Truly. This time, Thunder International sent troops to Russia at the invitation of the Russian Bolshevik government, and as for the smart man mentioned in the previous chapter, it is not difficult for you to guess who it is.

That's right, he's a vladimir with a small head and a big smart head. Ilyich. Lenin. He does have a very long-term vision.

In the face of the newly flourishing Chinese Federation in the south of Russia, he saw clearly that this newly established country, which had been developing rapidly, was becoming a world power.

If the current Russia wants to survive, it must have good relations with them. In particular, to avoid clashes with them, to use the large quantities of arms they offered, to get the Red Army through the most dangerous stage.

Russia has just passed a spring with blood flowing everywhere.

At the front, the trench line of the Red Army was faced with swarms of swarms, armored vehicles equipped with the White Army. They are the remnants of the First World War in Europe. In particular, the dismembered German munitions were being supplied in large quantities by the British and French governments to the Russian White Army against the Bolshevik government.

Hordes of armored vehicles and assault guns let out an earth-shattering roar. Make your way on a muddy road where the snow and ice have just melted. These imitation giants in steel armor rushed through the mud on the rickety road to the line of defense that the Red Army had refused.

The infantry, on the other hand, staggered along their wide tracks and crushed muddy roads.

In the face of such an attack, the Red Army would always use their rather dense artillery fire to try to thwart these monsters. However, with heavy artillery fire that is effective against infantry clusters, it is not obvious how effective it can be against these fast-moving monsters.

Paul. Kochagin had already served as the political commissar of the regiment at this time, and his promotion did not come from Linda, who had already acted as the elder brother of the division commander. It was the "Roaring Babin" who thought of him when he was the commander of the regiment.

"I didn't think he liked me much!"

Back to Paul. Linda, who was close to Kochakin, became the deputy political commissar of the regiment, and it is necessary to mention a special system that had been in place in the USSR since the beginning of the war for the founding of the country.

That is, all the officers of the Soviet Army, all included in the deputy ranks. The problem with this is that a large army has a large number of officers and costs a lot of money. But the benefits are also self-evident, in the event of a large-scale war, these experienced lieutenant officers can easily be drawn out and reorganized into new armies.

This was an important reason for the reorganization of the Soviet army, which had been defeated but could become stronger and stronger in the Second World War.

Compared with the cadet system in Western countries, there are many differences. It is difficult to compare which is better or worse because of the complexity of the war, but the rapid expansion of the Soviet army is an obvious advantage. Of course, poorly trained soldiers are often the direct cause of a large number of casualties.

Paul. Kochagin strode through the trenches, occasionally turning his head to see the assault guns and armored vehicles getting closer and closer in the muddy fields.

His brow furrowed, not because of the opponent's offensive power, but because of the following things.

"Hey, that's great, we're all infantry!"

What can be done, the mud traps all the horses' steps, making them slip and not move a single step! Soviet Russia, ignoring the armored forces, was paying the price of blood on all fronts.

"Boom ......"

Paul. Kochagin came to the machine gun set up in the bunker, and he kept his head down, so as not to be touched by the log above his head. This is another short-sighted place.

As a result of the increase in status, Paul. Kochagin could have known things that a company instructor would never have known before. The arms dealers of the Chinese Federation had planned to sell to the Red Army like Paul. The kind of bunker made of reinforced concrete elements that Kochagin had seen. But for some reason, until now, there has been no one to see on the front line.

Although the smell of early summer and the charm emanating from the women's bodies could already be felt, there was still darkness in the bunker.

All he could see was a glimmer of light from the observation window, illuminating the "Roaring Babin" leader. At the moment, his hat was pushed against the back of his head, and it hung there like that. It's like hanging on your own coat and hat, and you can't even fall off.

"Hey, look, our people on the front line are overwhelmed by these bitche-raised armored vehicles! Those pilots are really some big men who only know how to invade and be comfortable, and they just bask in the sun on the airfield in the rear one by one! ”

This is what they learned after they had guarded the airfield for a flying team, and the pilots were always a bunch of cheerful and laid-back guys. And now the situation on the battlefield is using them, but those familiar voices still do not sound.

Paul. Kochagin was also anxious, knowing that it was an unrealistic dream to rely on the trenches guarded by the soldiers of his regiment to hold back the armored vehicles in front of him.

