Anna, who ran over in a panic, asked breathlessly, "What about the Patriarch?" ”

"Let him run away,......" Li Xiaofeng replied with some frustration.

Anna's eyes widened, she didn't understand why someone could be so upset for the sake of the Patriarch, the Grand Patriarch was the Grand Elder of the Black Hundred, and Anna had heard a little bit about his terrifying legend.

According to rumors, this Great Elder is the most powerful superman in Russia, and he can make people disappear with a snap of his fingers, even if it is a core member of the Black Centurion like Shu Lijin, he must be respectful when he sees his old man, just like his son meets Lao Tzu.

Therefore, in Anna's opinion, Li Xiaofeng was able to beat the Great Elder and run away, which was simply a miracle, at least she didn't expect the result to be like this, this result made her too excited, she rushed forward with cheers, gave someone in frustration a big kiss, and praised: "Andre, you are really my hero!" ”

Under Anna's "comfort", Li Xiaofeng finally got better, although he was still haunted and couldn't wait to cut the Patriarch into eight pieces, but before that, he had to solve another scourge first.

"Where's Shu Lijin?" He asked suddenly.

Anna was obviously stunned, just now, her heart was completely on Li Xiaofeng, where was she in the mood to care about Shu Lijin's life or death, so she said indifferently: "Maybe in your battle, it has been torn to pieces!" ”

Li Xiaofeng felt that this was unlikely, although he fought with the patriarch in the dark and demolished a good high-end apartment into honeycomb coal, but this kind of strength of the blow should not kill that guy.

"He ran away with his tail between his legs!" One-Eyed Peter gave the answer, "After you flew the Patriarch, I saw him flee quietly!" ”

"Hey!" Li Xiaofeng sighed, it took a long time to do all the useless work, neither to solve the patriarch, nor to kill Shu Lijin, today is really a failure.

The only thing he could console himself was that he had rescued Anna and Peter One-Eyed, and that both the Patriarch and Shulijin had been devastated. There is no recovery for a while. Especially the Patriarch. First, he was forced to use some kind of extremely evil, very strong side effects of the evil method to improve his strength, and finally in order to save his life, he used some kind of spell that hurt the origin, even if he picked up a life, his strength would be greatly reduced, and he might even become a waste person if he couldn't do it well.

After thinking about it, Li Xiaofeng reluctantly felt that he was a winner. After retrieving the severed fingers of One-Eyed Peter, he took the two of them back to his office. Needless to say, the touching scene of Taisina and One-Eyed Peter tearing up each other made him a little more comfortable.

But immediately, the bad news came again, and Morrigan called: "Master, there is a situation on the Jewish side. He said that those British and French suddenly evacuated! ”

Tut...... Li Xiaofeng was a little speechless, according to his original plan, he was going to solve them and Shu Lijin together, now not only Shu Lijin has run away, but the British and the French have also run away, can it be said that there is a connection between the two?

Just when Li Xiaofeng was secretly guessing, Sverdlov called: "Andrey, good news...... Luga's enemies were routed...... Kornilov had no more reinforcements. He's finished! ”

Li Xiaofeng was dizzy. The news came too suddenly, and the situation in Luga in the morning was quite bad. Trotsky and Frunze had only 7,000 troops left, but they had to block more than 30,000 enemies, no matter how you look at it, there is no chance of victory, and if you can hold out for an hour more, it will be considered victory, and now you have crushed the enemy, this is unscientific!

Of course, it's not scientific, but fighting a war is like a football game, and not always the stronger side wins. Strength is a strength, but when it is too obvious and obvious to be proud, then that advantage is immediately transformed into a fatal weakness.

By the time Lieutenant General Gramović arrived in Luga, the entire city of Luga was completely under the control of Major General Ananiyevic, although the major general had to pay a heavy price to achieve this.

