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Volume 1: Turbulent Era Volume 3: Cannons are firing Chapter 478: The Battle of Serov 10

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    "Where are Zhang's troops?"

    The battle has been going on for half an hour. Although the Baron's direct infantry division tenaciously resisted a wave of enemy attacks, it suffered heavy losses.  The enemy was outnumbered, and Frunze invested nearly 50,000 troops on the front, as well as tanks and artillery. Although the planes overhead had already dropped their bombs, at the same time as the Red Army was attacking, several planes flew majestically from the Far East.  The pressure on the soldiers as government troops passed low overhead was palpable.

    The baron's direct infantry division was only over 10,000 men, lacked heavy weapons, and the hastily constructed positions could be said to be extremely crude. Moreover, due to the defeat of the forward troops, not to mention the soldiers below, even the baron himself would have been panicked. If it weren't for his usual  The army is run harshly, and the troops under command are the most elite troops in the entire legion. I am afraid that they will be defeated as soon as the battle begins.

    The number of casualties at the front is getting bigger and bigger. The extremely anxious Baron knows very well that his troops can only block another wave of enemy attacks. God knows whether the troops will still have combat effectiveness after the next wave of attacks.

    Realizing that the situation was not good, the Baron immediately asked for help from the rear, because the only person on the other side of the river who could best save his fate was Zhang Huchen's China Far East Army.  After dispatching the liaison officer, the Baron waited impatiently for the arrival of reinforcements. If Zhang Huchen's troops could arrive in time, the position might be able to be held. If it arrived late, once his direct infantry division was defeated, the entire Far East on the west bank would be defeated.  Government troops will cease to exist.

    "Your Excellency, General Zhang has organized troops to cross the river quickly. He asked us to hold on for another hour!"

    "An hour?" The baron's mouth was filled with bitterness. Under the current situation, it would be good if he could hold on for another half hour.  In the previous battle, due to enemy artillery suppression, the forward machine gun positions were almost completely destroyed, and the casualties of the troops had reached as high as 20%. Based on his understanding of this unit, the possibility of holding on for another hour was not high.  Will I be buried here today?

    If there was a regret medicine in this world, the Baron would definitely spend all his money to buy a bottle and drink it.  I regret that if he had listened to Zhang Huchen's advice and acted steadily, or if he had not taken credit from the Chinese and transported part of the Chinese Far East Group Army across the river in advance to serve as beach defense, everything would not be like it is now.  I can only blame myself for being blinded by merit and glory.  All he could think about was the complete defeat of Frunze's front army, and then being awarded the title of marquis or earl by Her Majesty the Queen.

    But now, let alone the victory over the Frunze Front, his government troops are almost finished.  As for the marquis and earl, there is no need to think about it. If he can escape death, the furious queen and the cabinet will definitely hold him accountable. His final result will be ruined and his transformation from a hero to a criminal.

    "Stanislavsky! Stanislavsky!"

    Thinking of this, the baron turned pale.  Will the family's glory disappear in his own hands?  Hearing the bursts of cannon fire coming from the opposite side, the baron gritted his teeth and shouted loudly.

    "Your Excellency! Are you looking for me?"

    Not long after, General Stanislavsky, with a face full of soot and a rifle in his hand, hurried over. As a frontline commander, his left arm was slightly injured. There were traces of blood seeping out of the bandaged cloth, and he started walking.  It seems a little inconvenient to come.

    "How about it?"

    The baron paid no attention to his injuries.  asked anxiously.

    "The situation is very bad, Your Excellency. The forward position has been retreated twenty meters. The soldiers suffered heavy casualties under the enemy's artillery and crazy attacks. The Red Army attacked us like crazy. Although their casualties were not small, their people were  It¡¯s several times ours!¡±

    "Stanislavsky" the baron said with a sad expression: "Now you lead a battalion to retreat immediately, and retreat to the beach to gather the retreating troops to organize the final line of defense. If I die in the battle, the troops will rely on you.  I¡¯m here to take command, we must not let Frunze occupy the West Bank. Absolutely not!¡±

    General Stanislavsky was stunned and hurriedly advised: "Your Excellency, let me stay! You are the commander-in-chief, and you should organize the final position. Let me take command here!"

