Beiyang 1917

Abandoned by the brigade's main force is obviously an indisputable fact. The temporarily appointed battalion commander in front of him has become the only hope for all the wounded Budyonny cavalry division. Although the Browning heavy machine gun, which has not been damaged, was seized from the coalition forces, whoever owns the gun has the courage to back it up, right?

Following the questioning of the wounded man with the bandage on his head, more and more wounded Red Army soldiers felt a sense of helplessness and helplessness. They either died in battle or became prisoners. It seemed that there was no third way out. The problem was that earlier My army slaughtered nearly 100 coalition prisoners. If they surrender now, who can guarantee that the coalition forces will not retaliate and shoot the prisoners?

For a while, everyone was chattering around Battalion Commander Belov, making the battalion commander so upset that he pulled out his revolver and pointed it at the sky, "snapping" continuously. Three shots, while shouting, "Shut up! Shut up, everyone!"

Only then did the wounded of the Budyonny Cavalry Division calm down. A few of them looked at Comrade Pavel Alekseevich Belov, the battalion commander in front of them with expectant eyes, while most of them looked desperate.

"Everyone listen to me! Listen to me! Shut up and be quiet!" Belov yelled while thinking, I can't stay here for long, I'm looking for death if I want to save the lives of the wounded, it seems I can only lay down my weapons, but I, Belov, managed to get a battalion commander, and I must not just take the blame for the commander Romanenko and the second brigade. I have to think of a way, I have to think of a way.

The guy rolled his eyes, blissful in his heart, and turned to Babel, the political commissar of the acting battalion who had just come back from the closed gate of the coalition army, and said, "Comrade political commissar, you have heard the voices of the soldiers. Now it is not commanding the war, but It is the moment that decides the life and death of the big guys, one mistake, that is, the entire army is wiped out, we must listen to the opinions of the masses, and we must listen to the opinions of the political commissar!"

"Ask me? You are the highest-ranking commander here, so of course you will follow your orders, the battalion commander!" Babel said to his battalion commander in a daze, without the slightest awareness of being a battalion political commissar.

"No, no, no, no, Isaac Emanuilovich, Comrade Political Commissar, at this moment of life and death that determines the fate of the troops, of course you must listen to the opinions of the Political Commissar. Time is running out. If you have anything to serve as a political commissar, please tell everyone quickly. Tell me, I will definitely support the opinion of the political commissar!" Belov allowed this guy to shirk, and forced the political commissar to make up for everyone.

Babel, the acting battalion political commissar, scratched his head when he heard the words, and said hesitantly, "I really want to say? The Cossack commander of the coalition army has a bad temper. He said he would give us three or ten minutes, and we will all be wiped out if we don't put down our weapons. Looking at it, it is impossible to fight, no one can survive, and the coalition forces on the other side want to annihilate us all in one go in order to retaliate! Continuing to resist will only fulfill the opponent's wish! It just happens to drive us all to death!"

When the battalion political commissar said this, many wounded Red Army soldiers around them sat on the ground as if their spines had been pulled out. Many people murmured to themselves and lost their minds. Some even began to cross themselves and pray to their Lord, calling for their mothers. There were not a few young wounded who cried together, and the chaotic and noisy voices on the battlefield were buzzing and thinking non-stop!

"Quiet everyone! Quiet everyone!" Battalion Commander Belov waved his arms and shouted, then turned to Babel and said, "That's very good, let's go on, Comrade Political Commissar, everyone listens Now, at such a critical moment, the firm Bolshevik political commissar has to make decisions for everyone, I said Comrade Political Commissar, are you a Bolshevik?"

"I am a Bolshevik..." At this time, Babel dared not say that he was not a Bolshevik. This guy joined the Bolshevik Party when he was working in the Cheka. translate?

"That would be much easier, Comrade Political Commissar, time is running out, so you should give the big guy an idea!" Belov urged Babel to continue with a grin.

"Let me tell you! Either die in battle or lay down your weapons. Most of the survivors are wounded and unarmed. If you want to continue fighting with the enemy, there is no way to fight. My words are over!" attitude, but kicked the ball to Battalion Commander Belov.

"Understood! I agree with the political commissar's opinion, the wounded are unarmed and unable to continue fighting, even the regiment commander Romanenko here is the same conclusion!" Battalion Commander Belov said loudly, and this fellow directly ignored Baba. Bier started with the sentence "or die in battle", and climbed up following the following paragraph.

