Chapter 114

"It's nonsense When rokosovsky saw all this, he couldn't help scolding angrily. Then he turned around and said to us, "all the commanders come with me. We must let the soldiers go back to the trench."

The command post of the division is located on the edge of the forest. The second line of defense built by the 107th division is about 30 meters away. Several of us dispersed immediately after going out, trying to stop the army's retreat. I saw the division chief of staff standing next to the second trench, waving a pistol and shouting loudly to stop the soldiers from collapsing. I stood in the same place for a moment and thought that if I stayed with the chief of staff of the division, my achievements would be more obvious. Most of the soldiers who escaped were his subordinates.

Seeing many soldiers running past him, the chief of staff of the division was impatient and said angrily, "go back, all back to the trenches! You cowards

Most of the soldiers heard his roar, stopped, turned and jumped into the trench, but still a lot of people ran past him. These people angered him so much that he didn't even give a warning to the air, so he pulled the trigger directly at the deserters. At every shot, someone fell to the ground.

When he shot, he kept swearing: "you cowards, you dare to run away when you see me. Go to hell When I saw him shooting, I was stunned at first, but then I understood that he was enforcing battlefield discipline against the fugitives. In a large army, the military discipline must be strict, otherwise it would be a complete defeat.

I stood beside him, wondering if I should persuade him to stop just enough and make an example. Don't kill too many people to avoid mutiny. I looked at him, thinking in a disorderly way, half of the commander's head burst open, red and white viscous liquid splashed everywhere. I couldn't dodge. I was splashed all over my face. I watched in amazement as the chief of staff of the division bent his knee and plopped down on the snow. Then I fell back heavily.

I was scared out of my wits by the unexpected changes. I immediately fell on the ground, holding my head in both hands and burying my face in the snow. I prayed to myself in my heart: "injustice has its head and debt has its owner. It was the chief of staff of the division who shot you just now. It has nothing to do with me. Don't shoot me."

After a while, I felt that there was no movement around me, so I raised my head carefully. The soldiers who had been running all the time just now were standing in the same place. The young soldier standing in front of the commander's body was holding a smoky submachine gun. It seems that the chief of staff of the division was killed by him.

I got up from the ground, grabbed the submachine gun in his hand, and yelled at the soldiers in a daze around me: "go back to the trench, don't let the German devils rush." Shouting and pushing the shooter to the edge of the trench. The soldiers hesitated for a moment, turned around and jumped into the trench, putting their weapons on the edge of the trench.

I squatted on the trench, carefully observed the trench in the distance, and found that it had been completely occupied by the German army. Although their tanks and armored vehicles did not cross the trench guarded by infantry, they all lined up at the side of the trench, aiming at the muzzle and vehicle mounted machine guns. Maybe they are building up their strength to launch a new attack.

When I looked back, I found that there were cavalry on the edge of the forest. The vanguards were lining up. At the same time, a large number of cavalry were pouring out of the forest. Rokosovsky is talking to the commander of the cavalry. It suddenly dawned on me that the reason why the soldiers just stopped was not because they were shocked to see their division chief of staff killed, but because they saw the cavalry stopped at the edge of the forest blocking their way.

A few hours ago, the submachine gun that I never left was buried in the collapsed church. In such a war-torn battlefield, only wearing a pistol with very limited range and power, I was very uneasy. So instead of giving the submachine gun back to the young soldiers, I bent over and ran towards the command post with the gun.

When I approached the cavalry line, I only heard the last sentence of rokosovsky to the cavalry commander: "we have no way back. You should immediately organize your troops to fight back and take back the position!"

"Yes The commander on the horse replied loudly: "please rest assured, comrade commander. I will lead the troops to charge immediately and drive the Hitler bandits out of our army."

"Go ahead, I'll be waiting for your good news in the command post." Rokosovsky finished, with general zaharov and several staff returned to the command post.

I stopped and did not move. I looked at the real assembled cavalry in front of me, and then looked back at the well defended German position. I could not help worrying about the impending attack.

I looked at the cavalry commander with the rank of major in front of me, hesitated for a long time, but still summoned up the courage to say to him: "Comrade major, the German army now occupies a favorable terrain, and there are tanks and armored vehicles. If we don't have enough artillery cover, we will attack rashly, and we will pay a heavy price!"

The major on the horse gave a wry smile and said, "one must die!" Then he turned his horse's head and ran to the cavalry, shouting orders at his subordinates.

