Chapter 1112: The Tragedy of Victory and the Tragedy of Defeat
The battle was finally over, the victory was tragic, and the defeat was tragic.
The Paratrooper Brigade and the 2nd Regiment, with their eyes on the soldiers of the 3rd Regiment, stared at each other, no one cheered for the victory of the battle, only the numb silence, and the sad weeping of some female soldiers.
Some of the soldiers sat in place, gasping for breath, then rolled up their cigarettes and stared blankly at the corpses on the ground and exhaled the smoke.
All the soldiers began to search for the corpses, pulling their own wounded into pools of blood, killing the wounded of the enemy.
Especially in the process of disposing of the corpses, the cavalry of the younger Volmansky played a great role. Ropes were tied to the feet of the corpses, and a horse pulled together several corpses. This work has just begun, this is the first bloody battle that little Womanski has experienced, he is not blinded by the killing, and even cleaning the battlefield is the most important task at the moment.
And this big war is too big an impact on Anatoly. Everything is like going back to 1941, when in the face of the frenzied offensive of the German army, they laid down their arms. Anatoly became prisoners of war with many Soviet troops, and witnessed the many viciousness of the enemy, so after he was lucky enough to re-establish himself in the Red Army, he also instilled the enemy's evil in the soldiers under his command.
In a sense, the third regiment dared to fight the enemy with bayonets frantically, because of the spiritual indoctrination of his regimental commander.
Of course, courage and hatred do not enhance the ability to fight hard!
After all, the Soviet army is facing a modern war, and there are too few opportunities to engage in organized bayonet warfare with the enemy! When the battle suddenly turned into a hand-to-hand fight, many soldiers simply took everything they could as weapons and threw themselves into savage combat. At this time, the Slavs' relatively strong physique also had a certain upper hand.
But the Soviet army was overproportionately female, and they also learned to charge at the enemy with the howl of men, and they paid a heavy price for the bayonet battle when the distance was zero.
Walking on a battlefield full of corpses, Anatoly's mind was confused, and he didn't know how to explain to his superiors that this was a battle with huge casualties.
The four battalions of the 3rd Regiment began casualty counting at the end of the battle. Basically, each battalion can only recruit the fighters who are still alive in each battalion to their side at the personal call of their battalion commander.
Many people did not return to the team, and those who returned were basically able-bodied, and even if they were injured, they were minor injuries that they could bear.
However, the results of the statistics were very bad, and the individual battalion commanders, after informing their regimental commander Anatoly of the data, got a bloody regimental casualty.
"Damn! There are only 1,500 people counted, could it be that the remaining 900 people are all dead?! β
He pondered for a moment, and this data was a preliminary statistic. In fact, there are still many people who are still very healthy who have been missed for various reasons, and there are also a large number of injured people who are not included in the statistics. These 1,500 men are the current fighting strength of the 3rd Regiment, and the other 8,900 men, who are truly classified as permanent losses, will certainly not be so many.
However, a large number of dead bodies are in sight.
The sight in front of me is really blinking! Women! Especially female soldiers! They are the roses of the army, and they stain the battlefield with blood in the most brutal way. Their deaths touched the nerves of all the male soldiers, and it also caused Anatoly to give an order to the battalions: "I repeat one last time, we will not take prisoners in this battle!" Kill all the Romanians! β
The losses of the Soviet army mainly came from bullets, and when the Luo army was trapped and still fighting, their shooting became more and more accurate as the Soviet army approached. The death of the soldiers of the Luo Army is also mainly due to bullets! It was not until the two sides were at zero distance that they fought with bayonets, and when the battle came to this point, the defeat of the Luo army was inevitable.
Just as the Soviets were inspecting the pile of corpses and carrying the bodies of both the enemy and us, some Romanian soldiers who pretended to be dead were found.
Since Anatoly had already emphasized the order, the soldiers decisively carried out the order! However, even if the regimental commander did not have this order, the soldiers still had to do it.
The Luo soldiers' pleas for mercy were of no avail, and they could not escape the fate of being shot on the spot.
Vladscu, the deputy commander of the Romanian army, should be lucky, his unique military uniform made the red-eyed Soviet soldiers realize that this person is extraordinary! It was during the examination of this peculiarly dressed "corpse" that the nature of its feigned death was also discovered.
Several female soldiers and girls suddenly realized that they had captured the enemy officer, and for this kind of person, naturally they could not be shot directly.
In this case, Anatoly was immediately informed of the situation.
Poor Vladscu, who was tied up and at the behest of Anatoly, was punched and kicked by a group of female soldiers.
With this order, the woman's anger was rekindled. Their comrades and sisters were killed by the officers led by the officer, so he was the culprit. Vladscu endured insults from women, he was beaten to the point of vomiting blood, almost to the point of being stoned to death on the spot with the butt of a gun!
"Stop it all now! We need to save this man's life and report it to the commander!" β
Anatoly quickly took control of the situation, and he found some documents in the clothes of the Luo army, although he did not know Romanian, and from the ornate military ID alone, he knew that this person must not be a junior officer. Could it be that this person is still a regimental leader? He has to be a battalion commander if he is not a regiment commander! In short, it's a big fish!
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Vladscu was beaten with only one breath left, and the team under his command that originally had 1,800 people was really not left in a hundred!
Yes, this infantry regiment, its commander Chobanu was blown into smoke, the deputy commander was dying, and the vast number of soldiers even surrendered as a luxury. In the end, only ten soldiers were taken prisoner! They still surrendered to the new wave of Soviet troops rushing out of the forest, and only because of the other party's thought that they were spared.
Yang Mingzhi's front-line command was at the rear end of the large army, and he was late when the main forces had rushed out of the forest.
The 2nd Regiment and the Paratrooper Brigade began to clean up the battlefield, and the soldiers were stunned by what they saw. They couldn't imagine that a female soldier who was usually regarded as a vase would dare to assassinate with the enemy's bayonet! Rather than sighing, this scene is more shocking from the fact of sadism!
He had already made an estimate of how the war would go, and it was nothing more than the defeat of the Luo army and the surrender of a large number of enemies. However, when he saw the scene of corpses strewn across the field, he realized that his estimate was naΓ―ve.
"Hell! Could it be that these Romanians would really rather die in battle than retreat? What is the 3rd Regiment doing? Guards, go and inform the commander of the 3rd regiment, Anatoly, and ask him to report to me! β
"Yes! Comrade Commander! β
Abram received the order, he did not know where the headquarters of the 3rd Regiment was, and after some searching, he finally found Anatoli, who looked like he had been smoked with saltpeter.
The regiment commander was mentally prepared, he stumbled in front of Commander Yang Mingzhi and raised his right hand.
"Report Comrade Commander, the commander of the 3rd Regiment of the 284th Division Anatoly reports, please instruct!"
Yang Mingzhi glared at the officer in front of him and saluted slowly, he only had one question in his heart: "Anatoly!" I ordered your troops to attack the enemy's barracks, where is the enemy? Are these corpses all? β
"Yes! The enemies are dead! β
"I also see that you have captured a large number of wagons and even field artillery. These are the enemy's baggage, and their baggage has been wiped out? β
Anatoly honestly shook his head: "No! Comrade Commander! Many of the enemies still fled! Their numbers are huge, and we don't have the power to stop them and destroy them! β
Yang Mingzhi was puzzled for a moment, and he asked, "Strange! You said that most of the enemies ran away, what happened to the corpses in this place? β