    "Stop talking." The baron waved his hand.  There is no doubt: "As a noble, I cannot leave my soldiers, and in this situation I must stay here. Stanislavsky, you have a great responsibility. The survival of the entire army depends on you. Now you are  My last hope!"

    "Your Excellency!" General Stanislavsky knew that the baron was right. As the supreme commander in this situation, once he abandons his troops and retreats, he may not need to wait for the other party to attack again and the entire army will collapse.  In order to buy time, the baron must stay here with his soldiers. Only in this way can he boost morale, give the soldiers their last hope, and do their best to block the enemy from attacking again.

    "Go! Don't waste time, another time??In my name, I ask the Chinese allies to come as soon as possible. IfheyStanislavsky, my old buddy, the next step is up to you.  "

    After seeing off General Stanislavsky who returned to the rear to reorganize the defense line, the Baron lit a cigarette and smoked heavily.  He knew very well that how many troops Stanislavski could gather behind him and what kind of final line of defense he could organize would determine the final fate of the West Bank troops.  Although he has sent people to ask for help from Zhang Huchen, I am afraid that one hour is still not enough from the time Zhang Huchen's troops gathered to the time they passed the pontoon bridge and rushed to the west bank to reinforce himself.  The news he just received is that the Chinese ally asked him to hold on for another hour. This is probably to give him the courage to hope. According to his experience, the battle here will be over by the time the Chinese arrive, and he will be defeated as well.  And fell to sleep on this land.

    Less than a few minutes after General Stanislavsky left, the gunfire from the front started to fire again. The Baron's face changed, and he knew that another wave of enemy attacks had begun.  Throwing away the half-stubbed cigarette butt, the baron took out his ivory-encrusted pistol and rushed to the front with his guard battalion.

    Rushing to the forward position, the position was already ablaze, and the battle was extremely fierce.  The Red Army on the opposite side launched another charge under the cover of the last two tanks. Ula's shouts resounded through the sky. The rifles were equipped with bayonets and shone with a frightening light in the sun. The machine guns at the last part of the position fired desperately, but  Still unable to stop the enemy's approach.

    "Boom! Boom!"

    Several shells, machine gun parts and the machine gunner's body were thrown into the sky and scattered on the ground like rags. When the final machine gun position was removed by the enemy, the Red Army charging across the way suddenly let out a burst of cheers.

    "Fighters of Russia! Fighters of the Empire! My comrades! I! Pyotr Nikolayevich Wrangel! Baron of the Empire! General of the Empress! I will be with you at this moment! Let me!  We fight for the revival of the empire! For our homeland, relatives and friends! Let¡¯s fight!¡±

    "For the empire! For home! For relatives and friends!"

    Seeing that the front line was about to collapse, the Baron led the troops to charge forward by setting an example. At this time, he was just like an ordinary soldier, shouting loudly.  Seeing the commander-in-chief arriving and fighting with him, the already overwhelmed troops suddenly burst out with their last courage. Everyone, from officers to soldiers, stood firmly on the position regardless of life and death and never retreated, although they did not  Heavy weapons, without the cover of machine guns, only had rifles and grenades in their hands, but with the combat power aroused after the outbreak, they still blocked the enemy's attack. In the end, a counterattack organized by a company commander even  Several non-commissioned officers with grenades strapped to their bodies threw themselves at the last two tanks of the Red Army, completing their mission of dying together with their lives.

    "Reporting to Comrade Commander, all our tanks have been destroyed, the attack has been blocked, and there have been heavy casualties. The regimental commander in charge of the attack has requested a temporary retreat"

    Frunze listened to the latest report with an expressionless face. He had just seen through the telescope the scene where the last two tanks were destroyed by the White Army with grenades tied to their bodies.  He did not expect that the White Army actually had such brave soldiers, and when the large army was defeated, only an infantry teacher and student who lacked heavy equipment blocked the counterattack of his own army.

    "Retreat? Why retreat?" Frunze said coldly: "Tell him not to retreat even a step and continue to organize the attack until the last person! If he dares to retreat a step, battlefield discipline will be enforced immediately! The enemy is about to be defeated.  Defeated, what we need now is time! Time is the most precious now!" (To be continued)
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