Syllable!

Yikes! Click!

A yellow bullet casing popped out of the chamber of the gun, falling silently, bouncing and falling lightly on the dirt floor, and then a leather boot stepped over it, and its body was pressed deep into the sand, and finally it lay silently.

Until a long time later......

"Mommy, Mommy! Come and see! I picked up a bullet casing! The little boy crouching on the ground had beautiful blond hair, and he was holding a mud-covered bullet casing, whether it was a 7.92 mm bullet from a Manlihale Model 1895 or Mauser Model 1898 rifle, or a 7.62 mm bullet from a Mosin Model 1891 rifle, and the little boy didn't care.

"Harald! Let's go! It's going to rain! A young village woman in a headscarf stood in the distance, calling out to her child, as a large dark cloud quietly covered the land in a gray darkness. Soon, little drops of rain fell, gently hitting the green grass leaves; The wind blew on the vast meadows, blowing waves of green waves.

The little boy put the bullet casings in his pocket, ran quickly to the woman, took his mother's hand and left.

For the Poles, there was nothing memorable about that day, it was just a change of invaders.

On that day, the soldiers belonging to Austria-Hungary and Germany were as dazzling as they were......

September 28, 1914, a scorching hot afternoon in late summer.

"Forward!" The Austro-Hungarian soldiers marched slowly with brisk steps, their long bayonets pointed diagonally forward.

Behind the soldiers, the German-made Makqin heavy machine gun desperately sprayed 7.92 mm bullets, and rows of Austrian soldiers wearing dark blue uniforms lay on the ground, placing their rifles on small mounds more than ten centimeters high, constantly pulling the trigger and pulling the gun to provide fire cover for their companions, and also firing bullets at the Russian soldiers on the opposite side.

The advancing Austrian soldiers looked at the Russian soldiers who were also advancing in line on the opposite side with indifferent eyes, the Austrian officers gave orders again and again, and the Austrian army column also made short pauses again and again: the soldiers in the front row knelt on one knee, the second group of soldiers stood and raised their guns, and after the two rows fired together, the soldiers in the back row passed between them in an orderly manner, and the whole queue began to move slowly again.

At the rear of the battlefield, the Austrian artillerymen busily stuffed shells into the cannons, followed by pulling the cannon ropes at the shouts of the officers. Many cannons retreated in unison, and wave after wave of shells roared towards the Russians on the opposite side, throwing shrapnel at the surrounding Russian soldiers with all their might; In contrast, after the air strikes of German aircraft, the counterattacks of the Russian artillery became sporadic and weak.

Rows of Russian soldiers stopped advancing, and the soldiers began to shoot at the approaching Austrian soldiers in two groups. One by one, the Austrian soldiers fell straight down from a distance where they could barely see each other's faces, but the blue phalanx continued to advance fearlessly until their officers gave the order to fire again.

The cavalry lined up in a neat line, and the horses under their seats were constantly neighing, and although they were facing the Russian Cossack cavalry, which was known for its fierceness, not a single soldier was afraid. The lancers confidently held their spears, and the hussars had already sharpened their sabers.

"For the honor of Austria!" The leading cavalry officer drew his sword, and then there was a sound behind him of a sword drawing.

"For the honor of Austria!" The Austrian cavalry shouted in unison, but the Cossacks on the opposite side still looked at them indifferently, their eyes full of disdain.

As the cavalry officer pointed his sword forward, the ground began to shake slightly, and the sound of horses' hooves quickly drowned out everything. Countless machine-gun bullets flew by, but they could not slow down the advance of the knights, and the only sound of the wind in the ears of the cavalry was the whirring. Accelerate, accelerate, they are chasing the footsteps of the wind!

Two distinctly colored tides rushed towards each other at high speed, and then a violent collision occurred, and the sonorous sounds of metal, shouts of killing, and the wails of the wounded filled the air, making people breathless from oppression.

On a frontage more than 50 kilometers wide, millions of armies were pouring against each other, and even the most astute strategists could not be sure that one side would be victorious, but with the appearance of another force, the situation quickly changed.

The Russian soldiers first heard the faint roar of engines in the east, and then a large black tide appeared on the eastern horizon, and the tide was rapidly advancing in this direction, and when the Russians found that it was a torrent of steel, they all stood there in amazement. Within seconds, God's name was read by countless Russians in the region, but God was helpless.

The Germans rushed towards the Russian army like a crescent shovel, the crescent moon on the two wings of the blade was composed of many armored vehicles, and the recessed part in the middle was the most indestructible tank unit, with ant-like motorcycles and beetle-like trucks closely following closely behind, forming the blade of this crescent blade, and the subsequent infantry units became the handle of the shovel. This shovel rushed straight towards the middle of the Russian army, trying to cut off the Russian army.

The Russian army, which was in the midst of a fierce battle, did not have much to do, and Ivanov sent the only cavalry division in the reserve to stop the German-made giant shovel. Only a quarter of an hour later, the Russians had seen the power of the German shovel, and the more than 10,000 Cossack cavalry could do little to deal with the steel chariots, and the German fire formed a large net in front of the shovel, tearing apart those who dared to approach. Ivanov watched as his cavalry rushed at the German chariots brandishing their sabers, and then one by one they were slashed off their horses by machine gun bullets and shrapnel, and even their corpses lying on the ground could not slow the Germans' advance.

