The battle lasted from evening until dark, and the Polish cavalry and the German "cavalry" clashed no less than 20 times, until the last Polish cavalry fell under the guns of the Germans, and the frenzied battle was over.

"This group of people is crazy!" Hans stepped out of the chariot and shook his head as he looked at the blood-stained land and the corpses of men and horses everywhere.

This force was very different from what they had encountered before, and the cavalry units they had encountered before were often crushed at the touch of a button, and this one fought to the death to the last man, and not a single man escaped.

It's as if they didn't come to fight, but to die.

They were indeed here to seek death, and the cavalry unit that could fight Hans was not an ordinary cavalry unit, they were a unit under the Polish Guards Cavalry Division, and their status was like that of the "Leon Andrés Guard Banner" in the German SS.

The glory on them did not allow them to watch their capital being occupied, just as the "Führer Guard Flag Corps" did not allow anyone to provoke the majesty of Lyon. However, they and their horses could not fight the German Panzergrenadiers with strong armor, so they chose to die in front of the capital, in order to jam the wheels of the German steel chariots with their bones.

Even if it's stuck for an hour, it's fine.

Therefore, although these Polish cavalry were mortal enemies, their spirit of even holding back their own offensive still convinced these proud German panzergrenadiers.

They all got out of the chariot full of knife marks, took off their helmets and held them in their hands, put their left hand on their right chest, and nodded slightly at the corpses everywhere.

It was a ritual among knights in medieval Europe, and it was also the modern Iron Knight who paid homage to the traditional cavalry.

Presidential bunker in Warsaw.

One of Mościtchi's secretaries walked from inside the operations headquarters to outside Mościtchi's office with a telegram and hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door and walking in.

Mośichitsky, who had been closing his eyes, raised his head and opened his eyes when he heard a knock at the door.

"Kieślowski, it's you." Mośichitsky said wearily, rubbing his temples with his hand and closing his eyes again, "I thought the Germans had come in." ”

"Sorry, Mr. President, I didn't know you were resting." Kieślowski said embarrassedly, turned and walked out the door.

"No, I'm just squinting a little." Mośchicki waved his hand, sat up straight and said, "What's the matter?" Is there news from our strategic counterattack forces? ”

Kieślowski sighed when he heard this, and replied: "Yes, my president, the Strategic Counterattack Force has sent back news. ”

"How? Did they meet their goals? When Mošichitzky heard this, his eyes, which had revealed a deep sense of exhaustion, regained their focus.

"No, my president, our counterattack force is defeated." Kieślowski said sadly, "Four cavalry divisions and three infantry divisions were all routed, with a total of more than 50% casualties, and the most elite Guards Cavalry Division, from the division commander to Major General Sław, totaled 9,168 men, all killed!" ”

When Mośichitsky heard the battle situation, his face, which was still a little bloody, turned completely white, and his eyes, which had just radiated a little bit of vitality, also dimmed again.

"I should have guessed it a long time ago." Mośichitsky closed his eyes again and smiled self-deprecatingly, "I killed those boys, because of my delusions, tens of thousands of soldiers spilled their blood on the battlefield." ”

"No, it's not your fault, Mr. President, soldiers are born to defend their homeland." "And the surviving soldiers have no intention of blaming you, they have sent back the news that they are coming to Warsaw, and they will fight to the last man together with the defenders of Warsaw!" ”

"Ugh." Mośichitsky sighed, "If the soldiers of Segdon and the 'Pomorian' Army Group had their consciousness, the situation would not have become like this!" ”

"Also, Mr. President, since the strategic counterattack has failed, there is no need for you to stay here." Kieślowski advised, "While Warsaw is still in flames, you still have a chance to leave." ”

"No, I said earlier, as president, I will accompany the capital of the motherland to live and die together!" Mościcki smiled rarely, "If the Germans hit Warsaw, then I am a soldier in this office, and if they want to take this piece of office land from me, they have to ask me for the gun in my hand first!" ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Kieślowski, paused, and continued: "Kieślowski, you go, you are still young, there is no need to accompany me, a half-cut man into the ground, to die. ”

"But ......," Kieślowski was stunned for a moment.

Mościcki interrupted Kieślowski with a wave of his hand, saying: "You don't have to die here, you still have a long way to go, and if the motherland really destroys, you still need to rebuild it, just like Pilsudski did at the beginning." ”

Pilsudski was the restored president of Poland, now the founding president of the country, who worked hard for most of his life to re-establish the country, and finally seized the precious opportunity of the First World War to re-enter Poland after a 123-year absence from the world.

Therefore, Pilsudski, who has such great achievements, is also called "Polish Napoleon" by the Poles.

Kieślowski opened his mouth to refuse, but after thinking about it, he nodded, and decided to follow Mościcki's words and leave Warsaw.

He made this decision not because he was afraid of death, but because for his homeland, there was not a single corpse, but it lacked a partisan commander, a rebel leader, and a Pilsudski.

"What about my other colleagues?" Kieślowski remembered three other colleagues who were also Mościcki's secretary.

"They? Hehe, one of them is more greedy for life and afraid of death, if they are allowed to leave, they will fall into the arms of the Germans in the blink of an eye! Mościtchki sneered, "So they can't leave Warsaw, they have to give their lives for this country!" ”

While the two were talking about Mośčić's other secretaries, one of their "talking partners" ran into Mośěcitchi's office with a document and shouted: "Mr. President, it's not good! ”

"What's the matter?" Mośichitsky looked at the panicked appearance of the comer, frowned and reprimanded, "Stabilize your emotions!" You are the secretary of the president of this country! ”