Major Shanprot, whom they had spoken, was hiding behind a pile of bushes on a small hill, and looked with a telescope at a clearing about five hundred meters away, where about three hundred peasants in various clothes had gathered. They were arguing over something around an officer in a Bulgarian uniform, but after a while, the officer stopped them, ended the argument and began to organize the ranks.

"Battalion commander, what should we do?"

One of Major Sanprot's subordinate company commanders leaned next to him and asked quietly.

Major Sanprot put down the binoculars in his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said to him. "Call our men to prepare to ambush them ahead."

The company commander asked in a slightly puzzled whisper. "Battalion commander, they are just militiamen, as long as we rush once, we can defeat them."

Facing the question of the company commander under his command, Major Sanprot lowered his voice and scolded him. "Rush once? Whose dead and wounded are your soldiers? ”

After being lectured by Major Sanprot, the company commander retreated in a gray manner, intending to let the cavalry go around in front of these militias and deal with them ruthlessly.

Major Sanprot watched for a while, and after confirming that the militiamen were going to go to Silistra, he retreated, took the reins from the adjutant, and led his horse forward to make sure that he would not disturb the Bulgarian militiamen, and then mounted his favorite horse and hurried towards his cavalry battalion.

Three kilometers away, Major Sanprot's cavalry battalion was ready and waiting for his own battalion commander to come.

The company commander, who had come back first, asked when he saw Major Sanprot returning. "How's the battalion commander?"

"These militiamen are going to Silistra and we intercept them in front." After Major Sanprot finished speaking to the company commander, he shouted at the entire battalion. "Let's go."

The cavalry battalion followed its commander and began to move. They bypassed the militia from the flanks and rushed to a wooded field five kilometers ahead, where the road cut right through the middle and was an excellent ambush spot.

Here, the soldiers of the cavalry battalion set up their only heavy weapons, two Maxims and four Madsen machine guns, on both sides of the road, and the soldiers dismounted and laid in ambush on both sides of the road, waiting for the Bulgarians to come up. Half an hour later, the Bulgarian militiamen appeared in front of them in two columns. Seeing the approaching cavalry battalion of the Bulgarian militia, the soldiers also buried their heads so as not to be discovered by them, and these militiamen really lacked military qualities, and when they approached here, they did not check, and walked in in a line.

Major Sanprot would not have been polite when he saw this, and when the Bulgarians came to the middle of the woods, he gave the order. "Hit"

Six machine guns fired at the marching ranks, and his cavalry battalion soldiers raised their guns from both sides to fire in a round.

In the face of the sudden and fierce attack, these untrained militiamen showed panic, watching the people next to them fall in droves, some of them were acquaintances they knew, for a time the only patriotic fervor of these militiamen was lost, all of them were scurrying around like headless flies, some wanted to fight back because their friends were killed, some wanted to hide in the woods because they were afraid, and some people threw away their rifles and lay on the ground in fright.

The battle ended quickly, and this time the only officer in uniform in the militia team drew bullets like a beacon, and at the first time Major Sanprot saw that he had been shot dead by more than ten shots and could not die again. And where these militias, who lack command, are the opponents of the elite standing army, and more than ten minutes after the start of the battle, there are no more people to resist.

Major Sanprot shouted at his own soldiers. "Ceasefire."

Then the gunfire died down, and the soldiers of the cavalry battalion began to check the results of the battle with their rifles, and called the frightened militiamen to take prisoners.

A company commander who had counted the results of the battle stepped forward and said to Major Sanprot. "Battalion commander, this time we eliminated 287 enemy troops, of which 218 were killed and 69 were taken prisoner. We only had two minor injuries. ”

The company commander did not say that the seriously wounded prisoners, who were generally unable to stand up on their own, were dealt with on the spot. This is also the practice on the battlefield now, and no one will waste medicine for the seriously wounded of the enemy unless it is a big man. And this group of militia obviously can't have big people, and they are all recruited by peasants on the spot.

After hearing his company commander's report, Major Sanprot said. "Let the soldiers clean up the battlefield, and we'll leave in two hours, otherwise Commander Vydeschi will be angry."

"Obey the battalion commander."

After answering the call, the company commander walked over and arranged for the soldiers to prepare to bury the Bulgarian militiamen who had died in battle.

Two hours later, Major Sanprot had a platoon take the prisoners to the rear, and he himself continued his march to the Bulgarian rear with a battalion of cavalry, leaving a new mound in the woods, in front of which a rifle was inserted upside down, as if to tell the world about the battle that had taken place here.

The militia that had been killed in the battle had planned to rush to Silistra, which was already full of Romanian troops, and half an hour earlier, the 3rd Division had broken through the defenses of a militia regiment, and now they were going to reorganize and continue their departure.

The inhabitants of this small town looked at the Romanian invaders who had attacked their homeland with mixed expressions. Because this would be the new territory of Romania in the future, Eder ordered the army not to act aggressively, so the inhabitants of the area saw an army that was fierce to their relatives on the battlefield, but did not do anything to them after the war.

The commander of the 3rd Division, Major General Midlore, was reviewing the results of the battle, and after reading it, he said to Lieutenant Colonel Karlmen, the commander of the 2nd Regiment, who was standing in front of him. "At the cost of 187 casualties, the defending 3,200 enemies were routed, and only more than 800 people were allowed to escape, which was a good fight."

Faced with the compliment of the division commander, Lieutenant Colonel Carmen felt the need to explain. "Division commander, we were able to achieve such results this time, mainly because of the heavy firepower of our army, and the militia regiments defending here are poorly armed and equipped, even the Kangka rifles from forty years ago. And they still lack training, and they can be worse off the head than 150 meters. ”

Hearing Lieutenant Colonel Carmen's explanation, Major General Midlore knew that he considered himself a fully armed and professional army, and that for such an army of an entirely civilian level, victory was not at all worthy of praise. So he looked at his lieutenant colonel and said. "I won't say much about this battle, but the situation you mentioned is very beneficial to our army, and it can help us reduce our own losses. Okay, you get out. ”

Lieutenant Colonel Carmen, after hearing the words of Major General Midlore, saluted him and walked out.

The Chief of Staff saw that Major General Midlore had driven Lieutenant Colonel Carmen out and went forward to persuade him. "Division commander, Lieutenant Colonel Carmen just can't turn around, I believe it will be fine in a few days."

Major General Midlore heard the persuasion of the chief of staff, sighed and said. "I know all this, I asked them in the previous training, facing the German, French and Russian armies, so he would say this when he suddenly hit an almost civilian arm, but now I hope he will change his thinking quickly."

Soon after the capture of Silistra by the 3rd Division, the 2nd Army also captured Ruse, which was across the river from Djulijiu, and the 3rd Army also captured Dobrich in the evening, and the small number of troops placed there by the Bulgarians with the militia was no match at all, and was defeated by the Romanian army, and was completely unable to stop them, and now the only ones that could delay their footsteps were the 2nd Independent Brigade at Varna, and the newly recruited 14th Division at Suman.