13 kilometers west of Vladivostok
February 6, 1937
Lieutenant General Shapkin grinned from beneath his moustache, staring hard into the freezing winds coming from deep within Manchuria. He didn’t know why he was grinning, he just kind of always did so when the odds were bad. It had benefited him in war games; the opposing side would see him grinning and believe him to have more resources than they had believed and had gotten cautious, thus allowing him to return to strength and defeat them. He chuckled under his breath, in a way it was a self-fulfilling prophecy. However, there were no Manchurian generals to see him now, no one to be thrown off by his grin, just the snow that was half-blinding him. But still he grinned, it was habit.
Even as he grinned, though, Shapkin was swearing under his breath. He could have been shouting for all the good it would have done him, the wind was howling so loudly that he could barely hear his own swears. Shapkin had done relatively well for himself so far in the Manchurian campaign, his corps of one division had the distinction of being the unit still in action that was part of the original offensive. This was, of course, because his corps comprised the northern thrust through Jiamusi toward Harbin, but he had then been withdrawn from that attack to deal with the Manchurians, who had by that time conquered Vladivostok. And, Shapkin sighed, the campaign had gone downhill from there. The three divisions in Mukden had been destroyed on December 17th. Somehow, though, Voroshilov’s own personal division had managed to prevent itself from being destroyed even though its commander was absent most of the time. Or perhaps precisely because its commander was absent; Shapkin could not decide.
He knew, however, that it was Voroshilov’s chief-of-staff who had come up with such a flawed plan and executed it, not Voroshilov. He could understand that Voroshilov was likely overburdened, given that he was also the commander-in-chief of the entire Red Army. However, in his wisdom Voroshilov should have then turned over control of the Manchurian Front to someone else. Shapkin shook his head, still grinning. What was done is done, he knew, and no speculation could undo it. He simply had to outmaneuver the Manchurians somehow and keep the fight around Vladivostok going.
This plan of action was naturally made harder by the destruction of the division in Jilin. It had occurred during the breakout, with the Manchurians around Mudanjiang broken and fleeing only the cavalry in Xinjing could have destroyed it. And they did. In four days of battle in drastically subzero temperatures the Soviets and Manchurians battled it out, ravaging the landscape along a twenty kilometer stretch that marked the path of breakout for the Soviets. The surrounding land had been shattered as the Soviets, desperate to escape and uninhibited by their lack of ammunition, fired off everything they had in a desperate attempt to keep the Manchurian cavalry at bay. It had nearly worked; the Manchurian cavalry had been dragged down to its last offensive capabilities even though it was ably supported by a brigade of artillery. However, the end was nigh for the Soviets. The last were slaughtered mercilessly as they attempted to fight it out in the caves of the foothills of the mountains around Mudanjiang, using bayonets and rifle butts. The Soviets knew of the Asiatic torture methods and preferred death to surrender.
The division at Jilin was finally defeated.
Shapkin could picture it all in his head, the last stand of that Soviet division. He was something of an artist, and he knew that he would like to paint such an unforgettable scene some time. He would not need to add any artificial details to it, in its already inherent patriotism it was very nearly ideal. Stalin would like it, and that was all that mattered. Shapkin shook his head to clear his mind, patriotic paintings would have to wait until after the Manchurian campaign was concluded and he had more free time.
As it was, in the aftermath of that defeat, which occurred on the 24th, Shapkin turned around from Mudanjiang and prepared to attack Iman again. The Manchurian cavalry there, and he wondered whether cavalry was all the Manchurians fielded, they had resisted his assaults once before. He was determined to succeed the second time. Time, of course, worked for him. The Manchurians in Iman were cut off from all supplies and quickly dissolved before his advance once he attacked again early in the morning on February the 1st. Rather than marching into Iman though, which Shapkin knew would take a long time, he turned around and headed southward toward Vladivostok. He knew that reoccupation of the city would be looked well upon, and given the stress of his position as commander of the only fighting unit east of Borzya, Shapkin did not mind making himself look good for a possible future promotion.
Thus, he arrived in Vladivostok just after sunrise on February 5th. He quickly set up his headquarters in Voroshilov’s old headquarters building, taking advantage of all the modern infrastructure. Despite the gain and the modern amenities, the operational situation was not good and he knew it. The Manchurians had a weak militia division far to the north, they had another, unidentified, division at Harbin and moving toward Jiamusi. Finally, there was the Manchurian cavalry and artillery at Jilin. Shapkin knew that he would have to be aggressive to keep the Manchurians away, but he had to be careful about the risks he took as well. Shapkin decided to attack toward Jilin.
Thus, Shapkin was staring at the mountains that ensconced Jilin as his division attacked toward it. From the reports that were flowing in from the front, it seemed that he had caught the Manchurians flatfooted and that his soldiers were making progress through the first line of Manchurian defenses. Shapkin felt confident that he could throw the Manchurians back; he did not want to capture Jilin as he had to maintain a connection with Vladivostok. He did, however, want to make Vladivostok safe from immediate attack.
Shapkin’s attack toward Jilin.