Chapter 932: Shelling Morgan

The north wind roared, and the cold air seemed to penetrate the muscles and bones.
At this time, on the endless black land, Zhu Sansi is leading the soldiers to march towards Morgan. For the current people of Great Chongqing, the country is inviolable. Any offense against the country against Great Chongqing will mean severe revenge.
"It's the end of October, and I didn't expect it to snow here."
The officer alongside Zhu Sansi was Gao Yingfeng, the brigade commander of the First Brigade, and Zhu Sansi’s most trusted subordinate. Gao Yingfeng is the same group of soldiers as him and a fellow from Qingzhou. The two of them cooperated in the wars these years. Tacit understanding.
Because of this, Zhu Sansi always took him by his side.
"This is really a bitter and cold place. If it weren't for the war in the south, the people from Jiangnan wouldn't really want to settle here." Zhu Sansi frowned as he looked at the blooming snowflakes, and now he finally understands why forced immigration However, if only voluntary, the Kanto area will soon be occupied by other cold-resistant tribes, such as the current Tsarist Russia.
As the saying goes, knowing the enemy and confidant can only win every battle. Before going north, he knew about the country of Tsarist Russia. Generally speaking, the main body of this country is the Slavs. In the eyes of Europeans, they and the Germans and Celts People are called the three barbarians in Europe.
So far, Europeans have no good impressions of Slavs, and politicians still call Tsarist Russia a barbarian in private, mocking its ferocious and combative characteristics.
Therefore, in Zhu Sansi's view, Tsarist Russia is like Europe as the Golden Horde and Great Yu, both of which are synonymous with barbarism.
"The emperor's thoughts are far-reaching, including letting us come to Jianzhou in thick winter clothes this time, otherwise we will not be able to march at all now." Gao Yingfeng patted his thick cotton coat and grinned.
A trace of reverence flashed in Zhu Sansi's eyes. In the eyes of the people of Da Yu, their emperor is now the supreme existence.
They may have feared the imperial power before, but now they respect their king from the heart.
As a general, every time their emperor can accurately remind them of what they have overlooked, he has to admire it in his heart.
"This is the king that our country of Da Yu really should have." Zhu Sansi felt a rush of blood, and secretly vowed to defend his monarch with his life.
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Morgan City, this is a temporary city built, but to be precise, this is just a south post set up by Vasily. After all, the surrounding stone wall can be used as a barrier against attacks.
"Vasily, oh, there are a large number of soldiers approaching Morgan City. They seem to be the army of the Great Yu Kingdom."
In the center of Morgan City, Vasily was sitting around with the soldiers roasting a deer, which they had just hunted.
He looked at people coming by when he heard this voice.
"Ivan, you won't be drinking too much vodka. There are more deer, not soldiers." A soldier by the campfire picked up a wine bag containing liquor. He was naked in the ice and snow, and put the spirits in it. Drink it all, this is their weapon against the cold.
Ivan wore a coat made of fur, and he said anxiously: "I'm not mistaken, they are the army, it, you should sober up now, they will arrive here in ten minutes."
Vasily’s hand holding the wine pouch stopped in the air. Ivan’s face turned red at this time. It didn’t look like he was lying. He immediately stood up and said to the soldiers by the campfire:
Get up all, take yours. Weapon, we will have work to do right away."
Then he asked: "Little Ivan, how many people are they here?"
"There are at least three thousand people, and we only have eight hundred people." Ivan was a little worried. He followed Vasily from Moscow to the Far East. The natives who met on the road were tribes with bows and spears, fighting with these tribes. They occupy a great advantage.
But this time they saw a disciplined army, and everyone was holding muskets, which made him doubt Vasily's words.
Perhaps it is not only indigenous people living in the Far East.
"Hahaha, Ivan is scared. He forgot that there is not only a Slav who can fight ten, but also a Cossat who is brave and good at fighting." Vasily’s red face is still left behind by drinking. trace.
When his words fell, Morgan's soldiers laughed, and at the same time they began to organize their muskets and ammunition and prepare for battle.
There is a deep worry on Ivan's face, but here Vasily is the boss.
"If you don't run away, I can only kill these enemies with you." Ivan has a fierce look on his face, and now he is used to taking up blood donations from the natives.
For them, money is obviously more important than the lives of natives.
In the skilled preparation, the flying snowflakes suddenly became smaller and his vision became clear. At this time, Vasily finally saw the army in Ivan’s mouth.
Because now this army in uniform is 200 meters in front of them, facing them is the muzzle of sixteen field guns.
"Damn it, hide it!"
When Vasily saw that the soldier on the opposite side was lighting the artillery, he suddenly shouted.
It's just that his reminder was late after all. With a roar, and then their wall was blown up by artillery shells, the soldiers behind the wall rose into the air with screams, and there was no sound when they landed.
Outside the city, Zhu Sansi was watching Morgan's situation. When the heavy snow stopped, he recognized these Tsarist weapons for the first time, which made him decisively launch an attack.
"Boom boom boom..."
After the first round of shelling, the second round of shelling sounded again, and under the repeated shelling, the fragile Morgan wall was in ruins.
Zhu Sansi and the soldiers waited together. This is their current combat tactics. Artillery must be prepared before the attack to reduce casualties.
After all, they have to pay the price of casualties even for relatively backward troops. At least nine thousand soldiers fell on the battlefield in the Southern War.
Under the continuous firing of artillery, the Tsarist soldiers in Morgan City suffered terribly. In just a few rounds of shelling, they lost more than 70 people.
The main reason is that they underestimated the enemy, they did not bring artillery, which made them unable to fight back.
Vasily was completely awake now, and he finally realized the seriousness of the problem. It was obvious that they had encountered a real army.
But fierceness has always been Vasily's style. He shouted: "Take the bayonet and let them know how powerful our Russians are, and their artillery won't keep going."
Just as Vasily thought, after the twelfth round of shelling, the artillery of Dayu State stopped shelling. At this time, the front wall of Morgan was basically in ruins.
But just after the shelling was over, they suddenly heard a strange sound of musical instruments.