To the west of the line of defense of the paratrooper brigade, eight hundred cavalry were on standby.

By telegram, Tapunov conveyed to him the request for a sortie.

The cavalry battalion commander Little Volmansky had been waiting for this permission for a long time, and he looked back at the many cavalry soldiers behind him, which was really like a forest of spears and dazzling swords! The soldiers listened to the endless guns of the friendly troops, and everyone's hearts were itching, and the military discipline dictated, and everyone waited for the orders of their battalion commanders.

Little Wormansky straightened up his somewhat retro Budyonny military cap, drew his sabre, and the crotch mount also matched its owner, so that Little Wormansky came to his subordinates with a beautiful horizontal sword.

He called out loudly: "Like the Cossacks of the ancient Dnieper!" Raise your sabers and spears and follow me! Attack the fascists! Drive them into the Dnieper! Ulla! ”

In an instant, the cavalry battalion erupted with an astonishing roar, and the horses neighed en masse.

Little Volmansky raised his saber high above his head and led the whole battalion of officers and men to launch a group charge.

Most of these cavalry warriors were very old, and they all had in common the fact that they had ridden horses and were even veterans of the Russian Civil War. Their own horses had to be fed and cared for by themselves, and within a short time all captured horses had developed a bond with their new owners.

The charge of the eight hundred cavalry sent a tremor to the earth, and they galloped wildly across the riverside plains at great speed.

The Germans, who had lost their armor and were hit by the fierce fire of the paratrooper brigade, suddenly saw a wall coming towards them.

"What the hell, what's that? It's a Cossack ?! Is it cavalry? The Russians still have cavalry?! Quetzal couldn't believe his eyes for a moment, but he really saw that a large number of cavalry were coming towards him.

What to do? What to do!

Quetzal was trembling as he saw his men scurrying in panic, and even resistance was weak.

In fact, to resist the cavalry charge, the troops were gathered into a phalanx, all the machine guns were arranged, and the cavalry could be shot with great firepower.

The Soviets naturally knew this, so the cavalry was fully dispatched when it was certain that the German mentality had collapsed.

Little Volmansky held his saber high and shouted: "Brothers, hack this group of fascists, we do not accept surrender, avenge the death of our loved ones!" ”

As the cavalry approached the fleeing Germans, they formed a wall of cavalry, armed with spears, and pointed their spears in front of them, as if they had gone back a hundred years.

The Russian hussars charged Napoleon's army, but unfortunately, the Germans of the 20th century did not calmly stop and counterattack on the spot.

The Germans launched some counterattacks, and a few machine guns killed some cavalry, but when the machine guns ran out of ammunition and magazines, they found that the secondary shooter in charge of the reserve ammunition had long since disappeared.

The cavalry successfully tore apart the last bit of resistance of the German army, and the horses charged at a high speed of 40 kilometers, and the powerful force directly knocked the enemy away, and some of the enemy did not have a spearhead to kill.

The German soldiers, who were lucky enough to survive, immediately fell under a large number of horses' hooves, and the hooves nailed to the iron horseshoe finally stamped them into a pulp.

The cavalry, wielding sabers, wantonly slashed and slashed at lone German soldiers, and at least 500 of them were caught in a melee with the cavalry.

The spear-wielding cavalry was gone, and the spears were still left on some of the dead bodies, and they drew their sabers and continued to chop.

A German soldier had a nervous breakdown, throwing his weapon and kneeling on the ground, his hands raised in the air, his face weeping, his mouth muttering German and longing for forgiveness.

However, the younger Volmansky did not give forgiveness, and besides, it was difficult for the troops to take prisoners in this kind of melee. He did not speak, raised his saber with his eyebrows raised, and at once slashed off the enemy's head, and the blood stained his military uniform red.

Most of the cavalry who continued to fight, they and their mounts were stained with the blood of the enemy.

After this enemy, Wormansky Jr. did his best to control the formation, because he noticed that his troops had fallen into a melee with this group of lone Germans, and the Germans had more soldiers, and they were still fleeing.

"Don't fall in love with the war, quickly get rid of these enemies, and we will continue to pursue!"

His order went unnoticed by everyone, and a small number of cavalry began to pursue, only to be repulsed by German fire.

After all, the cavalry has fallen behind the times, and their classical charge still paid a lot of casualties after all. Especially in the melee, even the indiscriminate fire of a German submachine gunner can cause a large number of bullets to the horses.

Only a small number of cavalry warriors were armed with pistols, and many more, after dealing with the enemy in front of them, unloaded their rifles and began to shoot at the fleeing enemy.

The fierce battle lasted more than ten minutes, and the Germans had already run far away.

Little Wormansky was very annoyed, his eyes were blood-red, and he only hated himself for not being able to do it. The horses were so tired from the long assault and the fierce battles that followed that the cavalry needed a rest before they could attack further. It seems that the glory of the final blow of annihilating the enemy will be left to the friendly forces.

Little Womansky raised his binoculars and looked north, only to see that the paratrooper brigade had already lined up the skirmish line and advanced to the south.

Looking at the Germans who had already run away, they were running south in a hurry, but suddenly, all of them began to turn around and rush towards the Dnieper.

He laughed loudly: "Haha! It seems that the Germans were driven by our friendly forces like geese across the river. Unfortunately, it is unknown whether this group of people can swim or not! ”

Little Womanski smiled very boldly, but with his blood-red horror appearance, this laughter was also a little more hideous.

A cavalry company commander rode his blood-stained white horse to the battalion commander: "Sir! It's time to tidy up the team, some of the fighters are injured and need to be treated, and everyone is tired. ”

"Of course you have to rest. And lo and behold! Little Wormansky pointed to the south, "The Germans are ready to dive, and our comrades will help us wipe them out on the riverbank." We now put our troops in order, heal the wounded, and gather the victims. ”

"And what about the German prisoners of war?"

"Prisoners of war?" Little Wormansky was stunned.

The company commander immediately replied: "My company has arrested more than 50 people, what should I do?" ”

"What should I do? I said before that it was all wiped out, but we don't have to continue the pursuit for the time being, the situation has completely changed. Your company will gather the prisoners of war, tie their arms all together, and shoot those who disobey. The remaining prisoners of war were handed over to the commander, and I believe that the command was not stingy with rewards. ”

The originally lush riverside plain was suddenly full of corpses, both German and Soviet, and some horses. The flowing blood stained the grass red, and the surviving Soviet soldiers dismounted one after another and calmly began to clean the battlefield, as if it were a normal thing. And the horses seemed to be strange, without the corpses of all humans or their own kind, and they bent their necks to avoid the blood and water, and gnawed on the grass for themselves.

Little Volmansky was smoking a cigarette, he knew that he would not need to be responsible for the next battle, and the paratrooper brigade would not need to continue the attack, and the Soviet troops in ambush in the north would basically only need to be spectators to witness the end of the German army......