"That's right! Even our brigade commander Gorodovikov came to the same conclusion here! Of course, the Kalmyk regiment saved the brigade commander and the division political commissar and ran away early!" I don't know who in the crowd saw the hope of survival The wounded shouted boldly.

"Even if Xia Jianke, the political commissar of the division, is here, he can't draw a second conclusion!" shouted another wounded man hiding in the crowd.

No one dared to say what would happen if the division commander Budyonny was there. Obviously, for the wounded mainly red Cossacks, the second regiment of the second brigade of the Budyonny cavalry division, the division commander Budyonny is still a mythical existence , Never lose a battle, never retreat easily, let alone abandon comrades and wounded.

The word retreat is not in Budyonny's dictionary. The division commander Budyonny at most said, comrades, due to the needs of the situation, we have to move forward in another place!Ulla~~~

"Everyone is quiet! Everyone is quiet! According to the suggestion of Comrade Isaac Emanuilovich Babel, political commissar, by the way, the Chinese have a saying, political commissar, what is it called?" Belov asked abruptly The political commissar of his own agency battalion.

"If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about no firewood!" Babel replied instinctively.

"Okay! That's right! That's great! The political commissar has already said, "If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about firewood." This is the decision. On behalf of the battalion Soviet, all the lightly and seriously wounded of the Second Brigade of the Budyonny Cavalry Division , let's stop fighting, put down our weapons! The coalition forces on the opposite side are also Cossacks and Russians, we don't lose face by doing this, we definitely don't lose face, even if the head of the regiment Romanenko is here, he will definitely do the same, even if the brigade commander is here , and there is no other choice!"

Battalion Commander Belov waved his arms and loudly stated his decision.

"But Comrade Battalion Commander, will the White Guards on the opposite side slaughter the prisoners? If we had known earlier, we shouldn't have shot more than 100 prisoners of the other side..." A wounded man who didn't know the current affairs asked suddenly.

"The opposite is the coalition army, not the White Guards. The coalition command has an order that the torture and massacre of prisoners is absolutely not allowed. This has been confirmed many times on the Ufa battlefield. Otherwise, the 3 people in Rzhevski would not have done it. We just put down our weapons, we only have 1700 people here, and we are not in the eyes of others at all!" Babel, the battalion political commissar with glasses, said in a low voice.

"That's great! After all, you are an intellectual, well-informed and able to analyze! Comrades! That's the decision! All lightly and seriously wounded put down their weapons. This is a decision made by the battalion Soviet. This is your battalion commander and battalion commander. Comrades, you must live to see the day of victory, and if you die, it will be worthless!"

Battalion Commander Belov hugged the political commissar who had just relieved himself, and at the same time waved his pistol and gave the order to the wounded around him to give up resistance.

The surrounding Red Army wounded dropped their rifles and sabers one after another when they heard the words, and the battlefield was filled with gloom and mist, crying, but the original atmosphere of death quietly dissipated a lot.

"Comrade political commissar, I will reserve a class for you. You have dealt with the commander of the coalition army. Whether the wounded can survive or not depends on your words. Dealing with the coalition army depends on you, an intellectual political commissar!" Love lowered his voice and whispered in Babel's ear.

"Battalion commander? Aren't you with us?" Babel was taken aback. Although Belov had only been the battalion commander for an hour or so, at this moment, Babel felt that this freshly baked battalion commander Able to take it and put it down, it is the material of a leader. I didn't expect that after the battalion commander gave up the resistance, he seemed to have other plans?

"Nonsense! I, Pavel Alexievich, am the kind of person who easily bows to the enemy! I still have 30 uninjured cavalry in my hand, and a Browning heavy machine gun! I brought Let this cavalry platoon retreat to the east and go to fight guerrillas! The burden of the wounded will be handed over to you, the political commissar, don't worry, I, Belov, will come back sooner or later!"

As Belov said, he waved his hand, and the more than 30 cavalry behind him got on their horses one after another. This guy also jumped on the mount led by the bearded platoon leader, and raised his hand to salute Babel, the battalion political commissar who was standing dumbfounded on the ground. ,

"Comrade Political Commissar, you lead everyone to save their lives, and we will meet again sooner or later! Victory belongs to the Soviets, and victory belongs to the glorious Budyonny soldiers!"

Then the fellow turned his horse's head, glanced around at the wounded who were stunned like Babel and hadn't recovered, raised the whip in his hand, pointed to the east and shouted at the more than 30 cavalry behind him,

"Cavalry platoon, all of them are there, follow me and move forward!" Said, rushed out first.

More than 30 cavalrymen behind them shouted "Ula~~~" in unison and followed their battalion commander Belov to the east.