mining area. The difference was that they chose to help the Soviet regime.
"Zhang Lin, gather all the brothers who are not injured. Other than bullets and rations, we don't need anything else.”
Items like supplies could only become burdens when breaking out of the encirclement.
"What about the wounded soldiers?"
Zhang Lin was a second lieutenant. He looked like a pale-faced scholar and had been practicing martial arts since he was young. In the previous battle, he was as brave as Li Zihao and killed more than ten Soviets.
"Take them all away. They are our compatriots. We can't leave them here to be slaughtered by the enemy.”
Li Zihao knew the system's mission because it required him to lead everyone to break out of the encirclement.
It was already dark, and Li Zihao had basically figured out the situation. It was now October 26, 1918. The Suwei regime had overthrown the interim government and was fighting against the White Russians and the foreign intervention forces.
He didn't look like he had traveled back in time to a hundred years ago, because this world seemed more like a world with a fictional history. The history of China, Japan, Britain, France, and Pronia was also somewhat different from what he knew.
In this era, there was no such thing as braids built on wild boar skin. The Great Ming Dynasty lasted until 1912.
From the final situation, if history did not change, the Suwei regime would definitely win. Then, he and his small army would definitely be annihilated in the end.
In order to survive, Li Zihao, who had grown up under the red flag, decided to take another path. People were forced out. It seemed that this was true.
Li Zihao first took out the submachine guns that the system had prepared. Many of the Chinese soldiers 'eyes turned red. If they had such weapons, they would not have to fight with the Soviets. Each of them would have a machine gun and shoot whoever they saw. How cool would that be?
Unfortunately, there were not many bullets. It seemed that he had to use them sparingly. After all, submachine guns were similar to machine guns. They were both big eaters of bullets.
The cold was Li Zihao's strongest complaint about the damn weather here. It was so damn cold. Even the thick military coat could not keep his body temperature. Seeing the soldiers drinking vodka, he finally understood why this strong liquor became the military supplies of the Soviets and Russians. It was entirely because of the weather.
Without alcohol, how could one maintain their body temperature? It was very easy to freeze to death in such weather.
Moreover, the winter in Eastern Europe was very long, and it was not the coldest time yet.
"This is probably Old Xing's stock. Why didn't you take it out earlier?”Zhang Lin complained. If they had these weapons before, their brothers wouldn't have been killed by those red dogs. Old Xing was the quartermaster, but he was dead, so the origin of these weapons was naturally mentioned.
"Maybe they don't have a chance. The power of a large-caliber heavy cannon is not to be underestimated. It seems that the enemy has even used their knives to kill us, the little 'chickens'.”
The main reason was that the White Russian army was about to attack the Kuangqu. This was also a strategic location. There were minerals that both sides needed, so it was naturally a place to fight over.
Although the Suwei regime was besieged, most of them controlled industrial zones and railway lines, so they could continuously manufacture guns to fight the White Army.
However, the White-Russian army could not do so. They could still survive on their old capital now, but in two or three years, they could only rely on the arms of the foreign powers to support them.
Staying behind was definitely a dead end. They were reluctant to use it before, but in the afternoon battle, the Soviets had lost thousands of people. They would definitely continue to use their artillery. If they did not break through, they would only die.
Dinner arrived. Looking at the black bread and chowder soup in front of him, there were things like potatoes, carrots, and meat slices. He thought of the situation on the battlefield and lost his appetite. However, for the sake of the later break-out operation, he had to fill his stomach.
The black bread was definitely not delicious. It tasted a little sour. Li Zihao ate it with a small stove. He remembered that in his predecessor's memory, the black bread was mixed with wheat bran. At first, Li Zihao thought it was sawdust, but that was probably just a problem of translation.
Li Zihao had given up on the supplies, so the soldiers had a much more sumptuous dinner than usual. The leftovers were even made into rations.
At the same time, the Soviets were also having dinner. In the afternoon battle, the combat effectiveness of the Beiyang Army caused more than half of the Soviets to suffer casualties. If they had not retreated quickly, the casualties would have been even greater.
The resilience of the Chinese army was beyond their expectations, but this was not surprising. The Northern Army that participated in the expedition was an elite force. They were not laborers and had high-intensity military training. Their tactical standards were much higher than most of the Soviets and Russians, and they had won a very high evaluation. Both Russia and White wanted the help of these Chinese people.
The quality of the Soviets was not as good as the Russians, so it was not surprising that they could not defeat the Beiyang Army.
The reason why they did not need too much artillery support was because artillery shells were also a scarce resource for them. They needed to deal with the White Russian army that was about to arrive.
After eating the unpalatable black bread, Li Zihao swore that if possible, he would never eat such food again. Only ghosts could eat such dry food without soup.
However, on the battlefield, it was already good enough to have hot food to eat, but his demands were still too much. This was also related to the fact that Li Zihao had just arrived here and was not used to the situation. After all, he came from the wealthy 21st century.
Even the poorest families could afford pork, unlike in this war era, where it was not easy for the people at the bottom to eat meat.
The submachine guns had already been distributed. Although the people with the guns did not need to bring anything, they still had to fight. Those who had not been distributed had to evacuate with some injured soldiers.
They were all veterans. They knew very well that if they did not retreat under the siege, they would definitely be destroyed tomorrow.
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