He hid behind the mound of soil half a man, waiting for the shells coming from the sky to fall. For a moment, the corners of the major general's mouth were bitter. The defense line they had been building in a hurry in the past few hours could not withstand the violent shelling. Under the roar of the Soviet Red Army's cannon, he could not predict how many remaining troops could be left. Even if he could avoid the upcoming shelling, it was unknown.

But strangely, the rumbling cannon sounded for a long time and no one saw a shell falling down. After waiting for a minute, the major general finally couldn't help it. He got up from his hiding place and carefully poked his head to look at the enemy's artillery position. When he saw the scene there in the telescope, his mouth suddenly opened so that the boss could no longer close.

Although the Soviet Red Army artillery positions more than ten kilometers away could not see the arrangement of the positions, they could see the rising fires and the fireworks rising from the horizon.

"What's going on? Could it be..." The major general's mind was not enough for a while, and he stared at his eyes for a long time before he realized. This was not a shelling, it was clearly the scene of the cannon being destroyed. The bursts of explosions that continued to sound were undoubtedly the result of the stored shells being exploded.

"Save! Finally saved!" The major general drew a cross on his chest with great devout devotion, thanking God for his blessing. Of course, he would never think that this scene was really done by God and the old man, and it was absolutely impossible for the enemy to accidentally detonate the shells, which were caused by such a result. There was only one reason, that was, the friendly forces did it. When they could not break through the siege and rescue them, the friendly forces did not know how to use any method to deviate from the enemy's rear and use surprising tactics to deal with the enemy's artillery group. In this way, although his remaining soldiers were still not completely escaped. Without the support of the artillery, it would be absolutely impossible for an infantry division of the Soviet Red Army to annihilate itself in a short time.

The situation of the artillery positions made both sides stunned, especially the Fifth Infantry Division of the Red Army, which was ready to attack. When the cannon sounded, from the division commander to the lowest soldiers were still confidently waiting to see the opponent's simple defensive positions turned into ruins under the power of the cannon, and then the infantry pressed on them and wiped out the stubborn enemy at the most violent and fastest speed. But unexpectedly, the situation would become so sudden that the original powerful attack power became the target of the attack. Everyone turned around and watched the flames rising from behind and the violent explosions after another, so shocked that they could not even speak.

The unexpected situation of the Red Army's artillery formation not only led to the sudden suspension of the combat plan, but also caused great panic to the soldiers on the front line. According to common sense, the artillery positions are all set up in the safest area of ​​our side, and there are garrison troops around for defense, which can be said to be very prepared. But in this way, the artillery positions were suddenly destroyed without warning, and even the garrison troops did not have time to warn. Does this mean that the troops placed on the front of the Russian Imperial Government Army are actually not the main force. The real main force has already detoured to its rear? If this is the case, the plan to encircle the remnants of the other side is simply a joke. It is not the enemy who is actually surrounded, but the self?

This thought was inseparable from the heart of the Red Army commander, and with the explosions coming from the direction of the artillery positions and the extremely violent machine gun sounds, a sense of fear came to my heart.

"Continue fighting or retreat?" The commanders and fighters of the Fifth Infantry Division of the Red Army had differences on this. The political commissar required the troops to continue attacking according to the pre-war deployment and completely eliminate the enemy on the other side. The division commander and deputy division commander analyzed from a military perspective that the infantry division that had lost artillery support could not bear the task of annihilation of the enemy alone. Moreover, the situation in the future is unclear. The rambling attack will not only fail to achieve results, but on the contrary it is likely to put itself in the dilemma of being attacked from both sides. The most reasonable way at the moment is to stop the attack, distance from the enemy backwards, contact the headquarters, and send some troops to reinforce the direction of the artillery position, first understand the situation on the battlefield before making a decision.

"Coward! Deserter! Traitor! I deprive you of command as a political commissar!" The division commander thought about it and expressed his plans. Who would have thought that the political commissar immediately jumped up and cursed with joy.

"Comrade Political Commissar, you..." The deputy commander's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly wanted to distinguish the commander, but before he could say it, the commander beside him firmly grabbed it.

"Teacher!"

"Oh..." The division commander's painful gaze revealed his complicated psychology now. Although he was the highest military commander of the Fifth Infantry Division, the final decision-maker of the Red Army was not the division commander, but the division political commissar who was called the political commissar. If he did not implement the final decision of the political commissar now, even if he was the division commander, the political commissar had the right to implement battlefield discipline on him, that is, shooting. In this case, it is not a good idea to continue to anger the political commissar. Compared with his own life, deprivation of command is already lighter.

