Years of the Republic of China 1913

"Where are Zhang's troops?"

The battle has been going on for half an hour. Although the infantry division directly under the Baron tenaciously withstood a wave of enemy attacks, they suffered huge losses.Outnumbered and outnumbered, Frunze invested nearly [-] troops on the front, as well as tanks and cannons. Although the planes overhead had already dropped their bombs, while the Red Army was attacking, several planes swaggered from the Far East. Government troops flew low overhead, and the pressure on the soldiers was palpable.

The infantry division directly under the baron is only in the early [-]s, lacking heavy weapons, and the hastily constructed position can be said to be extremely crude, and because of the defeat of the forward troops, not to mention the soldiers below, even the baron himself has long been panicked. The army is strictly governed, and in addition to commanding the most elite troops in the entire army, I am afraid that they will be defeated as soon as they start fighting.

The number of casualties at the front was getting bigger and bigger, and the anxious baron knew very well that his troops could at most block another wave of enemy attacks, and God knows whether the troops would still be able to fight after the next wave of attacks.

Realizing that the situation was not good, the baron immediately asked for help from the rear, because on the other side of the river, only Zhang Huchen's Chinese Far East Army could save his fate.After dispatching the liaison officer, the baron waited anxiously for the arrival of reinforcements. If Zhang Huchen's troops could arrive in time, perhaps the position could still be held. Government forces would cease to exist.

"Your Excellency, General Zhang has organized troops to cross the river as soon as possible, and he asked us to hold on for another hour!"

"One hour?" The corner of the baron's mouth was bitter, and it would be great if he could last another half an hour under the current situation.In the battle just now, due to the suppression of the enemy's artillery, the forward machine gun position was almost completely destroyed, and the casualties of the troops had reached as high as 20%. Based on his understanding of this army, it was unlikely that he could persist for another hour.Could it be that he will be buried here today?

If there was regret medicine in this world, the baron would definitely give everything to buy a bottle to drink.If he waited to listen to Zhang Huchen's advice and fight steadily, or if he didn't take credit with the Chinese and transported part of the Chinese Far East Army across the river in advance to serve as beachhead defense, everything would not be what it is now.The blame can only be blamed on myself, who was fascinated by the merits and glory.His mind was full of completely defeating Frunze's front army, and then being awarded the title of Marquis or Earl by Her Majesty the Empress.

But now, not to mention defeating Frunze's front army, his government army is almost finished.As for the marquis and earl, there is no need to think about it. If he can escape to death, the furious queen and the cabinet will definitely hold him accountable. His reputation will be ruined, and he will be turned from a hero to a sinner.

"Stanislavsky! Stanislavsky!"

Thinking of this, the baron turned pale.Could it be that the glory of the family will disappear in his own hands?Hearing the bursts of gunfire coming from the opposite side, the baron gritted his teeth and shouted loudly.

"Your Excellency! Are you looking for me?"

Not long after, General Stanislavski, with a face full of ashes and a rifle in his hand, hurried over. As the forward commander, his left arm was slightly injured, blood was oozing from the bandaged cloth, and he walked on his way. It seems a little inconvenient to come.

"How about it?"

The Baron ignored his injury.asked anxiously.

"The situation is very bad sir, the forward position has been retreated 20 meters. The soldiers suffered heavy casualties under the enemy's artillery and crazy attacks. The Red Army attacked us like crazy, although their casualties were not small, but their people were us several times that!"

"Stanislavski..." the baron said with a gloomy expression, "now you lead a battalion and retreat immediately, and retreat to the beach to gather the retreated troops to organize the last line of defense. If I die in battle, the troops will rely on you Here comes the command, and Frunze must not be allowed to occupy the West Bank. Absolutely not!"

General Stanislavski was taken aback, and hurriedly persuaded: "Your Excellency, let me stay! You are the commander-in-chief, and you should organize the final position. Let me command here!"