"Damn, you're still spinning around Luga, why don't you cross that gutter to the north right away!" Gramovich roared angrily, "The commander-in-chief is looking forward to it, and you are wasting your time!" ”

Ananiyevich replied dejectedly: "Commander, it's not that I don't work hard, but I really can't do it, my young men have been basically wiped out, and I really can't move on!" ”

Gramovich was so angry that his face was flushed, and the fact that one of the main divisions had been wiped out was simply unacceptable to him, which, in his opinion, was entirely due to Ananiyevic's incompetence. However, this old subordinate has always been very obedient to him, and it is not easy to blame him too much.

"Your troops will rest first, and Kovacevic and your troops will go up!" Gramovich gave the order without question.

"Yes, Commander!" Kovacevic accepted the task with high spirits, and then sarcastically mocked Ananiyevich by the way: "I will not let you down, my young men can completely defeat the Bolsheviks who stand in the way with just one charge!" ”

Looking at Kovacevic's proud appearance, Ananiyevic's heart was surging up, he stepped forward and was about to say something, Gramovich glared at him in displeasure, and suddenly, he could only retreat.

At that moment, Ananiyevich was very annoyed and thought - dare to look down on me, let you suffer a little!

Of course, Kovacevic was not the only one who wanted to take the "credit", and the 35th Division from the direction of Veliky Novgound was also eager to try and strongly demanded to participate in the first round of the offensive. In desperation, Gramovich could only agree to their request and let the 35th Division send a regiment to attack with Kovacevic.

Gramovich could never have imagined that this decision was the biggest mistake he had made, the front of the attack was too narrow, and it was already very much if a division was thrown in, and as a result, an additional regiment was added, which invisibly made the front of the attack extremely crowded.

Less than half an hour after the end of the meeting, Major General Kovacevic was ready to attack, well, in fact, he was not prepared at all, he just scattered his soldiers on the position, and gracefully made a gesture to the herald beside him: "Forward!" ”

"Forward!" Seeing the signal from the herald, the officers shouted at their soldiers. Driven by them, more than 10,000 white troops, who were densely packed together and lined up in several horizontal columns, picked up their bayonet rifles, marched neatly and firmly, and slowly marched towards the railway bridge to the accompaniment of military music.

Behind these soldiers. Approaching the remaining White soldiers also began to assemble. In total, Lieutenant General Gramovich had nearly 30,000 soldiers. The division that got rid of the crippled Major General Ananiyevich had devoted nearly a third of his forces in this first round of the offensive. His plan was clear, to eliminate his opponent in one go and make his victory look even more brilliant.

Gramovich thought he could easily do this, he had three times as many troops, and his troops were regulars, and the other side was just a rabble. In the face of this disparity of strength, he believes that victory is a simple, time-related matter.

"Stupid Bolsheviks," Gramovich smiled contemptuously at the adjutant beside him, pointing to the railway bridge that was shaking in the distance: "These fools didn't blow up the railway bridge, and now I don't have to worry about it at all." ”

"It's stupid indeed." The adjutant looked at it for a while, patted his ass, and said, "General Kovacevich can solve them with one charge." ”

"That's right. They are vulnerable! ”

Gramovich smiled happily and confidently, and turned his gaze back to the battlefield. The positions of the 1st Machine Gun Regiment were covered in smoke and dust, and the shells fired by his artillery were constantly exploding there, and until now the Bolsheviks had not returned a single shell or bullet, but only silently and passively withstood the blow.

"They have been completely suppressed by artillery. Ha Lu Ha, that's it! Crush them step by step! Gramovich said with satisfaction. He felt more and more that the battle was coming to an end soon.

Almost at the same moment. Frunze came to the same conclusion: "The battle is coming to an end." ”

"Really, Comrade Frunze?" Trotsky was skeptical. More than 10,000 White troops pounced on all fronts. Moreover, they also have twice as many reserves, and there are only 7,000 people on their side, so it will be very difficult to defeat them.

