Pietro is an anomaly among the Bogrove detachment of the Red Guards. ( ) Note: This detachment is basically composed of proven workers and determined sailors. As a Cossack, Pietro first came to the company.
Very uncomfortable.
No one grows crops here, many people barely know how to ride a horse, and there are other differences in living habits that make Pietro feel alienated.
However, the detachment later participated in several brutal battles. Pietro, who was born in the Atamansky regiment, showed the courage and fighting skills that a Cossack should have, which won him reputation, the trust of his companions, and the rank of company commander.
The soldiers called him the Big Man of Atamansky or Uncle Bear, and they were willing to listen to his orders and follow his actions in battle.
In this attack, Petro's company was on the left side of the first skirmish line of the detachment. Petro, holding a saber, walked in the middle of the company, followed by a skinny young man from Murmansk named Kaledin, who was a postman.
Now he is Pietro's messenger. He usually likes to tell jokes and dance. Whenever the accordion music sounds, he has to punch two holes in the floor with his big leather shoes.
Pietro led the troops forward and sang "The Internationale" and "We Will Be Masters of the World" together with the workers and sailors. The singing made Pietro's spirit soar, and some kind of power stirred in his heart.
The same emotion spread throughout the afternoon queue, dispelling fear and anxiety and calling for courage.
Pietro always felt that the scene when the French Napoleon's army marched singing the Marseillaise was almost the same. Although faith cannot replace the bullets of rifles and the roar of cannons, faith can inspire the people who use rifles and cannons.
The Cossacks' position was already in sight, and Pietro could confirm the positions of their machine guns with the naked eye. He counted the number of machine guns silently, estimating how many warriors of the Bogrove detachment would fall in that unknown place before rushing into the trenches.
Among the machine gunners' stacks.
But it doesn't matter, this attack will definitely win, and the living will avenge those who died tragically.
At this time, Pietro felt that his feet were getting restless. He lowered his head, and a section of a man's arm was exposed under the loose thin snow. Pietro suddenly realized that the reason why the snow on the road ahead suddenly became so thin was that there was enemy firepower ahead.
In the effective killing area, the original snow had long been suppressed by layers of corpses and solidified blood. The new snow that just fell last night only covered these corpses.
Pietro's lips trembled slightly. The Cossacks in the front position had massacred so many comrades! He raised the saber in his hand a little higher and stared straight at the row of black swords on the snow in front of him.
That was the Cossack who emerged from the trench and was about to fire a volley at Pietro and the others.
The enemy didn't fire, probably because they were waiting for Pietro and the others to get deeper into the kill zone, or as the intelligence before the attack said, they were running out of ammunition and had to use caution.
But it doesn't matter anymore, Pietro thought, their defense line will soon cease to exist anyway.
At this time, the Internationale reached its peak, and Pietro and everyone shouted out the lyrics together. This is the final struggle. If we unite, we will achieve Internazionale!"
The moment the song fell, the sound of "Ula" came from the center of the skirmish line, under the red flag.
Pietro also shouted at the top of his lungs, "Ula!"
He started running, and his company followed him step by step. Their shiny leather shoes broke through the fresh snow, stepping on the corpses of the Red Army soldiers and charging towards the Cossacks' position.
Almost at the same time, bullets were fired at them all over the place. The machine gun swept across the skirmisher line, knocking down seven or eight young men in an instant. The Cossacks' volleys were obviously not very accurate, and the bullets were flying around like headless flies.
Apart from taking off Pietro's hat, he accomplished almost nothing.
Pietro waved his saber and made a loud sound that could overwhelm half the company!"
The Cossacks in the trench must have noticed him. The bullets were attracted like magnets, tearing through the air around Pietro with their screams.
The other soldiers in the company unconsciously moved away from Pietro, and even his loyal messenger Kaledin couldn't help but move further away.
Under such firepower, Pietro was unscathed, so he was nicknamed "Never Shot Pietro" in the company.
But others in the skirmish line were not so lucky. More and more soldiers were mowed down by machine guns, and as the distance approached, the Cossacks' volleys became more accurate.
More and more soldiers were shot and fell, and the first skirmish line of the Bogrove detachment was as thin as a fence behind a strong wind.
But no one slowed down, and they were supported by great courage and the red flag that always stood at the front of the queue.
Moreover, due to the existence of submachine guns, even if this skirmisher line is sparse, it is still very powerful, because as long as one person breaks through to a scanning distance, he can severely kill the Cossacks who are densely straddling the trenches.
However, even the Bogrove detachment does not have as many submachine gun equipment as the Chinese ** team, so many submachine guns are now stained with the blood of Red Army soldiers. Whenever a soldier with a submachine gun falls, he immediately
Someone would rush up and take off his gun and bullet belt under the hail of bullets. In order to make it easier for his comrades to take the ammunition belt, the submachine gunners all carried the bullet belt on their shoulders like a satchel.
Finally, the first soldier rushed to the front of the Cossack trench. As soon as he could point his submachine gun at the blue clothes in the trench, he was stabbed through the heart with a bayonet.
The Cossacks' front line rang with the sound of hurrahs for the Red Army. The muddy troops in blue jumped out of the trenches, holding rifles with bayonets in their hands and launched a counterattack along the small slope in front of the position with murderous intent.
Pietro dodged the first spear thrust at him and chopped off the enemy's head with a backhand knife.
