Within the command of the First Army, the commander, General Preshan, was speaking to the chief of staff, Major General Zamfil.

"The cavalry division and the third division have already crossed the river, and the second division is also crossing the river, let the twelfth division hurry up."

The chief of staff, Major General Zamfil, persuaded him. "Chief of the General Staff, you are too anxious, you must know that the 12th Division is stationed in Slobozia, which is the farthest in the whole army. Now they are fast enough, and Bulgaria is completely defenseless against us, so there is no need for them to rush over, just according to the stipulated time. ”

When Preshan heard the words of his chief of staff, he also knew that he was a little anxious. However, who made almost the entire plan do it, and now he is under a lot of pressure, so he is more urging his subordinate divisions in terms of requirements, as if he is afraid that they will not be able to keep up with the plan.

After seeing that Lieutenant General Plieshan listened to his words, the chief of staff, Major General Zamfil, continued to speak. "And if we act too quickly, we will cause our First Army to form a rash advance, and I am afraid that it will provide an opportunity for the Bulgarian army."

When Preshan heard the words of the chief of staff, he explained to him. "I have already taken into account in this regard that the Second Army will hold back the Bulgarian reinforcements that may arrive earlier while we and the Third Army capture Suman and Varna respectively. It was believed that in the face of the Second Army, the Bulgarian army of 120,000 would not be able to break through their lines. ”

Major General Zamfil knew that this was still the closure of the Chief of the General Staff, Prishan, and with the fortifications and well-equipped Second Army, it was estimated that it would be no problem to resist the Bulgarian army that could withstand 160,000.

The Romanian Second Army, which was worried about the two of them, rushed all the way to the next stop, Biara, after breaking through a small group of enemy troops in Ruse.

The small city of Biara is located between Ruse and Polski, and there is also a road to Pliven, which is a strategic point. However, due to the strength of the troops, only one regiment is guarded here, and more than half of them are local conscripted militia. So Lieutenant General Andrew arranged for the 2nd Praetorian Division to take charge of capturing this place, but now the 2nd Praetorian Division was still thirty kilometers away from Biala.

"Hurry up."

A company commander wearing the rank of captain was sweating profusely against the sun urging his soldiers to hurry. These soldiers were even worse than the company commander, dressed in military uniforms as if they had been fished out of water, panting and walking tiredly.

The division commander Admiya, who was observing all this from the side, saw that his soldiers were too tired, and said to one of the heralds beside him. "Let the soldiers rest for half an hour before walking."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the fiery sun in the sky, wiped the sweat from his face, and cursed secretly. "It's damn weather."

"Okay, Commander, you can save some effort, we can't reach Biara today in this weather."

The chief of staff, Widdleff, saw that his partner was dissatisfied with the weather, and opened his mouth to persuade him.

Hearing the words of the chief of staff, Division Commander Admia looked at the sky again, still with a dazzling light, and said in a scoundrel voice. "Looks like it's only tomorrow."

"The division commander ordered a temporary rest for half an hour."

As the herald conveyed the order, the officers and men of the 2nd Praetorian Division all stopped. They each found a place with shade to rest, some took out a kettle and drank it in small sips, and more began to play in the shade of the tree for a while to recover their strength.

Division Commander Admia looked at the still exhausted soldier in front of him and asked the chief of staff beside him. "Did any of our soldiers faint from heat stroke?"

Hearing the question of the division commander of Admiya, the chief of staff told him. "There are more than a dozen, and I have arranged for doctors to help these people, but if you go slower today, there shouldn't be too many people suffering from heat stroke."

Hearing the words of the chief of staff, Division Commander Admia frowned and thought for a while. "Without slowing down, we'll arrive in Biara early tomorrow morning."

The chief of staff said with a frown and a little worry. "However, it is estimated that there are at least dozens of people suffering from heat stroke in this way."

The commander of the Admia division did not reply, and said in a firm tone. "Heat stroke will not kill people, let the transport group behind be responsible for sheltering these people suffering from heat stroke, and we will move forward at the current speed."

After hearing the words of the division commander of Admiya, the chief of staff could only do so.

After resting for half an hour, the 2nd Praetorian Division began to move again towards its destination, Biara.