When the Russians hurriedly turned a small number of cannons to shoot, the German shovel had already plunged headlong into the Russian army's array that stretched for dozens of kilometers, and the shovel seemed to transform into a huge chainsaw in an instant, roaring and tearing in the crowd of Russian troops. The Russian soldiers watched in horror as the steel behemoths painted with white iron crosses rampaged through the crowd, unable to damage them with bullets, bayonets and machine guns. Before the Russians could see the monsters in the distance, more intense machine-gun bullets appeared with a large number of German motorcycles, and the German soldiers in the trucks behind delivered more accurate rifle bullets to them.

By the time the German infantry appeared panting on the periphery of the Russian position, the armored forces in front had already drilled a huge hole in the Russian front, and the follow-up troops were struggling to prevent the hole from being closed by the Russians again. German trucks stopped, soldiers jumped out of trucks to set up temporary positions, or fired rifles and machine guns at nearby Russians from trucks, while motorcycles kept circling around, frantically hunting Russians who dared to straighten up.

The Russian soldiers were suddenly at a loss after the sudden blow, and the infantry phalanx was still advancing towards the Austrians, but many soldiers invariably turned their attention to the scattered German tanks that were not far away. The ugly iron bumps seemed to have become the most feared thing in their hearts, a short barrel on it continued to spray orange flames, the shells almost did not stop in the air before crashing headlong into the crowd, the iron tracks made a sonorous and piercing sound to quickly push the multi-ton tank forward, and the white tongue of fire whipped the Russian army over and over again.

The confusion first appeared where the Russian array was pierced, and began to spread to the surrounding area as the German armored forces advanced to the sides. Not only the Russian soldiers, but also many Russian officers were stunned, and they asked their superiors how to deal with it, but their supreme commander, Admiral Ivanov, was also at a loss at this time, not to mention that his cavalry unit was simply unable to fight the German tanks, and he was now engaged in the battle with the last regiment of the Austro-Hungarian army.

Just when the whole Russian army entered a state of hesitation, the morale of the Austrian army was greatly boosted and then suddenly rose to a high point, the horn of the all-round charge echoed in the ears of every Austrian soldier, and even the soldiers who were shooting in cover also inserted bayonets and rushed forward desperately, and the Austrian cavalry who was at a disadvantage broke out a roar, forcing the Cossack cavalry to retreat step by step with an almost crazy momentum.

The German armored units were advancing along the Russian front, and they could no longer bother to greet their other companions to stay in formation or cover each other, and there was no tactics to speak of. Moving towards the crowded Russian troops, loading shells, pulling the gun ropes, pulling the triggers of the pistols, every tanker was doing these things mechanically. In many places, the Austrian infantry consciously followed the German tanks in pursuit of the Russian troops, and it would not be surprising if one found that a German tank plus a company of Austrian soldiers were closely driving thousands of Russian soldiers, compared to the German armored forces with steel bodies and the red-eyed Austro-Hungarian army, most of the Russian officers and soldiers had lost the confidence to continue fighting.

Lieutenant Timo and his tank were heading towards a Russian artillery position, with Major Inge and his infantry regiment following closely. Despite the constant flying bullets on the battlefield, Lieutenant Timo still leaned half of his body out of the turret and kept beckoning to the infantry brothers behind him; Major Inger straightened up and rode on his sturdy steed, while the infantry trotted with rifles. The Russian artillery positions there were already in shambles, and after the German planes had visited, and before the Russian artillery had arrived and cleaned up the place, these uninvited guests had already appeared in front of them, some of the Russians chose to join the retreating infantry, and the other part wisely raised their hands in front of the German tanks and bayonets.

Corporal Stefan was on his heels behind the other motorcycles, who were pursuing a retreating infantry unit on the left flank of the Russians, who stopped from time to time to fire sporadic bullets, but were instantly suppressed by Stefan's machine-gun bullets. Stefan felt very happy at this time, he only needed to pull the trigger until all the cartridge belts were gone, the chaotic queue of Russians became the best home for machine gun bullets, and Stefan felt that where the tongue of fire of his machine gun grazed, a piece of Russian would fall.

Chentian, Olge, Hoffmann and their mobile command have also entered the battlefield, protected by a dozen tanks and armored vehicles, and they are observing everything around them through periscopes inside the armored command vehicle. The Russian units of the 2 armies can only be described in three words at this time: chaotic, chaotic, very chaotic. Some Russian troops are still fighting the Austrians, some are trying to hold back the advancing German armored units, some are attacking the German mechanics and infantry divisions stuck in their main arteries, and many Russian troops have begun to flee the battlefield.

The commander of the Russian army, Colonel-General Ivanov, found himself losing effective control over the Russian army here, and everyone was fighting on their own. He tried to order several corps to launch a counterattack, but the troops who carried out the order were quickly met head-on, and the other units were in a position where they could not be contacted. By this time, the 3rd and 4th armies had lost most of their combat effectiveness, the 5th Army was still trying to get rid of the Austro-Hungarian army that surrounded it on three sides, and the 8th Army had finally stopped its retreat near Warsaw, and their commander Brusilov was gathering his troops.

