"Cavalry!"

Almost at the same time that Brovchenko's cavalry regiment emerged from behind the hillside, it was discovered, and a German tank crew immediately let out a hoarse shout. He shouted this not because he was afraid, the cavalry encountered the tanks, and the only fate that awaited them was to be slaughtered. He shouted this only to attract the attention of the other tankers and to transfer the fire of tanks and armored vehicles from the hillside to the cavalry.

Under the machine gun interception of tanks and armored vehicles, cavalry was constantly planted, and horses were constantly falling over while running, and while tripping other horses, they were swept under the iron hooves around them along with their owners. But even so, the war horse in the high-speed impact is constantly advancing.

In just a few moments, the cavalry had rushed close to a short distance, hundreds of war horses were galloping at the same time, and the movement of the iron hoof lock was like rolling thunder, and the ground trembled. If Brovchenko were facing German infantry, they would have been able to tear through the German offensive ranks with their red-hot knives as if they were butter. It's a pity that they are facing the steel beast of the German army at this moment, and the sharp sabers of the snow are slashed on the thick armor, and while cracking the tiger's mouth, they can only splash a series of sparks, leaving an inconspicuous white mark.

After paying more than half of the casualties, the cavalry finally rushed past the German tanks and armored vehicles and rushed into the ranks of the German infantry. The cavalrymen clinged to their horses, brandishing their sabers with a gleaming cold, and the sharp blades instantly slashed through the chests of the German soldiers, and half of their bodies fell straight to the hard dirt.

Unfortunately, the German infantry ranks were too thin, and in a short time they were scuttled by the cavalry of the Brovchenko regiment. The entire cavalry contingent circled the open field, reconfronting the German infantry. The German soldiers had already recovered from their panic, and the machine gunners lay down on the spot, set up their machine guns, and together with the soldiers half-crouched next to them, they opened heavy fire on the soldiers of the cavalry regiment. The dense bullets swept away one brave cavalry after another, but the remaining more than 300 cavalrymen, under the guidance of Brovchenko, who carried the military flag in one hand, bravely rushed forward with the dense bullets.

The German tanks in the distance saw that the Soviet cavalry had distanced themselves from their own troops, and they fired at them without hesitation. As the most elite cavalry unit of the Soviet army, although under the German artillery fire and intensive small arms fire, people continued to fall and some people dismounted, but the cavalry did not panic, and still charged forward without hesitation under the leadership and command of the commander.

Although the soldiers of the cavalry regiment behaved extremely bravely, they were faced with a dense network of German tank guns, machine guns, and submachine guns, and the charging cavalry was constantly beaten to the ground. Under the onslaught of bullets, the running horses fell over with a wail, and were beaten into a sieve along with their masters, along with the cavalry that stumbled on their immediate aftermath. The wounded horse fell to the ground and wailed, struggling with a whiff of air from its nostrils. In front of the German infantry line, more and more bodies were knocked over, and as soon as the cavalry in front fell, they were pressed and buried by those who rushed up closely, and those behind immediately collided and tripped again.

When the gunfire completely stopped, there was no longer a single cavalryman still on horseback in front of the Germans. On the battlefield where the smoke of gunpowder had not yet dissipated, the seriously wounded and undead war horses neighed miserably, struggled again and again to try to get up, and fell heavily in a wail. The war horse snorted weakly, and gently shook its mane, licking its master's familiar face. But their owners lay motionless beside them, long without any breath.

When the Soviet soldiers on the distant positions saw this scene, everyone's eyes were full of tears, and at the same time they clenched their weapons tightly. A young soldier asked his platoon commander with a crying voice: "Platoon commander, our cavalry regiment, it's all over?!" ”

The elderly platoon commander stared at the corpse-strewn cavalry, nodded heavily, and then gritted his back molars and said, "The cavalry regiment is over, but we are still there." Remember, as long as we have one person left, we will never take half a step back! People are in the position, and they swear to live and die with the position! ”

"People are in the position, and they swear to live and die with the position!" The little soldier first repeated the words of the platoon commander in a low voice, and then the voice became louder and louder, and soon the entire people on the position repeated the words of the platoon commander loudly at the same time: "People are in the position, and they swear to live and die with the position!" ”