On the banks of the Tisza River, a large number of Romanian soldiers are passing through a pontoon bridge built by sappers. In Szeged, Solnok, and Eger, the Romanian army crossed the Tisza River and swept towards Budapest, the capital of Hungary.

Among these three armies, the right army, led by Lieutenant General Ankodar of the 1st Janissary Division, planned to capture the cities of Szeged, Kecskemed, and Széxade and overthrow its Soviet power in southern Hungary. The main force led by General Salamik in the center captured Solnok and slowly approached Budapest, leaving it incapable of breaking up the offensive on the north and south.

And the Northern Route Army, led by the commander of the 3rd Division, Lieutenant General Mandev, captured the northern cities of Eger, Miskolc, and Sauergotaurkyan. Then they will join the army of the middle and wait for the troops of the southern front, ready to encircle Budapest.

All three armies are equipped with sufficient radio stations to facilitate communication between the various units at any time. And in order to prevent the group charge that had already appeared in the Russian Civil War, the machine guns had been equipped to the company and platoon level, so that the Romanian soldiers had enough firepower to block the enemy's crowd tactics.

In the face of the Romanian three-way army, Szeged and Sornok, two cities close to the Tisza River, immediately felt great pressure.

"The Romanians are coming."

In Sornok, the city on the Tissa River closest to Budapest, the news of the Romanian attack caused many people to panic. What these hateful imperial doglegs had done east of the Tisza River had spread through the fleeing Hungarians in the city. They drove away the local Hungarians, drove away all these innocent people, and they had to carry only their belongings, which was pitiful.

Therefore, when they learned that the Romanian army was coming, a large number of people fled from their homes with their belongings and salutes, and took horse-drawn carriages and other means of transportation to flee. The crowd of people who were unable to get on the transport, and who were heading down the road to Budapest and Székesbehär, farther away from the Romanians, planned to take refuge west of the Danube.

So from Solnok west out of the city, the crowd is moving slowly. Only the young and ignorant children looked around their families, and they felt that this strange thing was so strange in front of them.

Around them, quite a few Hungarian People's Army soldiers were maintaining order. There are also large conscription banners hanging on the side of the road, with slogans to protect the family and defend the country. And from time to time, despite the opposition of their families, someone walks out of the fleeing team and comes to the recruiting office under the banner to become a recruit who is about to go to the battlefield.

Everything looks so helpless, but it's all a personal choice, some people want to escape the peace, and some people go to the battlefield to fight.

On the Romanian side of Sornok, a large number of Hungarian soldiers hid in trenches and other fortifications, waiting for the Romanian army to attack. It can be seen from the nervous expressions of their clenched weapons and constantly looking around that many of these people have battlefield experience. And judging from their age, they are all under the age of eighteen and over the age of thirty-five. These people are generally not accepted by the army, and now they are forced to take up arms and fight to defend their homeland.

"It's coming, it's coming."

The Hungarian soldiers, who were anxiously waiting for torture, waited for an unknown amount of time, and suddenly someone with sharp eyes noticed that the Romanian army in dark green military uniforms in the distance was visible.

The soldier's mood became more tense, but then the leading officer appeared in front of everyone. I saw these officers say to them loudly: "Don't be afraid, the enemy has nothing to fear, and he will die if he is shot." Hold the weapon in your hand, as long as you remember the essentials of shooting, you will definitely defeat the enemy's attack. ”

The officers repeated these words of comfort in the trenches.

In fact, these Hungarian officers, who had been promoted to the firing line for less than a month, were just soldiers and ordinary people before. Moreover, this defensive combat mission, which is their first battle, can only be resigned to fate for the result. However, the superior commander is still a real officer, so he knows what the soldiers need most at the moment. These officers took the words given to them by their superiors and repeatedly pacified the soldiers on the battlefield, and it seemed that the effect was not bad.

"Boom, boom, boom."

At this moment, the Romanian artillery fire of the attacking side fell one after another on the trenches and their surroundings. In the face of ferocious shelling, this caused a commotion among the Hungarian soldiers in the position.

"Get down, get down and dodge the shells."

The conscientious officers bent over the choking smoke of gunpowder and shrapnel that threatened to kill them, and shouted orders to the soldiers in the trenches. For some frightened and overwhelmed soldiers, they went up and kicked them down in the trenches. Although they knew it was wrong, they could at least save the lives of the soldiers.