Just as he was about to retract the knife, another enemy ran into his arms, and they both rolled down into the snow.
Without skills or strategies, the fight turned into a pure competition of brute strength and weight. The two people fighting together could only think about pressing the other person's crotch and breaking his neck.
During the brutal fight, Pietro first encountered an opponent whose face seemed familiar to him.
"Christoyani! Is it you, Christoyani!"
The opponent hesitated for a moment, and with his small eyes that were almost buried in the dirt on his face, he carefully looked at Pietro who was pressed beneath him.
"Petka?" Khristoyani grabbed Pietro's shoulders. "You are over there! Rania will be sad! You have gone astray, hurry up, let's go together..." Khristoyani said
He opened his mouth and stared at the spear inserted into his chest with an expression of disbelief.
Kaledin, Pietro's messenger and bodyguard, drew out his rifle, kicked Khristoiani's strong body backwards, and then rushed forward with concerned questions? Are you okay? Many words."
"You!" Pietro was about to vent his anger when the bullet penetrated Kaledin's head.
A noon official wearing gold epaulettes rushed forward fiercely, raised his gun to Pietro's head, and pulled the trigger, only to find that the gun was empty of bullets.
Pietro roared! He jumped up and cut the officer in two.
He was like a crazed bull, slashing wildly in the crowd. He couldn't control this anger, and he didn't know who should be directed at this anger, and he didn't know who should be responsible for this anger.
He just kept slashing and slashing, trying to drive away the sudden rage in his heart.
The Red Army broke through the White Army's defense near Liyangka, but commander Bogrove died in the attack, and he kept the battle plan strictly according to the orders of the Red Army headquarters, so there were few of his men to do next. In the end,
Bogrove's men could only order the troops to clear up the remaining Cossacks on the spot, and jointly build a defensive offensive in the direction of the White Army, waiting for instructions from the Red Army headquarters.
However, the command system of the Red Army is in a state of staggering chaos. Most of the commanders of the Red Army have not received formal military education, and there is an even greater shortage of staff personnel.
The staff officers at the Red Army Headquarters were all good at the Soldiers' Soviet Congress, and they talked one thing after another, but when they sat down at the map table and began to compile a battle plan, everything became a mess.
"This is the most chaotic attack plan I have ever seen." Chen Hongda threw a thick dozen in his hand on the table and looked up at Sheena Mikhailovitch.
The headquarters of the Chinese Military Advisory Group is not far from the headquarters of the Red Army. People in command positions like Serena Mikhailovich Budyonny should not send attack plans, not to mention that as a goddess, she also
Frequent airborne operations are required. Thanks to the new Shinki armor, this weapon that places a much smaller mental burden on the Shinki makes it possible for the Shinki to serve as the highest commander on the battlefield. In the past, the Shinki served as deputy commanders or even
They are only responsible for combat tasks, because once the battle situation becomes fierce, the high-level goddess basically has no spare capacity to handle command matters.
Xie Na looked at the Chinese general wearing dragon epaulets in front of her, hesitated for a moment and then shook her head.
"I don't understand what you mean. I think the choice of the main attack direction and the diversionary attack direction are..." "I'm talking about your plan...table." Chen Hongda interrupted the words of the Soviet goddess and deputy commander of the Red Army. "
Where the attacking force will advance and stop to receive supplies, where the attacking force will start to take action, the gathering and evacuation of the wounded, the movement and use of artillery units, etc., all of these should be included in this plan
No. Don’t you think that everyone rushing up in a swarm and smashing them can be regarded as an attack? There are many words. "But the direction of the attack is the same as..., "I, the choice of the direction of the attack, the direction you chose is basically the same as ours.
The plan drawn up by the advisory group is...the same, so I completely agree with your judgment on this point. You and Mia, Vasilyevich, Frunze, Lena Davidovich and Trotsky are undoubtedly the same.
Excellent commander. But your staff is terrible."
Xie Na sighed helplessly.
"Okay, you're right, Chen. There are only four people in my staff who have received formal military education. They should prepare combat plans, but these four people have no say due to composition issues. My chief of staff is a philosophy teacher, and the deputy
The chief of staff is an accountant."
Chen Hongda shook his head repeatedly and said in a tired voice. If you are like this, even if you can get some results and breakthroughs at first, you will soon be blocked by others. The battle will become a war of attrition, without encirclement or annihilation, even if the casualties are less than the enemy.
We can never solve the problem once and for all." "Maybe" Xie Na looked at the door and made sure that the door was closed well and that there were only two of them in the room, then she continued, "Maybe we can postpone it until summer, and then we can use it.
Tanks are used to break through the current enemy's defenses to achieve rapid penetration..." Chen Hongda looked at the Soviet goddess, and after considering it for a moment, he shook his head.
"No, you won't have tanks. I don't think you will. Mr. Lin will offer a price that you can't afford." Chen Hongda paused and continued in a much softer tone, "Xie Na, Mr. Lin doesn't like it.
I don’t like your ideas about this war. The day you occupy Petersburg, I’m afraid the honeymoon period between China and Russia will be over, and I will have to return home. Xie Na, listen to me, your leader asked me to have
I have a bad feeling, I have seen a real hero, so my, I know very well, your leader..." Xie Na gently blocked Chen Hongda's mouth with the index finger of her right hand.
"I will not leave Russia, and I will not abandon my compatriots." "That's a shame." Chen Hongda shook his head and said from the bottom of his heart.