The next morning, the 2nd Praetorian Division finally arrived in Biala. A Bulgarian regiment was already stationed here to block the footsteps of the 2nd Janissaries Division.

The commander of the Ademia division, with the chief of staff, was on the high ground and began to observe the fortifications of these Bulgarians. Due to the rush of time, they only dug trenches outside the town and stacked sandbags in the town. Most of the soldiers stationed in it are elderly people over half a hundred years old, and there are children who are only 15 or 6 years old.

Looking at such rudimentary fortifications and such troops, Major General Admia felt that it would be a dereliction of duty to let them defend for half a day. Thinking of this, Division Commander Admia commanded the chief of staff beside him in a deep voice. "Let the artillery fire, the second regiment prepares for the attack, and we have lunch in the town at noon."

"Okay"

The Chief of Staff gave orders to a waiting herald, who ran down as fast as he could.

With the order of the commander of the Admia Division, the 18 mountain artillery battalions of the 75 mountain artillery battalion, which could keep up with the footsteps of the 2nd Janissary Division, began to launch artillery bombardment on the Bulgarian soldiers stationed in the positions.

"Boom~Boom~Boom"

Although the artillery fire was not fierce, the garrison regiment, which was mostly a militia, still showed some signs of instability, and the officers and men of the 2nd Janissary Division faintly heard it, and there seemed to be a cry from the defensive positions there. These militiamen, who have only picked up their guns for less than a few days, have trained their ability to withstand artillery fire, walk through the queue, and know how to shoot even if the commander is well-trained.

Before the shelling was over, the 2nd Regiment went on the attack. When the Bulgarian troops saw the attack of the 2nd Praetorian Division, many of them opened fire on them. However, the accuracy was worried, and not a single soldier of the second regiment fell for a long time.

Commander Admia couldn't help but be happy when he saw such a scene through his binoculars, if he could hit someone four or five hundred meters away, it would require God's blessing to do it, and he saw that the defenders here were very weak. But he was right when he thought about it, Bulgaria had mobilized nearly half a million troops out of a population of 4 million, and it would be hell if there were still troops of the right age.

The soldiers of the 2nd Regiment rushed towards their positions, and after approaching three hundred meters, the artillerymen, fearing that they would hurt their own men, stopped shelling, and at this time the fire of the Bulgarian defense increased greatly. From time to time, soldiers were knocked out, but this did not affect the morale of the second regiment in any way. As the distance approached, the gunfire of the second regiment's counterattack also arrived as expected. Compared to these soldiers, who have only been in the army for a few days, they are much more powerful, and in the trenches people are constantly hit in the head and fall to the ground. And the various machine guns of the 2nd Regiment were also added to it, so that these defending soldiers could not raise their heads. Seeing that people around them were hit from time to time, these Bulgarian recruits finally couldn't help it, and from time to time someone dropped their guns and fled backwards.

Seeing that the morale of the defenders was greatly reduced, the 2nd Regiment launched a general attack, completely ignoring the bullets fired from the opposite side, seeing such a scene, which made the defending Bulgarian soldiers run more. By the time the 2nd Regiment rushed into the trenches, almost half of them were running to the rear.

"A battalion will chase me over."

The commander of the 2nd Regiment shouted to his 1st battalion, so the soldiers of the 2nd Regiment divided into a part to continue the pursuit, and the remaining soldiers began to start a hand-to-hand battle with the Bulgarian soldiers who were still holding their positions.

It was clear that these soldiers, who could not even shoot accurately, were the opponents of Romanian soldiers who had been trained for several years, and they fell to the positions they were holding.

Seeing such a scene, the division commander Admia said to the chief of staff beside him. "Let's go over."

The Bulgarians, who had held their ground, suffered heavy casualties in their resistance, and more and more surrendered to the 2nd Regiment. After all, white-knuckle combat requires not only courage but also a wealth of skill, which these Bulgarian recruits and second-line troops lack.

The second regiment, having settled the Bulgarian soldiers on the position, left some to guard the prisoners, and the others, led by a major battalion commander, began to search house by house in the town, which escaped Bulgarian soldiers.

PS Two chapters for eight hours, and I was also drunk.