The first attack of the Russian Red Army cavalry division was a complete failure, and under the heavy fire of direct fire from two pillboxes that seemed to be fangs, it was absolutely impossible to attack in any way.

On the first day of engagement, the two cavalry regiments of the main attack suffered heavy losses. 600 valiant cavalrymen fell on two pillboxes and fired a dense crossfire.

Also because of the two blockhouses, the cavalry was unable to break into the enemy's city and attack the enemy's airfield and artillery positions, resulting in the artillery of the cavalry division suffering serious losses in the subsequent battles under the double pressure of the opponent's air and ground.

Even, for the sake of the general attack in the early hours of tomorrow morning, they will not provide fire support in the first half of the night's attack.

"Without stopping the offensive at night, we will continue to attack until the enemy forces are completely surrendered! What must be done before launching at 5 a.m. is to capture or completely destroy those two hateful nails at all costs. ”

"Pull out the nails", this is Paul. Kochagin received the order that his company was transformed from a reserve into the main attack in the middle of the night.

To this end, he carefully observed the bunker in front of him, which had devoured hundreds of lives. In the telescope, these bunkers look like cauldrons of boiling water in the cold night. All the windows used for observation and shooting were bubbling outward.

"If we can attack the night before the attack, we can effectively watch *one* book* read *little* say the words!"

In fact, the double-glazed glass that could insulate the cold at that time could not reveal the location of this hidden firepower point at all. Unless they open their windows and get ready to shoot, it will all come to the fore on this cold night. Therefore, on the first day of arrival, even if a small armed reconnaissance was carried out, such a pillbox was still not likely to be discovered.

Now the battlefield is deserted, and one cannot help but mistakenly understand that this is a peaceful camp in the great forest. If the guess is correct, the pillboxes and trenches on the opposite enemy's front, which had been destroyed by artillery fire during the day, were being repaired at a rapid pace. When tomorrow dawns, everything will be back to its original state.

"Oh, Paul, is that the rag holding us back?"

The battalion commander Babin came to Paul's concealment department, and like most of the cavalry, he had a strong smell of Mohe smoke in addition to the smell of horse sweat. Accordingly, Paul. Kochagin was certain that for his venerable battalion commander, smoking was far more important than eating.

He turned his head, and in the darkness, the battalion commander's foxskin hat was tilted on the side of his head. He was not the same as the pointed hats worn by ordinary soldiers. The tight-fitting Cherkes suit was neatly armed, and his lips were like all Cossack cavalrymen's sharp beards, and he always looked as if he was drunk.

He was usually a stern man, and when the soldiers saw him, the fear that came from the bottom of their hearts immediately made them behave properly.

"Why is there any difficulty?"

"Report to Comrade Battalion Commander, there is no difficulty!"

"No difficulty? Hum! ”

For some reason, the battalion commander, known as "Roaring Babin", snorted coldly. Kochakin's answer was not satisfactory. After that, he didn't pay attention to anyone anymore, and he himself came to the front of the artillery team mirror and carefully observed the situation on the battlefield.

After looking at it for a moment, he turned around, and he gave orders to the officers or communicators around him.

"You guys, turn back and walk in unison!"

It has become a habit for the soldiers, because the roar of "Roaring Babin" is enough to make them feel fear, even more so than the fear caused by the bullets fired by the enemy.

Amid the sound of "click" footsteps, the soldiers stepped out of the shelter in order, and the footsteps faded away, and it was obvious that they would not stop if no one drank to tell them to stop.

"Paul, I'm going to say you're a bastard!"

"Roaring Babin" began to "roar", as if the beasts were roaring menacingly, and he was clearly trying to suppress his voice in order not to be heard.

"What do you do with these soldiers? There were no difficulties, no support from artillery fire. Attacking pillboxes at night and sending them to hell with explosives is not difficult in such a combat mission? How many soldiers' lives are you going to risk for this mission? ”

Obviously, for Paul. Kochakin's behavior of asking only about the task, but not raising difficulties and not asking for support, felt unreasonable. Political workers who do not know much about military affairs do not understand this kind of thing, and they often lead their troops to carry out a kind of tragic "death" under some rash guarantees!

It is incomprehensible to such old officers as "Roaring Babin", who came out of the Petersburg Military Academy and accepted Bolshevism. In the same way, in the new revolutionary Red Army, these two groups of people tend to be on opposite sides.