"Stop talking." The baron waved his hand.Undoubtedly said: "As a nobleman, I can't leave my soldiers, and now I have to stay here. Stanislavsky, you have a great responsibility, the survival of the entire army depends on you, now you are My last hope!"

"Your Excellency!" General Stanislavski knew that the baron was right. As the supreme commander in this situation, once he left his troops and retreated, he might collapse without waiting for the opponent to attack again.In order to buy time, the baron must stay here and be with his soldiers. Only in this way can the morale be boosted, give the soldiers the last hope, and try their best to prevent the enemy from attacking again.

"Go! Don't waste any more time. In addition, in my name, I ask the Chinese allies to come as soon as possible. If... hey... Stanislavsky, my old buddy, I will rely on you next."

After sending away General Stanislavski who had returned to the rear to reorganize the defense line, the baron lit a cigarette and smoked vigorously.He knew very well in his heart that how many troops Stanislavski could gather behind and what kind of final defense he could organize would depend on the final fate of the troops on the West Bank.Although he had already sent someone to ask Zhang Huchen for help, from the time Zhang Huchen's troops gathered to the time when they rushed to the west bank via the pontoon bridge to reinforce him, an hour might not be enough.According to the news just now, the Chinese ally asked him to hold on for another hour, which is likely to give him the courage to hope. According to his experience, the battle here would have ended long ago when the Chinese arrived, and he would be defeated as well. And fell to rest on this land.

Just a few minutes after General Stanislavski left, gunshots rang out from the front again, and the baron's expression changed. He knew that another wave of enemy attacks had begun.Throwing down the half of the cigarette butt, the baron took out his ivory-studded pistol and rushed forward with his battalion of guards.

Rushing to the forward position, the position is already ablaze, and the battle is extremely fierce.The Red Army on the opposite side launched another charge under the cover of the last two tanks. Ullah's shouts resounded through the sky. Still unable to stop the approach of the enemy.

"Boom! Boom!"

A few shells, parts of the machine gun and the body of the machine gunner were thrown into the sky, and scattered on the ground like tatters. When the final machine gun position was pulled out by the enemy, the charging Red Army burst into cheers.

"Warriors of Russia! Warriors of the Empire! My comrades! I! Peter Nikolaevich Wrangel! Baron of the Empire! General of the Empress! I am with you at this moment! Let We fight for the revival of the empire! For our homeland, our relatives and friends! Fight!"

"For the empire! For the homeland! For relatives and friends!"

Seeing that the front line was about to collapse, the baron led the team to charge up by setting an example. At this time, he was like an ordinary soldier, shouting loudly.Seeing the commander-in-chief coming and fighting with him, the troops that could hardly hold back burst out with their last courage. Everyone, from officers to soldiers, stood firmly on the ground regardless of life and death, even though they did not Heavy weapons, without the cover of machine guns, only rifles and grenades in their hands, but under the combat power aroused after the outbreak, they still blocked the enemy's attack, and even at the end, a company commander organized a counterattack, Several non-commissioned officers strapped with grenades rushed to the last two tanks of the Red Army with their flesh and blood, and used their lives to complete their task of dying together.

"Report to Comrade Commander, our army's tanks are all destroyed, the attack has been blocked, and the casualties are extremely high. The regimental commander in charge of the attack requests a temporary retreat..."

Frunze listened to the latest report with a blank face. He had seen through the binoculars just now the scene where the last two tanks were destroyed by the White Bandits with grenades strapped to their bodies.He didn't expect that the White Bandit Army had such brave soldiers, and when the large army was defeated, only one infantry teacher and student who lacked heavy equipment blocked the counterattack of his army.

"Retreat? Why retreat?" Frunze said coldly: "Tell him not to retreat even a step, and continue to organize the attack until the last person! If he dares to take a step back, immediately enforce battlefield discipline! The enemy is about to be killed Defeated, what we need now is time! Now time is the most precious!" (To be continued..)