In a rectangular clearing on a high ground west of Stoker, thousands of Russian soldiers in gray-and-black uniforms were silently wielding sapper shovels, loads of dirt were carried from other places and spread on the ground, and dozens of empty oil drums filled with stones were pushed back and forth by people. Around the clearing, thousands of German soldiers sat on motorcycles and trucks with indifferent expressions and stared at the Russians, the black holes of machine guns made every Russian prisoner dare not think about it.

The Russian laxity was very much displeased with the German officers in charge of supervision, and they kept using whips and leather boots to drive them to speed, but even then the progress was slow.

"The Germans should want to turn this place into an airfield, everyone try to slow down as much as possible, our troops on the periphery will come to solve us soon, the battle in the east sounds fierce, I believe the Germans will not last long!" As some of the Russian captives spoke to the soldiers around them and encouraged them to spread the word to the rest of the world, a small commotion began to erupt in the crowd.

The German soldiers also noticed the situation, and they shouted "no talk" while dispersing the Russians who were gathered together, and at this moment the two Russians actually quarreled, and the kung fu movie was staged, and all the Russians stopped and watched the excitement.

On a small hill in the distance, Major Robert, the head of engineering for this temporary airfield, coldly watched the farce below. It was evident that the Russians had deliberately delayed it, and it was only when a few German soldiers rushed over to separate the two Russians that the other Russian prisoners began to wield their shovels in a foolish manner.

Due to the heavy rain that made the flat ground that had previously been used as an airfield muddy, the corps command had to use these Russian prisoners to build a new temporary airfield, both German and Russian armies had a lot of sapper shovels, Robert did not need to worry about tools, but the Germans were not stupid, they would not work hard for the Germans.

After speaking on the phone with the Legion Command, Robert had a strange smile on his face, and he called the soldiers next to him to give him a few words.

Ten minutes later. Two Russian cooking cars drove up to the side of the flat field, and Robert walked up to the car and picked up a simple loudspeaker and shouted in Russian: "Russian officers." Now I will implement a lump sum responsibility system for you, and in a while my soldiers will divide you into batches, and a group of people will be responsible for the construction of a piece of land, and which piece of land will be completed and passed my acceptance, and this group of people will be able to eat. Bread and potato soup at lunch today! ”

Soon, the rectangular flat floor was divided into dozens of square lattices, each of which contained a simple drum converted from an oil drum. The Russian prisoners were divided into hundreds of people. Each is responsible for his own compartment. Hearing that there was another meal, the crowd of Russian troops moved slowly, but under the persuasion and intimidation of some Russian military officers, their movements were still slow, and the project was not much more than just now.

After a while, several trucks brought in another batch of "Russian prisoners". The faces of these men, though sometimes dirty, did not have the same exhaustion and frustration in their eyes as the other captives. Led by the German soldiers, they quickly walked to the two squares in the corner and quickly swung their shovels.

Soon after, the smell of potato soup wafted from the cooking cart, and the toast from oven to stove made the eyes of the Russian captives glow green. Many of the German soldiers were also swallowing their saliva, and after the fall of Kimon, the daily ration of ordinary German soldiers was reduced, and many of them were rumbling in their stomachs.

Led by the later 'Russian captives', many Russian soldiers also unconsciously picked up their speed, some of the Russian officers were still muttering, and Major Robert had his soldiers pull the chattering guys out of the crowd and beat them violently.

In less than half an hour, the two small lattices were leveled and compacted by the later "Russian prisoners", and Robert pretended to walk around twice to accept this, and then waved them to the cooking cart to get food. After these men sat aside with bread and potato soup and feasted on them, the whole construction site suddenly became a hot scene, and all the Russian prisoners were desperately working, they had barely eaten since they had been captured yesterday, they were already hungry, and all of them were re-energized by the thirst for food.

"We're alright, we're all right!" Soon, a group of real Russian captives also leveled and compacted their grids, and their excited shouts plunged the other Russians into even more frantic labor.

Robert walked over to the flat ground, and although the quality of the lattice was better than that of the previous "Russian prisoners", he still shook his head, and the eyes of the Russians were full of disappointment.

"The ground here needs to be smoother, and the land needs to be pressed a few more times, but I'm sure you can get food as soon as possible!" As soon as Robert said this, the Russians swept away their previous desires and started actively.

"We're all right!"

"We're all right!"

The Russians shouted one after another, and Robert busily went to inspect and shake his head again and again, but in the end several groups of Russian prisoners of war made their lattice impeccable, and Robert waved his hand, and they ran towards the cooking cart with cheers.

However, when the Russian captives found that they were only given a small amount of bread and potato soup, their eyes were full of confusion and bewilderment. They had seen the first batch of "Russian prisoners" receive large pieces of bread and large bowls of soup, but it was too late for them to realize that they were smiling and talking to other German soldiers behind the cooking carts.

The construction of the temporary airfield was completed in a short time and with high quality, and German planes soon rumbled and took off from this flat and solid land.

While the first reconnaissance planes were over the battlefield east of Stoke, the German infantry were withdrawing from the Russian positions, and not far behind them, three Belorussian cavalry divisions were speeding forward. The pilots on the reconnaissance plane could not help but worry about their infantry brothers, they saw from the air that the infantry still had a distance of thousands of kilometers before they could return to their positions, and the Russian cavalry was less than 3 kilometers away from them.

On the ground, Paulus, holding a limping Polk, fell behind the retreating German infantry.

"Paulus, leave me alone. Run for yourself! Otherwise we will all be caught up by the Russians! Seeing the Russian cavalry getting closer and closer, Poole was a little desperate.