To attack a fortified fort at night, some artillery support was necessary. However, the divisional fire battalion suffered huge losses from the enemy's artillery and air power, and the fire companies of the regiments also came under heavy attack during the daytime attack, and the losses were unprecedented. But the reserve regiment suffered almost no losses during the whole day's fighting, because it did not take part in the battle.

Paul. Kochagin heard a certain deep friendship in this rather impolite, but somewhat affectionate "roar", even though he knew that the battalion commander Babin was not willing to admit such feelings at any time.

Paul. Kochagin endured everything silently, and in the darkness of the hidden department, he maintained an upright posture. After a few words of "Growling Babin", he stopped "growling", and he came to the artillery mirror, and in the darkness asked Paul. Kochagin beckoned.

"Come here and tell me what you're going to do!"

"Yes, Comrade Battalion Commander!"

Paul. Kochagin went to the observation port of the Concealment Department and picked up his binoculars.

"Comrade battalion commander, do you see the depression in front of the pillbox? Our sharpshooters will be on that line, along with the machine guns, to stop the firing port from attacking us. Provided that if they find out, otherwise we will be quiet. The sapper team will then dig the trench all the way to the vicinity of the bunker and settle the battle with explosives. This will all be done before Dawn launches a general assault! ”

In Paul. While Kochagin was speaking, "Growling Babin" did not speak, and listened quietly to Paul. Kochakin's plan of attack.

"If your actions are detected by the other side, then you will definitely be attacked by enemy artillery, especially the mortar fire in the pillbox, how are you going to deal with it? Those high-level machine guns and mortars will beat you to the point where you can't lift your head! ”

"Comrade battalion commander, I am sure that you will give me fire support then, and you will definitely be able to protect us until we can get close to there and install the explosives!"

Paul. Kochakin's words silenced the "roar" for a moment, and in the night his gaze shone strangely brightly, and that gaze stared straight at Hor. Kochakin. It seems that only then did he realize that what he was looking at was a veteran who had come down from the battlefield, not those who had not been tested on the battlefield, some confused bastards! The Commanders are a big annoyance to those guys.

In the dark hidden part, "Roaring Babin" "roared" again.

"Ah, you little bastard, are they all right? You knew I was going to be here, and I gave you my support firepower, what a bastard! ”

While scolding, he began to pull out the cigarette paper and his cigarette purse. The fingers that had become thick with their weapons, in the darkness, moved nimbly and nimbly like the tentacles of insects, and in the blink of an eye a cigarette took shape in front of his fingers.

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The cigarette rolls are passed into Paul. Kochagin's hands.

"We are cavalry, Mo Heyan and vodka are indispensable treasures of our cavalry!"

At this time, when "Roaring Babin" spoke, he seemed to be a slow-speaking big brother. If you look at it from another aspect, in his mind, Paul. Kochagin has become his brother.

In the midst of a series of coughs, Paul took a big puff of Mohe's cigarette. Kochagin's performance, only "Roaring Babin" was satisfied.

"Well, that's a good commander, give me the cigarette paper and cigarette purse I have for you! Ready, we'll take those two piles of rag, bring the observers of the battalion mortar platoon, and let them keep in touch with the gunners with flashlights! ”

At two o'clock in the morning, everything was ready. The cold wind swept across the battlefield, turning into infantry cavalrymen, crawling across the battlefield strewn with corpses in their overcoats. There, the men were as hard as ice sculptures as the dead horses. They remained in the same position as they had been killed in battle, but most of the bodies were mutilated. Kochagin knew that those were the result of a 12.7-mm high-flat dual-purpose machine gun strike.

Paul crawling forward. Kochagin held the small grip on the handguard in front of the M-1 Eagle assault rifle and dragged the gun forward. From the small brim of the Red Army's pointed hats, he could see some dim light coming from the two pillboxes called "tattered", and even the sound of the radio was coming from there.

"The guys who live in these bunkers are some comfortable guys, and they must be smoking mohe cigarettes and drinking vodka too!"

Like the Red Army, these White Army were Russians, and even they had almost the same hobbies as those who crawled outside, trying to try to destroy them.

"But now we have to fight, because ......"

Come to think of it, Paul. Kochagin couldn't think anymore. Except because their beliefs are completely different from their own beliefs. But is it a legitimate thing to massacre a group of people of one's own race simply because of faith?

As we all know, such thinking did not make any sense in the case of the domestic revolutionary war.

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