Stepan's cavalry battalion was overwhelmed by a company of guards led by Geihard and Victor Weber, and immediately turned around and fled, soon disappearing into the night.

Webb got up and took advantage of the victory to pursue, but was stopped by Gaehard.

"Let them go, Lieutenant. Besides, we can't catch up. Geihard patted the dirt off his body and asked Webb to check the casualties.

At this time, after hearing the gunshots, Lieutenant Colonel Werther, the lieutenant colonel of the third battalion, who was on combat duty, urgently arranged the defense of each company of the battalion, and then quickly rushed to the scene of the incident with the third company.

"Your Excellency Lieutenant Colonel is really fast enough, and you are almost catching up with your promotion." Gaihard joked.

The colonel smiled. The sound of gunfire is an order, and if you don't do it quickly, you can't do it. Werther replied.

"Did you see the division commander return to the camp?" Gaechard asked.

"I don't know, we're on combat duty tonight, not in the barracks." After Witte finished speaking, he led the soldiers of the third company and left.

At this time, the guard company had already assembled by the river, and after Weber carefully counted the number of platoons and squads, and found that there were no casualties, he reported the situation to Chief of Staff Gaehard, and then waited for the next action order.

"Back to camp!" Gaechard returned a military salute.

"Colonel, how can you tell that this must be a cavalry unit of the Soviet army." On the way back to the camp, Captain Victor Webb asked curiously.

"It's very simple, the German cavalry is mostly in the rear, and with the development of tanks, they are no longer the main force of the charge, and at such a late hour, the probability that our cavalry will cross their positions and enter the confrontation zone between the two sides is zero, so I am sure that this is the cavalry of the Soviet army." Captain Webb was impressed by Geihard's explanation.

Major General Paw Fischer was still working on the lights, and Geihard first gave a brief account of what had happened to the two armies, and then, in the name of the division headquarters, informed the General Command of the dangerous encounter, hoping that the troops would be brought to attention and the level of preparedness raised.

After listening to Geihard's report, Wilhelm Buhler received a telephone call that the command offices of several forward divisions and regiments had been attacked by Soviet cavalry, and after listening to Geihard's report, he immediately issued an urgent notice to all units of the 11th and 10th armies, urging all units to persist in patrolling at night, paying attention to light control, and extending the dark posts to the front line by 5 kilometers.

At the same time, the 14th and 15th German armies besieging Warsaw were also attacked by the Soviet 1st Cavalry Army. Hoffman attached great importance to it and ordered the armies to make rapid adjustments and began to consider measures to eradicate this fundamental scourge.

On 27 April, through careful planning, this task was given to Werther's 3rd Battalion.

Witte immediately convened a meeting of all the officers of the third battalion to come up with an important plan. The discussion at the meeting was very intense, and Schumacher and others unanimously agreed that it would be more convenient to use battalions and companies as units to attack and harass large targets, and it would be better to intersperse them in enemy-occupied areas in the form of assault units, but Schmidt believed that the effect of encircling and destroying them at night would be more obvious.

In the end, everyone voted by a show of hands, and Schumacher's plan had a slight advantage. As a result, Vinda decisively adopted this suggestion and made personnel arrangements.

"First of all, I declare that I am the leader of the commando team, everyone has no opinion, right?" Witte felt he should lead by example.

"I disagree, Lieutenant Colonel. You are the backbone of the whole battalion, and it is unreasonable to join the commando team, but you still have to rush to the position of captain, I am the first to object. Hank said unhurriedly, smoking a cigarette.

"Then who do you say is this commando leader?" Witt asked with a smile.

"I don't care who is the captain of this team, anyway, I don't agree to you joining the commando." Hans said very firmly.

"Okay brothers, this time I'll be a bureaucrat, this captain can only be me, you can be my right-hand man and help me with advice, that's it." Werther has always been decisive, and this time he is also the one who will do it.

Hank tilted his head to one side and inhaled a smoky cigarette. As for Werther, he understands that this person who is three or four years younger than himself and was promoted to lieutenant colonel in the firing line within a few years of being a soldier may not be found in the whole of Germany, or even none, and the commando team is walking on the tip of a knife with his head on his head, and he really doesn't want to let this military star fall prematurely.

The captain is already in the possession of Werther, and the rest of the team is very easy to choose. After Schumacher signed up, Schmidt also signed up.

"The original team attacking Bialystok is the first choice, and I don't care about the rest." Hank didn't want to say anything, but he didn't want to lose his qualification as a commando, so he put forward his opinion.

"Good! I accept Hank's opinion. Witt said with a smile.

The news that the commando team was secretly selecting team members spread in the third battalion, and the sergeants at the level of squad leader all had the opportunity to win a game, and for a while, you were fighting for each other, and there was a lot of trouble, and many soldiers were volunteering to join the commando.

Witt was overwhelmed for a while, so he had to choose the best of the best, and evaluated them in terms of physical fitness and performance in various subjects, and selected three soldiers from them.

Martin Amek, non-commissioned officer; Tess Bell, non-commissioned officer; Dietz Breuich, non-commissioned officer. Witte decided to evaluate them after looking at their resumes, and although they were all the first to participate in such battles, these non-commissioned officers had performed well since Bialystok.

The assault team was finally finalized, and Werther's ears really calmed down.

During the day, these people sleep in their beds without being disturbed. However, after night, these people became alive and strange one by one, and became the ever-changing elves who made the Soviet army talk about tigers.

For two consecutive days, the commandos deliberately avoided the Soviet cavalry, and tried their best to select those battalions and companies that were not well guarded to carry out sneak attacks, on the one hand, to improve the night attack ability of the commandos, and on the other hand, to deliberately make the Soviet cavalry take it lightly.

On May 30, just after nightfall, Werther's assault team quietly set out. As before, before each mission, no one except Witt himself knew what the mission goal was, and it was not until half an hour after the team set off that Witt was officially announced.

"Attention, today is the first round of our battle with the Soviet cavalry, and before the mission, I must tell you that the cavalry reacts very quickly, so we are also required to take the right approach when carrying out a sneak attack......," Witt said very seriously.

"You're the captain, we'll just listen to you." Hank chimed in.

"Well, my second lieutenant, you're no longer an ordinary soldier, don't be petty. Say, what do you guys have good ideas. Werther looked at everyone.

"I have a solution, but it's not very authentic." Sgt. Martin Ameke said.

"This is war, Sergeant. As long as you can defeat the enemy, there is no such thing as being authentic or not. "Hutter dislikes people who go around the bend the most.

"We have a big farm in my hometown, and the owner has a lot of fat and strong horses, and because the owner is mean, we have no choice but to collect a weed called 'horse stumbling' and secretly put it in the forage for the horses to ......eat," Ameke said.

"Tell me quickly, I'm dying, so what?" Hute was in a hurry to straighten his feet.

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