"Heroic Soviet warriors! Fearless Bolshevik comrades! For the motherland! For victory!

After depriving the commander of the division commander, the political commissar asked someone to temporarily put the division commander, deputy division commander and even chief of staff under house arrest. He brought a group of people to the front line in person, waved his pistols and mobilized the troops to charge towards the enemy. In his opinion, the stubborn enemy in front of him was no longer afraid. With the fearless fighting spirit of the Red Army, only one charge could be used to completely defeat the opponent. After eliminating the remaining enemies, the entire division would turn around and fight against the enemies behind him, and he would inevitably win the final victory.

Hope is beautiful, reality is cruel. This political commissar who was not ambitious and talented never expected that the accident of the artillery position had caused panic among the troops, and charging without any artillery preparation was definitely something that a fool could do.

Although the enemy on the opposite side was exhausted after a night of battle, and their defensive positions were also hastily established extremely simple, judging from the overall situation of the troops, the strength of the two sides was not much different, and the sudden changes greatly increased the morale of the Russian Empire government troops.

As one goes up and down, the attacking Red Army not only has no advantage, but even ordinary soldiers charge and turn their heads back, fearing that the enemy would appear behind the road as soon as they rushed halfway. Such a charge was not effective at all. Half an hour later, the two consecutive charges launched returned in vain, and even caused a huge difference in losses between the enemy and us. This result made the political commissar furious.

In order to inspire morale and complete the task of annihilation of the enemy, the political commissar gritted his teeth and decided to lead the troops to charge by example. More than ten minutes later, the political commissar and more than a dozen regiments, battalions, company-level political commissars, and instructors led the troops to launch a fierce attack on the enemy's positions. This time the situation was indeed much better than the last two times. Although the comrades who were shot fell down around him, the charging troops were getting closer and closer to the enemy's positions. But just as he saw that he could rush to the enemy in the last fifty meters, the political commissar was about to pose and shout a few times. When he was motivating morale again, a sinful bullet suddenly shot his body.

Blood splashed in his chest, and the political commissar was stunned. He looked down at the place where he was hit. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but only a black and red blood clot appeared in his mouth. Then he fell backwards like a wooden stake that had been knocked down.

"Political Commissar! Political Commissar!"

The political commissar's shot fell down, and in the eyes of all the soldiers who charged, they seemed to be too slow motion. Everyone watched him die on the position. For a moment, grief, fear, anxiety, gloating, and joy... and voices with various complex moods sounded at the same time. Except for a few hard-core political cadres who tried to go up to take back the body of the political commissar regardless of their safety, the other officers and soldiers who charged quietly slowed down, and some even turned around and ran backwards.

"Dada...Dadada..." The machine gun sounds did not stop on the temporary positions of the Russian Imperial Government Army. Due to the short distance, the power of the machine gun was not something that could be resisted by flesh and blood. Moreover, there were rifle bullets and grenades that were constantly fired by soldiers of the Russian Imperial Government Army. In order to regain the body of the political commissar, only two of the seven or eight political cadres who rushed on the political commissar survived in the end, and these two were injured, and judging by the front-line battles at the position, he could not drag the body of the political commissar back, and even his own life could not be guaranteed.

But spirit and will eventually defeated reality. These two heroic political cadres dragged the body of the political commissar for about ten meters in their own direction. But just as hope had reached the moment, a machine gun swept over. The two, including the political commissar who had already died, were shot again by bullets. Three bodies were chairs for a while, and finally fell down...

"The political commissar died, we were defeated..."

"The rear path was cut off by the enemy, it's over!"

"Everyone run! One runs out is one…!"

This caused a chain reaction, and the entire charge troops collapsed suddenly. The soldiers even threw away their weapons and ran desperately towards their side. Without the suppression of the political commissar and other political cadres, the command system of the Fifth Infantry Division was completely paralyzed. As more and more soldiers fled back from the front, the entire division headquarters also became in chaos.

"Good opportunity!"

The major general saw the change in the battle situation at a glance. The Soviet Red Army, which had just charged forward fiercely, wasn't this a good opportunity for God to turn defeat into victory? As long as they could repel this Red Army, they would have the capital to deal with each other again. Moreover, the chaos behind the enemy would inevitably cause a chain reaction in the surrounding areas. The day of escape was right in front of him. The fighter's opportunity passed away. The major general immediately made a decision and commanded his troops to launch a fierce counterattack against the Soviet Red Army.
Chapter completed!