"It's not difficult at all. As long as they continue to maintain this formation," Frunze shrugged, turned and ordered: "Tell all the artillerymen that they can only open fire after getting my orders." ”

Behind the hill not far from Frunze and Trotsky's command posts, 18 120-mm mortars had been adjusted to pre-set parameters, and with a simple command, the gunners could fire deadly shells into the overly dense ranks of the White Army, causing a storm of blood.

At the same time, because the position was completely on the anti-slope, it was impossible for the opposing artillery to inflict any damage on them, and after the battle began, all the Bolshevik artillery could open fire calmly and comfortably.

It's just that now is not the time to open fire, and the gates of hell will only open for them when the Whites' advance to a predetermined distance.

Frunze watched intently with his telescope at the distance of the White Army, his left hand slowly raised as they got closer.

"Fire!"

When the White soldier entered the best range of fire, he waved his left hand without hesitation. This order was immediately conveyed to the ears of the gunners, and the catastrophe of the White Army began.

With a sharp whistling, the first round of shells crossed the heads of the White soldiers in the front row and exploded in the middle of the attacking ranks, large swaths of the victims fell to the ground, while human limbs flew into the air, like red-hot soldering irons inserted into butter, and in an instant, the closely knit queue of the White Army was instantly reduced to nothing.

The blow without warning, both sudden and ferocious, and unexpected, was so stunned and panicked that even the general himself was stunned, and it took several seconds to recover: "This is heavy artillery, damn it, where did the Bolsheviks get the artillery?" ”

"I don't know what to say! Checkmate! The adjutant replied with a sad face.

Gramovich bared his teeth and claws and roared: "Tell our artillerymen to destroy their artillery, immediately!" ”

The poor White artillerymen could not cope with this task, whether it was a cannon or a howitzer they were equipped with, the trajectory was not curved enough to hit targets hidden in the anticline.

"Damn it!" Gramovich slammed the table and vented his anger, but it didn't help the current situation.

In the space of more than a minute, at least hundreds of shells fell in the attacking ranks. The 120-mm mortar rained bullets at a constant rate of 15 rounds per minute, reaping lives indifferently and rhythmically. And Gramovich, who just thought he was about to win, is now starting to panic, where did the enemy get the heavy mortars?

But it seems too late to pursue the question. That part of the forces that was shelled is rapidly collapsing. Even without binoculars. Gramovich could clearly see his soldiers scurrying around like headless flies, some running forward, others turning around and running back. Although some of the officers tried to salvage the situation, it was to no avail.

"General, what should we do?"

Gramovich tried to calm himself down and said in a deep voice: "You must not retreat...... Go on the offensive! Put in the reserves. Tell the Warlords to begin enforcing battlefield discipline...... Accelerate the troops...... Let the soldiers launch a general attack! ”

The officers and soldiers of the White Army did not disappoint their generals, and after an initial period of panic and hesitation, they could only charge forward with hysterical screams, bravely but in disarray, towards the position of the 1st Machine Gun Regiment.

They quickly approached the positions of the 1st Machine Gun Regiment. There was no hesitation. In Grigory. Under Ivanovic's orders, the rifles and submachine guns of the 1st Machine Gun Regiment, as well as the PK machine guns hidden in strong bunkers, each weapon fired heavily at the targets that rushed up.

The white soldiers who were howling and charging were all exposed to the rain of bullets, and they could only helplessly let the bullets hit them. No one is immune to such an environment. Hundreds of White soldiers fell like wheat cut by a sickle, and some fell, but many more rushed up. And then again struck down by suffocating terrible fire.

The corpses piled up at the front of the position slowly but surely increased. There seemed to be a giant beast in front of it, opening and closing its bloody mouth. Gramovich's soldiers could only helplessly try to satisfy the monster's strange appetite.

Even a battle-hardened veteran watched as Gramovich watched his soldiers be slaughtered by the enemy defenselessly. He was still completely panicked: "Stop attacking!" The general shouted hysterically, "Retreat!" The whole army retreats! ”

Retreat, although extremely undignified, was the only way to avoid the massacre of the troops. Gramovich was already frightened by the fire of the 1st machine-gun regiment, and even the damned Germans did not have such ferocious firepower.