After a series of coughing sounds from the engine, Lieutenant Timo's tank stopped, and no matter how much the people inside slapped, it resolutely struck. Timo climbed out of the turret, glanced at the Austrian and Russian soldiers who were fighting fiercely not far away, and then looked back at Major Inge's exhausted and panting infantry, and shook his head helplessly, "Major Inge, I'm afraid we're in some trouble!" ”

Despite being on horseback all the time, Major Inge was sweating profusely, and he and his men were immediately engaged in battle after a rapid march of several kilometers, and now they were basically at the limit of their physical strength, "Yes! Looks like we're going to have to stop attacking! ”

After Timo had the communications corps report to his superiors, he sat on the ground with his body leaning against the tank's stiff tracks, and the other eight tanks were parked around, their engines steaming desperately.

"Lieutenant, give!" Inge handed Timo a kettle, who thanked him and raised his head to grunt.

"I think only the infantry in the truck in the mechanic will be better!" Inge said and looked not far away, and the gunfire was still very intense in many places.

Timo nodded, climbed into the tank to help fix the engine, and Inge's infantry engaged in a skirmish with a group of broken Russian soldiers, but the more than 100 tired and desperate Russians quickly surrendered.

Soon Timo received a telegram from the command: repair on the spot, and get the tanks ready to support the Austro-Hungarian Allied forces as soon as possible!

Somewhere on the battlefield, Stefan and the rest of the motorcycle units also stopped, waiting for reinforcements as they ran out of fuel and ammunition on their motorcycles. A considerable part of the German army temporarily slowed down the pace of the offensive because of similar circumstances, and the Austro-Hungarian army once again became the protagonist of the battle.

The resistance of the superior Austrian infantry became weaker and weaker, and finally they let go of their feet and pursued the retreating Russian infantry; The Austrian cavalry, supported by some German armored units, also inflicted heavy losses on the Russian Cossack cavalry after a bloody battle, and finally the remaining Cossacks chose to retreat, and the scarred Austrian cavalry units were no longer able to pursue, and they turned to attack the Russian infantry.

On the wide battlefield, many Russians abandoned their equipment and retreated in the direction of Warsaw, while the rest were driven by the Austrian infantry and cavalry like hares.

In the evening, this large-scale encounter finally came to an end, and the Austrian and German armies also successfully joined forces in the middle of the battlefield, and countless Austrian soldiers cheered the victory with the Germans. Archduke Friedrich shook Chentian's hands with trembling eyes, and his excitement and joy were palpable, for it had been a long time since he and the Austro-Hungarian army had achieved a victory of this magnitude.

"Your Royal Highness, I really envy you for having such a brave and tenacious soldier!" Chen Tian greeted him, on the surrounding battlefield, the gunfire has gradually subsided, the Austrian soldiers are clearing the battlefield, groups of Russian prisoners have been gathered, and some other Austrian infantry are scattered, using bayonets to ensure that there are no fake Russians on the ground.

"Your Royal Highness is really young and promising, and the weapons of your army are indescribable! Together, I think the march into Moscow is just around the corner! At this time, Friedrich, who was already full of pride, seemed to have set his sights on the far northeast.

"Moscow?" Chen Tian was a little dazed, the ice and snow of Russia buried the ideals of countless strategists, and the dreams of Napoleon, whom he admired the most, were shattered there. "Your Royal Highness, let's get rid of the current opponent first!"

Friedrich was a little disappointed, but got to the point. They then agreed that a part of the troops would continue to clean up the battlefield, and at the same time send 100,000 German-Austrian troops to cut off the return route of the Russian 5th Army.

The besieged General Plevé did not accept the persuasion of the German-Austrian army to surrender, but led his troops to break through by night, and finally broke through with more than 9,000 cavalry, while the rest of the troops were surrounded by the German-Austrian army, and all surrendered to the German-Austrian army before dawn.

In this battle, the Russian Southwest Army Group suffered a fatal blow, 1 army group was destroyed, 2 army groups were severely damaged, and a large number of artillery and other weapons and equipment were lost, a total of 600,000 Russian officers and soldiers were killed and wounded and captured, and the remaining more than 400,000 remnants were huddled in the Warsaw area; The Austrian army suffered more than 72,000 infantry and cavalry casualties in the battle, the German army lost more than 4,000 soldiers and a small number of armored vehicles, and the German and Austrian troops captured more than 1,300 Russian artillery pieces, countless guns and ammunition.

When the news of the victory reached Austria, the city of music was even enveloped in an all-night revelry; The bells of Berlin also rang again for victory.

On the road to the rear of the Austrian army, countless Russian prisoners moved forward with their heads hanging down and heavy steps.

More than 120,000 German-Austrian soldiers marched towards Warsaw, especially the group of Austrian soldiers in dark blue uniforms, all of whom had high morale, singing cheerful songs and looking at a large number of German tanks and armored vehicles with curious eyes.