Chapter 38: The same cavalry

On the plains of Ukraine, hordes of tanks roared and marched on the frozen soil. Now these tanks are no longer wheeled tanks. They were captured by the Red Army from the White Army, copied from European countries, and the "Gray Wolf Tank" was converted into a mess.

The tracked tanks in this cavalry regiment in front of me are relatively neat. "Renault" made by the French in all colors. The French, who admired gasoline engines, produced this combat vehicle, which was adapted from the "Gray Wolf" tank, was a little faster than the "Gray Wolf" in terms of speed. At present, these tanks are equipped with armor plates and ammunition due to the increase in engine horsepower.

The tanks were accompanied by "armored vehicles" with top armor because of the haste of the war. On the roof of the car was a 2.7 mm machine gun with a shield, inside which were Red Army soldiers, huddled with ammunition.

The officers of the Red Army did not care much about the casualties of the troops. The USSR, which now occupies most of the territory, does not lack replenishment of forces. As for the loss of equipment, on the contrary, it was a matter of greater concern for the officers of the Red Army.

After all, Russia, which has been restabilized, has not very strong industrial production capacity, and it is almost out of breath to cope with the current war. Therefore, when the armored vehicle advances, it must not only carry its own ammunition, but also carry some shells for the tank.

As a supplement to the transport forces of the troops, the Red Army was not so bold as to play any kind of fully mechanized troops like the Bundeswehr. A large number of war horses retired from cavalry divisions became the driving force for transporters. Some of the soldiers, as their narrow wheels got stuck in the road crushed by the tracks, swung their whips desperately and whipped the backs of their horses.

The horse's sweat-soaked backs were covered with wet whip marks from the whiplash.

All this fell into the eyes of the cavalry corps resting on the side, the soldiers of the tank division. After attacking all night, they had been given the order to rest and recuperate. The reason why he stopped in the woods by the roadside, except to avoid the enemy's aerial reconnaissance, was to wait for these damned baggage soldiers.

Sitting on the turret of a tank, staring at the soldiers with eyes red from the night's fighting, smoking homemade cigarettes in their hands. Hearing the pain in the neighing of the horses, the eyes of some of the former cavalry and now tankers darkened.

As the former commander of the cavalry regiment and the commander of the tank division today, "Roaring Babin" naturally feels the same way as his subordinates when they are suffering such torture from horses, their once closest comrades.

"Hey, you bastard, why are you hitting it like that!"

Stretch out your long legs and jump off the tank. "Roaring Babin" came to the carriage where the baggage soldiers had stopped.

"Yes, sir!"

When the baggage soldiers saw the rank on the epaulettes of the "Roaring Babin", they immediately jumped out of the carriage and stood down.

"Smack!"

"Roaring Babin" waved his arm without warning, and then the baggage soldier felt a hot pain on his face.

"You...... Why do it...... You......! ”

The heavy soldier stroked his hand over the beaten spot on his face, and opened his young round eyes. The young lips were bitten by their own teeth because of this humiliation, and even the round eyes showed signs of tears.

"Then why did you fight it, do you know, when you were not a soldier, it was already galloping on the battlefield for the USSR today, don't you know, it is the best partner of our cavalry?"

Look at it all, Paul. Kochagin closed his eyes for a moment. He seemed to see the horse that had carried him and Linda off the battlefield, and finally shed its last drop of blood for their safety.

He gritted his teeth and came to his division commander and the baggage soldier. As a friend, a former cavalryman, he perfectly understood the mood of "Roaring Babin". But as a political instructor, he couldn't help but say a few words.

"Does it hurt?"

Much has been done for ideological work, Paul. Kochagin already belongs to the kind of person who can observe people's thoughts. When he spoke, it was as if he was not an officer, but just a big brother. As he spoke, he stopped the soldier from saluting him.

"I have to say that it was not the right thing for this division commander to slap you. But even though he is incorrect, your behavior is even more incorrect. If you need the Judge Advocate General's Office to deal with this, then I'm afraid I'll have to charge you with sabotage of military equipment as well. As for why I say that, I beg you, my brother, to open your eyes and look at our armbands! ”

Anyway, Paul. Kochagin leaned his body and motioned with his eyes to the soldier to pay attention to his armband.