Hearing what he said, I was speechless. I could only stand in silence and watch him deploy troops.

After a while, when the troops were assembled, I heard him make a speech to his subordinates from a distance: "brothers! Russia is big, but we have no way back, because Moscow is behind us... "Hearing this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. I said that krochkov had only said this for a few hours, but I didn't expect that he already knew. But on second thought, I think the commander just told him this. He just used it to boost morale. The cavalry major pulled out his Sabre and held it high over his head: "we swear: to defend our great capital with our blood and life!"“ We swear Thousands of cavalry pulled out their sabers and raised them above their heads like major. The major turned his horse, pointed his saber forward, and said in a loud voice, "the Hitler bandits who occupied our territory are ahead. Brothers, teach them hard with the knives in your hands. " Then he swung the knife down and roared: "forward!"“ Wula The cavalry broke out with an earth shaking cry and began to move forward. The corner of my mouth twitched, and I wanted to stop the major. I said that this is not the age of cold weapons, and I need to keep the formation to give full play to the combat effectiveness. To attack the well-equipped German troops relying on solid positions, if the cavalry were to charge in such a thick and dense formation, it would be almost suicidal. However, as soon as I took a step forward, I suddenly remembered the major's saying that "people always die" and the cavalry's vow to defend the capital with blood and life. I knew that they all fought with the determination to die. Even if I tried to persuade them, it would not have any effect, on the contrary, it would be annoying. So I stopped in time, stood in the same place, and looked in awe at the front line of charging cavalry, a line of 50 horses, a line of four, a total of five teams, horses under the control of cavalry walking slowly forward. I went back to the command post and saw rokosovsky standing in front of the observation hole, watching the charging cavalry through the observation glass. General zaharov also stood with a telescope. Suddenly, he cried excitedly: "Comrade commander, you see, the cavalry is speeding up. In a minute, they will rush forward and chase them out of our position like rabbits." I glanced at the overjoyed general discontentedly and picked up the telescope that had just been placed on the observation hole. I saw that the cavalry began to accelerate gradually after they had crossed the trench. The horses ran faster and faster, but the line was quite neat. Compared with the infantry charge, the cavalry charge is more majestic. However, my main attention was still focused on the major. He rushed to the far left side of the whole team, leaning forward, holding the reins in his left hand, and holding the saber in his right hand pointing forward. The distance from the German trench was less than 100 meters, and the speed of the cavalry charge reached the limit. The rest of the way, as long as 10 or 20 seconds can be rushed past. Just at this time, the opposite suddenly sounded like a pea burst of gunfire, German machine guns, submachine guns, rifles, and armored vehicle machine guns opened fire together, dense firepower stormed to the charging cavalry line. At the sound of the gun, my chest suddenly tightened, my heart beat faster, my breath became shorter, and my hands holding the telescope shook uncontrollably. I saw through the telescope that the galloping horse was hit by the bullet, either standing up in pain, or kneeling forward, throwing the cavalry heavily out of his back. The soldiers who fell to the ground were either trampled to death by the horses coming up behind them or hit by the intensive German fire. For a moment, the cry of the horses and the howl of the soldiers came one after another. I saw the major charge with his horse, and suddenly his whole body was shocked. His right arm, which was held high in the air, tilted back, his five fingers loosened, and his saber fell to the ground with a bang. Then the body shakes twice, directly from the horse's back to the sky, because one foot is still hanging on the stirrup, so the body is dragged by the horse on the ground and continues to run forward. Running in front of the horse directly fell to the ground, behind the horse in front of the trip, charging the team immediately in chaos. Although the Soviet cavalry fell one by one in the continuous shooting of the German army, the people in front fell down, and the people behind were not frightened or dodged, but continued to rush forward one after another. Facing the heavy casualties of the cavalry, I moved my telescope away from my face and turned to look at rokosowski standing on one side. I found that he was looking through the observation mirror to see the ongoing battle in front of him. He didn't even blink his eyelids at the suicide charge of the cavalry. Seeing all this, I can't help feeling a little cold. For a commander in a high position like him, the responsibility is just to stick to the defense line. For him, thousands of people are just a cold number. I raised my telescope again, and with tears in my eyes, I saw that after the German stopped shooting, all the forward charging cavalry fell to the ground. Among the corpses, several soldiers with blood all over them struggled to climb out, waving their sabers and stumbling towards the German position“ Boom, boom Several tank shells accurately landed among them, and the flying shrapnel instantly penetrated their bodies, ending their last charge.