The baron's direct division fought extremely bravely. When one soldier fell, another soldier immediately jumped on him. Although the line was shaky under the repeated attacks of the Red Army, it was still firmly in the hands of the government forces. Frunze became a little anxious. He didn't expect that the enemy could still organize such a line of defense despite being defeated like this, blocking his way. He knew very well that if the enemy on the opposite side could not be defeated as soon as possible, the previous plans for this battle would not achieve the expected results. His purpose was to completely defeat or even eliminate most of the Far East government forces so that they would no longer have the strength to move westward, thus giving the entire Serov campaign room for strategic maneuvering. But now, from the surface, his plan seems to be more than half successful. However, due to the enemy's desperate resistance, although the Far East government forces that were defeated earlier suffered heavy losses, they have not been able to successfully encircle and annihilate them. From a tactical point of view, the purpose is not the same. Not reached.
More than half of the attacking group had been damaged, and Frunze was a little moved by the enemy's tenacious will. In order to ensure the intensity and continuity of the attack, Frunze sent another regiment. The arrival of new troops made the position of the Far East government forces in danger.
By this point in the battle, both sides had become red-blooded, and even the Baron, who was personally commanding the front line, had become disillusioned. The pistol he originally held in his hand had already been inserted back into his waist. Now, like an ordinary soldier, he found a rifle and squatted behind the simple fortifications to continuously shoot at the charging enemies.
"Your Excellency, you can't stand it any longer, retreat! Retreat quickly! The enemy is about to attack!"
"Nonsense!" The bloodstained baron lost his elegance as an ordinary nobleman, and his ferocious expression looked like that of an angry army. Without looking back, he cursed at the guard battalion commander: "The position is still in our hands! I'm not going anywhere! My warriors and I will not retreat even one step!"
"Your Excellency!" the guard battalion commander urged anxiously: "You are the commander-in-chief, you must retreat! The position can no longer be defended Your Excellency!"
"Get out! If you say one more thing, I'll shoot you!"
The baron turned his head sharply. The bloody gaze startled the guard battalion commander, and he couldn't help but take a step back.
No longer caring about the loyal men behind him, the baron continued to pull the bolt of the gun and shoot. The moment he pulled the trigger, he clearly saw a Red Army soldier charging on the opposite side fall under his gun. He smiled slightly and muttered silently. 12 This is already the twelfth enemy to fall under his gun. At this time, he has long thrown aside his status. He needs to use this fighting method to wash away his shame. Even if he ends up sleeping here, the family's glory will not be tarnished.
The baron's stubbornness and determination made the guard battalion commander who tried to persuade him to retreat helpless. By now, the direct division had suffered more than half casualties. Even the baron's guard battalion was only the size of a reinforced company, with more than half of the soldiers fighting. He fell down and couldn't get up again.
This is a bloody battle. During the Russo-Japanese War, the Russian army suffered the highest casualties in the Battle of Fengtian. The Russian army suffered 21.6% casualties, thus losing the war. It stands to reason that if an army can continue to fight when its casualties are as high as 1/4, this is already an iron army. And now the casualties of the Baron's direct division and guard battalion have long exceeded 50%, but they are still persisting in fighting. This cannot but be said to be a miracle.
But no amount of miracles can change the reality that the enemy is outnumbered. The troops lacking complete fortifications and heavy weapons can support several times the enemy's attack until now, which has surprised the opponent. However, no matter how stubborn the resistance is, it can't stop the enemy. Wave after wave of vicious attacks. The time for the fall of the position is counting down.
The soldiers around him fell one after another under gunfire and bullets, if it were not for the desperate cover of the guards. I'm afraid the Baron has gone to see God long ago. Pulling the trigger again, the fifteenth enemy was killed. When the baron pulled the bolt, he found that the rifle was out of bullets.
"Bullet! Bullet!"