"Don't be stupid, have you forgotten the spirit of our Legion? Never abandon your fellow soldiers!" Instead of looking back at the Russian cavalry, Paulus continued to help Pulk on.

"Even if I run alone, we can't outrun the hooves of the Russians! But don't worry. Do you remember the last order before the attack? ”

"After the Russian cavalry appeared, they were ordered to disengage from contact with the enemy and retreat, and after seeing a green flare, those who did not return to their positions were all lying on the ground?" Poole realized that his panic had almost forgotten the order.

"That's right. I now understand the meaning of this command! Paulus had an admiring look on his face. At that moment, a green flare rose into the air.

The pilots of the reconnaissance planes in the air were surprised to see that a dozen and a half German infantry who had not withdrawn to their positions all fell to the ground in an instant, and at this time the Russian cavalry was less than 100 meters away from the last German soldier in the forward, and all the cavalry entered an area between 500 and 3,000 meters away from the German position.

The Russian cavalry were very surprised by this, but they were also surprised to see a large number of Makqin heavy machine guns on the Russian positions, which were not placed in the machine gun positions in the trenches at this time, but on the flat ground behind the trenches. The German machine gunners crouched behind the heavy machine guns and looked indifferently at the roaring Russian cavalry, the barrels of the Maxim heavy machine guns on the tripod slightly upturned. All the Russian cavalry was already within range of this metal Grim Reaper.

The sound of more than 400 Makqin heavy machine guns firing at the same time was terrifying and pleasant. At this distance, a heavy machine-gun bullet could even penetrate the neck of the war horse and concentrate the riders, and the front row of the Russian cavalry in the front row was all pierced through the chest in an instant, and they didn't even have time to feel the pain

He was already planted with his mount to the ground. The muddy ground was knocked out of a small mud puddle by them.

In the face of this sudden blow, the Russian cavalry in front was hit before they had time to slow down, and the cavalry in the back did not know what was happening in front of them and still maintained the speed of the impact, they suddenly found that the front was full of cheerfulness, but at this time they were already exposed to the German machine guns.

Countless bullets flew overhead, and the German infantry lay on the ground tightly, fearing that they would be hit by their own bullets if they raised their heads slightly. In fact, not a single German infantry was hit by machine guns from their own positions, but some of the hapless guys in the back were hit or overwhelmed by the fallen Russian cavalrymen, inferior to the unfortunate Borus.

As Borus and Poole were lying on their stomachs next to a puddle of mud admiring the commander of this tactic, there was a violent crash next to them, and a Russian cavalry company planted its horse in the mire next to it, splashing a large cloud of mud.

"Ahh My leg! ”

Poole looked back and saw that the body of the war horse was actually pressed against Paulus's left leg. Looking at Paulus's pained expression. In a hurry, Poole wanted to go over and move the horse for him, but as soon as his head was raised, Paulus grabbed him.

"You're crazy! Don't move, do you want to be hit by a bullet from your own people? I'm fine, I can stand it! Borus gritted his teeth and spat out these words.

Poole didn't speak, he crawled behind as low his head as he could, and Paulus's crushed left leg was already a bloody blur. He tried to move the Russian horse away, but with all his might, the heavy horse did not move.

Polk looked around, his rifle lying quietly in the mud not far away. He crawled over with all his might, and his injured thigh ached, but he didn't care. Finally, he felt his rifle, removed the bayonet, and crawled back.

"Paulus, don't move!" He shouted, and then stabbed the bayonet into the horse's belly, and made a long cut with force, and the horse's blood and internal organs slowly flowed out, and the horse's internal organs flowed out of Paulus's leg and also fell on Pork's body, and he didn't care about the nausea, and pulled out the remaining internal organs in the horse's belly little by little. When only a shell remained, he finally pulled Paulus's left leg out from under the horse, only to find that it had been crushed and broken.

"Ahh Borus screamed.

"Don't move, your leg bones are broken!" Poole looked around again, there was nothing to use as a splint, and they were now just here waiting for help.

The long ten minutes finally came to an end, and the machine guns on the German positions stopped firing. On the ground in front of the position, half of the ground was a large field of German infantry in gray uniforms lying on the ground, and the back half was the corpses of Russian cavalry and war horses in black pressure, and the whole land was stained red with blood.

After a few seconds of silence, the battlefield erupted in cheers. The German infantrymen, who had been lying on their stomachs in the mud, climbed up one after another, excitedly waving their rifles in their hands. Not long ago, they thought they were going to be slaughtered by Russian cavalry, but now only about 1,000 of the more than 30,000 Russian cavalry have fled back to the woods, and in fact the Russian army east of Bialystok has been defeated. The Russian infantry who retreated after the fierce battle just now were originally preparing to counterattack with the cavalry, but they were all stunned in their original positions when they saw this scene.

"Fight back!"

With Chentian's order, the German soldiers turned around and rushed towards the Russian position, and the feeling of happiness for the rest of their lives after the catastrophe made each of them full of confidence. This time, before making contact with the Germans, the Russian infantry quickly retreated, leaving behind a lot of artillery and ammunition that had not yet had time to be pulled.

After the German infantry charge line left, Polk stood alone on the battlefield, and a group of medical escorts was rushing from the position. Borus was lying on his back with a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the blue sky, his face almost convulsed with convulsions of pain, and a relaxed expression appeared on his face, for him, the war might be over.

After attacking the Russian army east of Bialystok, Chen Tian did not let his troops immediately pursue eastward, but ordered the infantry to clean up the battlefield and rest in place.

Half an hour later, Chentian finally waited for the report of the reconnaissance plane: the Russian army in Kimon began to withdraw to the east and blew up the railway near Kimon on a large scale.