Hungarian soldiers, who dodged shells in various positions, had to endure not only shells that could be hit. The screams of wounded soldiers could be heard around the trenches, and sometimes the unlucky ones flew to their side with broken hands and feet after being hit, all of which made them turn pale with fright.

It seems that these people who were encouraged to go to the battlefield were not mentally prepared for the cruelty of the battlefield.

There was always a time when the incoming shells ran out, and when the Romanian army stopped the artillery, the Hungarian soldiers who had endured the ordeal felt that they had finally come back to hell. But before they could breathe a sigh of relief, the officer hurriedly shouted to them with an anxious look on his face: "Get up, get up, get up." The enemy is about to attack. ”

The soldiers looked up at the position, and they were startled by the situation outside, and the Romanians had already touched the distance of only four or five hundred meters from them.

"Remember the shooting essentials that you were taught, and get ready for battle."

The officer's words sounded in their ears, causing the soldiers to pick up their weapons and aim at the enemy who appeared in front of them.

When the Romanians were only three or four hundred meters away, the officers immediately gave a loud order: "Now is it, open fire." ”

"Fire."

"Pap~Pap~Papa~Pap"

At the sound of the officer's command, many soldiers who had fought for the first time pulled the trigger.

The continuous burst of gunfire immediately made the attacking Romanian soldiers lie on the ground. This caused many soldiers who were fighting for the first time to exclaim, "Hit." ”

At this time, he is often reprimanded by the officer. "Rejoice what, it's just a response from the enemy. Continuing to fire does not give the enemy a chance. ”

Sure enough, the Romanian soldiers who fell were basically still crawling, and the results this time were not satisfactory.

"Pap~Pap~Papa~Pap"

With excellent training and good marksmanship, a counter-attack from Romania also came to them. Many Hungarian soldiers fell silently in the trenches during the enemy's counterattack. And the comrades-in-arms around them can't scruple too much at all, and can only continue to exchange fire with the enemy.

The combat performance of the soldiers on both sides on the front line was recorded by their respective commanders. Unlike the Hungarian commander's anxious performance, Major General Foktor, the commander of the 7th Division, who was in charge of commanding the battle, looked at the messy counterattack fire of the Hungarians, and said to Admiral Salamik, who was also observing the battle: "The enemy's combat ability this time is very poor, but the morale is much higher than before. ”

Your Excellency, the Admiral, who personally went to the front line to check the enemy's situation, put down the binoculars in his hand and replied: "You are right, these enemies are indeed fighting very tenaciously. If we give them enough time to train, they will be our formidable enemy. ”

But will Admiral Salamik give the enemy time?

He said to Major General Foktor: "We have observed the state of the enemy, and it may be that the troops in other parts of Hungary are not trained the same as the enemy in front of them, but some of them are still the same. You'll be in charge of taking Solnock next. ”

"Yes, Your Excellency."

After seeing Admiral Salamik leave, Foctor gave an order to his staff officers: "Immediately order the troops to increase their firepower and concentrate superior forces to break through the enemy's positions in one go." I'm going to spend the night in Solnok tonight. ”

"Yes, Commander."

With the order given by Foktor, the sound of Romanian artillery became more violent. And the front-line troops, who were still tentative attacks before, have also become ferocious. More importantly, the appearance of a regimental unit at the junction of two defensive units was the inevitable result of testing the enemy's weak underbelly.

And a Hungarian battalion-sized unit defending the area changed dramatically when it saw a regiment of Romanian troops appear in front of them. The battalion commander pulled the sixteen or seventeen-year-old herald and hurriedly ordered: "The telephone line has been blown up, immediately ask the regiment commander for reinforcements." If the reinforcements are late, they will have to collect the corpses for us. ”

After being let go by the battalion commander, the herald, who was still a teenager, immediately rushed to the regimental headquarters, and the lives of hundreds of people in the battalion would be killed.

Looking at the herald who was rushing away, the battalion commander picked up the phone next to him and said eagerly to his regiment commander: "Regiment commander, the enemy has launched a fierce attack on my position, and now we need reinforcements. Yes, please rest assured that people are in the position. I hope reinforcements will come soon, or you may not see me. ”

After putting down the phone, the battalion commander took out his last cigarette and smoked it. As a veteran of many years of fighting, he still doesn't know the current danger. This time the enemy had four or five times the superior forces, and he was also well-trained and had an advantage in firepower. And he has less than 400 people, and most of them are recruits. And the only support weapon in the battalion was only a 57-gun that was hit.