He turned around and shouted to his side, but no one answered him. A closer look revealed that the guards on the left and right had been killed, and the soldiers fighting a little further away could not hear his shouts at all. The position was surrounded by rumbling artillery fire and whizzing bullets. Throwing away the rifle without bullets, the Baron crawled to the dead guard and took off his gun. He pulled the bolt and found that there were still three bullets left. At this time, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. He knew that he would wait for these three bullets to be fired. It's over, everything is coming to an end.
"Come on! Damn Bolsheviks! Let you have a taste of my power!"
Three bullets killed two charging Red Army soldiers, one of which missed the target. The baron sighed with regret, threw away the empty rifle, and took out his pistol. There was still one last bullet in his pistol, which was reserved for himself. Now the time was coming. The Baron watched the Red Army getting closer and helpless. As the enemy approached, he even saw clearly what was coming towards him. The face of an approaching Red Army soldier. What a young face this is, the other partyMaybe not yet an adult? Sixteen or seventeen? When I was this age, I rode horses and hunted in my father's farm carefree The autumn in St. Petersburg was golden, the beautiful Russian girls and the euphemistic songs I wanted to go back to the past
A trace of tenderness flashed in the Baron's eyes. He slowly raised the gun and pointed the muzzle at his temple. Now, just pull the trigger gently and his head will explode like a smashed watermelon. Although this method of death was horrific, it was the fastest and least painful way. He was already prepared for the eventual arrival.
The attacking Red Army finally rushed to a place more than ten meters away from the enemy despite heavy losses. The enemy's resistance was getting weaker and weaker. Seeing that the opponent's position was about to be broken through, the goddess of victory had already waved to the Red Army. The excited Red Army soldiers couldn't help but Shout out loud.
¡°Da da¡ da da da¡!¡±
Just when the Red Army soldiers were about to rush into the position, no one expected that a burst of violent machine gunfire rang out. First one, then twothree had already rushed to the front, raising their bayonets and preparing to attack the government troops who had lost their resistance. The Red Army fell in large numbers at once, and the remaining Red Army soldiers were not ready for a while. When they regained consciousness, the flying bullets knocked them down one by one.
The seriously injured guard battalion commander dragged his body towards the baron. Behind him was a trail of blood. His legs, which were still alive and kicking just a few minutes ago, had been blown off by artillery shells. Although his handsome face was twisted with pain, he still remained the same. He couldn't hide the ecstasy in his heart.
The baron had already put down his gun at this time and stared blankly at the reinforcements coming from behind. Soldiers rushed over one after another to take over the positions of the directly affiliated division soldiers who had lost their combat effectiveness. Machine gun positions in groups of three were set up one after another, and a mortar platoon set up its gun barrels on the spot and fired rapidly at the Red Army troops on the opposite side. The baron could clearly see that although these soldiers were wearing government uniforms, they were obviously Chinese, which meant that the reinforcements he had been waiting for had finally arrived.
A section of the Chinese Far East Army finally arrived at the last moment, giving the Red Army a head-on blow that had already seen hope of victory. The sudden counterattack caused chaos to the charging Red Army. They suffered heavy losses and had no choice but to retreat temporarily.
After repelling the Red Army, the Chinese soldiers who arrived quickly took the time to rest and reorganize the defense line and rescue the wounded. At this time, the Baron was finally followed. The Baron, who had multiple injuries all over his body, was carried to a safe area, bandaged and cared for by the guards, and then sent to the rear hospital.
"Where is my guard battalion commander? Where is he?"
"Your Excellency, I am very sorry"
The baron's inquiry received such an answer. He looked a little sad, but he soon struggled to get up from the stretcher.
"Sir, your injuries must be treated at the rear, and the shrapnel on your body can only be removed through surgery."
"No! I'm not going anywhere, I want to stay here, and I want to watch with my own eyes defeat the enemy!"
"Your Mightiness¡¡!"
"No need to say anything! Please ask your commander to come over!"
"Okay Your Excellency" The Chinese military officer nodded in agreement, and soon a colonel officer rushed over. When he saw the baron, he immediately stood at attention: "Your Excellency! Shi Yousan, Colonel Commander of the 39th Division of the Far East Group Army of the Republic of China, led his troops Reinforcement, report to you!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please go to m. to read.)