It was not that he underestimated the bravery and tenacity of his soldiers, but that the fighting throughout the spring had made it clear that war was no longer the same as before.

Winter is the season of the Red Army. The offensive of the cavalry corps of the Red Army in the Caucasus not only contained the invasion of the White Army, but even drove them back. But when spring came, and everyone thought that the mud would stop all attacks, the White Army suddenly sprang into action.

Herds of armored vehicles like brute cattle rushed towards the Caucasus, and the infantry stationed in the first line were quickly defeated by this sudden and fierce offensive.

The almost unsuspecting infantry divisions suffered serious blows, casualties and losses in equipment forced the Caucasian Military Council to request assistance from the Hermitage, which had already been renamed Leningrad.

These broken infantry divisions are now being repaired behind this line and re-equipped and re-equipped with munitions brought in by airship from the Chinese Federation. The only thing worth rejoicing about is that the Chinese arms arrived in a very timely manner, and the aircraft of the Caucasian side had the upper hand compared to the other side.

Paul. Kochagin put down what he was thinking, raised the eternal mirror in his hand and looked in the direction of the front. There, assault guns armed with German-made 37mm guns pushed forward vigorously, occasionally stopping the car, and then a large cloud of white smoke erupted from the muzzle.

Columns of exploding smoke will rise from your own position, and a pillbox or machine-gun nest will be devastated. Although Russia's own heavy Makmi machine guns with shields can protect the shooter from ordinary bullets or shells, those shields do nothing in the face of such 37mm armor-piercing shells.

From here, Paul. Kochagin could see through his binoculars that as the assault guns and the armored vehicles near them approached the front, the cavalry lay in the foxholes, motionless. It was as if they had lost their lives in the blow ahead.

But when assault guns or armored vehicles passed by them, these brave cavalrymen jumped out of their foxholes. Grenades or Molotov cocktails are very effective against armored vehicles at close range.

"These abominable pilots, they're here again!"

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————————————————————————————————————— Paul. Kochagin bit his lip, as a regimental political commissar, he could not say such a thing. Moreover, he can't roar at everyone he doesn't like, just like "Growling Babin".

But in his heart, he agreed with the curse sound from the commander's mouth, if anyone could see through the binoculars that the soldiers kept rushing to the chariot, only to be knocked to the ground by the machine guns on the armored vehicles behind.

Even here, he could hear the heart-rending cry in his ears.

"Regiment commander, I'm going to the artillery platoon, let's give these guys a hard blow, they will run away, they will!"

Paul. Kochagin bent over the bunker, he only felt that the air in the bunker seemed too dull. It's so dull that you can't breathe. He'd have to get out of there and take a few breaths.

At this time, the roar of the aircraft engine was heard in the sky, and the attack aircraft group composed of the "Benlei II" finally arrived.

Actually, Paul. Kochagin understood that sooner or later he would have to get through with these pilots, and they were also some good soldiers. The reason for being late is always because of something that shouldn't happen this or that, and it shouldn't be pulled off and time is delayed.

"It's too late, the tank has already rushed into the positions of our regiment!"

Turning his head to look at the front of the position, the enemy chariots that were pouring in like a huge wall, he said to himself. The pace of his feet quickened, and he had to run to the artillery platoon and direct the 37mm guns to make a fierce counterattack.

At this time, the torrent of "assault guns" and "armored vehicles" broke into the defense zone of the entire cavalry regiment. The assault guns were still spewing tongues of fire, knocking out every pillbox or threatening machine gun nest. At the rear door of the armored car, groups of infantry jumped down.

"Boom...... Boom ......"

There was a loud noise, Paul. Kochagin habitually shrunk his neck, ducked down and hid in the trench, then poked his head out and looked at the place where the explosion had occurred.

Somewhere in front of the front, a tall wall of fire rose up, completely blocking the attacking infantry from the follow-up infantry. In the sky, the Thunder II swooped down like a razor, and bombs and rockets attacked the enemy in front of the battle line.

Paul. Kochagin's mood was a little happy, but it didn't last long, because a similar engine sound sounded in the sky of the other side here.

These sounds are not the same as those of the diving Thunderbolt attack aircraft, but the sounds of those "Sabre" planes in the sky.

This makes Paul. Kochagin was puzzled, he picked up his binoculars and looked over, and what he saw surprised him!

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