It's a tough battle. After the last puff of his cigarette, the Hungarian battalion commander flashed to the girl he liked in the village. He sighed and said to himself: "Liana, this time I will go back alive and marry you." ”

More intense artillery fire came down on their positions. And the reinforcements sent by their regimental commander could not approach this position under the bombardment of these artillery fires.

The remaining Hungarian soldiers were still holding out on the positions that had been bombarded by artillery fire as if they were ploughing over the ground. However, the Romanian soldiers, who were pouring in from all sides, would not give them a chance to defend.

After a short exchange of fire, a brutal white-knuckle battle unfolded on this position. At this time, the weakness of the Hungarian soldiers' lack of training was infinitely magnified, and many soldiers fell in pools of blood without even touching the corners of the enemy's clothes. The few soldiers and officers who could compete with the enemy had to face the flanking attack of many people. So this white-knuckle battle was a complete disaster for the Hungarian soldiers.

On the position, the Hungarian officers and soldiers fell one after another, and the position was gradually taken by the Romanian army. By the time only the last small section of the position remained, the Hungarian officers and soldiers were almost killed, and the battalion commander was one of the surviving ones.

He was holding a rifle with a bayonet on it, confronting several Romanian soldiers. From the corpses of several Romanian soldiers who fell beside him, it can be seen that his level of white-knuckle warfare is evident. And the confrontation between the two sides without squinting also declared mutual fear.

"Ah~"

At this time, two screams affected the balance of the two sides of the confrontation. Seeing the happy faces of the Romanian soldiers who confronted him, the battalion commander chuckled inwardly, it seemed that his comrades had been killed.

At this time, a Romanian soldier observed the distraction of the enemy in front of him, and immediately stepped forward, a thrust to take out the difficult opponent.

The battalion commander gave way to the rifle with a bayonet when the enemy stabbed, and at the same time he swung the butt of his rifle and hit the enemy in the face. The attacking soldier immediately covered his face with his hands and let out a terrible cry of pain. The battalion commander raised his rifle to deal with the opponent, and at this time he felt a sharp pain in his waist, a sense of powerlessness rose in his heart, and the weapon in his hand also fell on the battlefield. He turned his head slowly, and found two bayonets stuck in his waist, his own blood running down the wound to the surface of his feet.

At this time, the two bayonets stabbed in his waist were retracted, and he fell to the ground without support, and his eyes gradually felt heavy and weak. But at this time, his beloved girl Leana appeared in his eyes, and she looked at him smiling so sweetly and charmingly. The battalion commander, who gradually entered the dying, also showed a smile, which was his sincere smile of missing his beloved girl.

Immediately after seizing this position, the Romanian army widened the gap in the position on both sides. At this time, the Hungarian commander made a big mistake, he ordered his troops to withdraw to the city after seeing the enemy breakthrough, trying to use the terrain and houses in the city as fortifications to continue to resist the Romanian attack.

This cannot be said to be a wrong decision, except that he overestimated the quality of his army. As soon as the order to retreat was given, the Hungarian soldiers, who had only been in the army for a short time, immediately herded their sheep. So he said that they were retreating, but they were on the run. It's completely their own way, and the officer leading the team is also dumbfounded, and he doesn't know who to chase at all.

And the Romanian army, which was behind them, certainly not giving the enemy a chance to regroup, immediately caught up. Seeing the enemy's pursuit, the Hungarian soldiers ran even more cheerfully. Along the way, various weapons were discarded on the side of the road, and even some military uniforms were abandoned by their owners on the road.

Major General Foktor's request was fulfilled ahead of schedule, and he moved into the city of Solnok in the evening, and still had time to walk around the city.

The army of the central line quickly took Sornok, and the army of the southern front was not slow, and in the same night took Szeged on the banks of the Tisza.

Because there were no cities by the river, the army on the northern route failed to make a breakthrough. However, they also swept away the Hungarian army along the Tissar River, which can be regarded as a hidden danger.

When the Romanian army sent troops and showed strength, there was talk of them.