It was a red banner, and on the solid steel shield was a picture of a cavalryman swinging a sword and slashing.

With Paul. Kochagin's movements, the distorted look on the soldier's face gradually faded. At least it seemed that he had understood that he was wrong this time!

This time, when he saluted, he did not have the casualness of the logistics soldiers at all. His tearful eyes grew brighter, as if for a moment he had understood what war was!

"I'm sorry sir, I think I understand what I'm doing wrong!"

"Well, brother, don't make any mistakes because of this little thing, I just want you to understand that a good warrior is first and foremost a warrior who takes care of his weapons and equipment."

"Yes sir!"

At this time, "Roaring Babin" looked at the childish appearance of the baggage soldiers, and seemed to feel that his behavior just now was a little excessive. If this soldier goes to the court-martials to sue himself, then the consequences may be difficult to say.

Here, we have to say something. The Bolsheviks of the Soviet Union at that time, when the Red Army was just being created. It is still possible to maintain the original attitude of treating every soldier equally, whether he is an officer or a soldier. As for the "deterioration" in the future, in this history that has been changed into a mess, it has become a completely unknown problem.

"Growling Babin" just moved his lips, according to Paul. Kochakin's observation, he estimated that his commander might apologize to the beaten creep.

At this moment, the communication soldier appeared beside the three of them at an inopportune time. He seemed to be in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to salute when he got closer.

"Sir, Polish cavalry has appeared behind us, and they have the potential to cut off our supply lines. Now the command ordered our troops to go immediately, to repel this attack and completely crush the cavalry of the Poles! ”

"Cavalry?"

"Roaring Babin" with Paul. Kochagin glanced at each other, and in the eyes of the other party, they knew that everyone was reluctant to complete this order to "slaughter" the war horses. It's a pity to mention that they are soldiers, and the truth that military orders are like mountains is clear.

"Well, please report back to the headquarters, our cavalry division will act immediately!"

The messenger agreed, reached out and took the order signed by "Roaring Babin" and turned to run.

"Well, that's it! Good luck my brother! ”

"Roaring Babin" said this, and immediately turned and ran to his tank. By this time the approximately command had already informed all the tanks by radio, and when he jumped on them, the tanks, like him, had already begun to "roar".

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The course of the war is a matter of urgency. Although the officers of the Red Army had just experienced the battle to purge the White Army in the country. But the staff officers of the command are obviously not very familiar with the offensive of large-scale armored clusters.

Relative to the huge armored clusters, the infantry protecting the logistics line, due to their rather low level of mechanization, was still slowly advancing on the road crushed by tank tracks. Compared to the Polish cavalry that went on a counteroffensive, the infantry protecting the transport line was quite weak.

"Ula ......"

The Polish cavalry was always brave, and a considerable number of Polish officers at this time were still remembering the glory created by the cavalry of the Kingdom of Poland.

When the sabers waved were in a row, when the horses were in a herd, the sound of the drumming hooves was enough to shake the heavens and the earth. Facing the red glow of machine-gun bullets, the soldiers of the Polish cavalry division made a sound like a sea of mountains.

Machine guns could not effectively resist the onslaught of such a scattered formation. Before the infantry of the Soviet Red Army had time to replace the empty guns with new magazines, hordes of Polish cavalry had already poured into the incomplete positions that the advance troops had hastily established.

Where the saber flashed, blood was splashed in the scream.

However, the good fortune of the Polish cavalry almost ended there. When the few infantry protecting the transport line were dispersed, the Polish cavalry did not have time to cheer when they found that more Soviet Red Army was catching up. Even the engines of the hordes of tanks made a sound that almost drowned out the guns of the cavalry.

"Peng ......"

The Polish cavalry stopped their horses, and their eyes were a little glazed as they looked at the growing tank group. Obviously, most of the people have not yet figured out what kind of weapons to use against these enemies, who have apparently just arrived.

At this moment the sky flashed with the light of signal flares, and the Polish cavalry habitually pushed their caps upwards at the four corners. He bowed down on his horse, and his mouth made a "wula" sound when he charged.

Driven by the order, the cavalry pounced on death!