It's just that it's pointless, and it's not just this commander who is frightened. The White soldiers on the front line understood the horror of the enemy better than their commanders, and they could not wait to escape, even if they had already left the front line, even if their commander ordered them to stop and reorganize the battle line immediately. Frightened, the White soldiers threw away everything that stood in their way from fleeing for their lives and fled in the direction of Luga......

As for the soldiers of the 1st Machine Gun Regiment, their captured prisoners were being driven together. These guys seemed to know that the general trend was gone, and they did not choose to flee at all, but immediately raised their arms and surrendered. More than 2,000 White soldiers, including poor Major General Kovacevich, became prisoners of war, but they were still lucky enough because the rest were dead, or were dying.

"We seem to be overestimating the enemy's combat effectiveness!" Trotsky put down his binoculars and sighed to Frunze beside him.

Frunze shook his head: "It's not that the enemy is too weak, but the fire of the 1st Machine Gun Regiment is too terrifying, especially those mortars, they are simply a nightmare for the enemy......"

Trotsky nodded, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Shall we counterattack?" ”

Frunze nodded first, then shook his head: "There is no need for a large-scale counteroffensive, although we have already inflicted heavy losses on the enemy, but they still have more troops than us, and without a strong position to rely on, we are afraid that we will suffer...... Just send a small force to harass them......"

Trotsky nodded, he had just said casually, he did not really want to counterattack, for him it was already a great pleasure to be able to hold the railway bridge, there was no need to risk any more icing on the cake.

"I'll go to the front to cheer up my comrades!"

Trotsky gave full play to his expertise in giving speeches, and Frunze was not interested in stealing the limelight with him, so he sat back at his desk and began to sum up the experience of the battle in 1510, and this extremely unexpected victory not only shocked the White Army, but also shocked him.

Frunze was deeply touched by the terrifying firepower of the 1st Machine Gun Regiment, and he couldn't help but think that if they had learned that the 1st Machine Gun Regiment's firepower was so powerful in the first place, would they have bothered to arrange that ridiculous plan?

Judging from the results of the battle, the plan did not play any role at all, and as soon as the two sides met in close combat, the enemy was beaten to the ground with a blue nose and swollen face, and in the face of absolute firepower, the numerical superiority was not worth mentioning at all.

Thinking of this, Frunze could not help but smile bitterly, if Comrade Lenin, who was far behind, knew the cause and effect, I am afraid that it would be purely foolish to criticize him and Trotsky......

Lenin, of course, did not bother to criticize them, and as long as Frunze and Trotsky were able to hold back the enemy's reinforcements, he did not care what method they used, even if it was to deceive them.

Especially now, at such a critical moment when Kornilov was about to come to an end, Lenin had no time to care how Frunze and Trotsky would fight. Now the attention of his old man was entirely focused on Kerensky and the Soviets.

Lenin watched their every move nervously, and he knew that these guys couldn't wait to do tricks.

"Kornilov must not be executed!" Alekseev said excitedly, "If he is executed, the officers who rebelled with him will be in disarray, and it is conceivable that at that time, they will definitely not obey our leadership...... Without the support of the army, we will not be able to restrain Lenin and his Bolsheviks, they will rise to prominence, then we will no longer be able to control the situation, and Russia will fall into the hands of their heretics! ”

Kerensky tapped his fingers on the table, and for his part, he wanted to execute Kornilov immediately, but the opposition below was so loud that he had to think twice.

"Just let that bastard go, what do you mean?" Kerensky said with some annoyance, "Then how can I explain to the troops involved in the counterinsurgency?" And Lenin and the Bolsheviks will not miss this opportunity to attack us! ”

Alekseev smiled: "It's simple, you just need to divert their attention!" (To be continued.) )