A Soviet heavy machine gun was fired at the Polish artillery position, bullets snapping across the mound outside. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Kill them!" The Polish soldiers were as excited as if they had been beaten with a single shot to kill one of the enemy's firepower points.

The cannon moved its muzzle slightly, and with a cannon sound, the shell landed ten meters next to the heavy machine gun, but the impact of the explosion swept the heavy machine gun team away, and the fragments of the shell cut wounds on their bodies.

The Polish artillery destroyed the firing points above the Soviet positions on the opposite bank one by one, and the remaining firing points also became cringe, constantly changing their positions, not daring to stay in the same place for too long.

The second company of the second battalion, which was suppressed, finally relaxed.

Hearing that no bullets had fallen from the guards, Alex immediately shouted, "Hurry up, the enemy is being pinned down by our artillery!" Hurry up and set up the wooden raft! ”

The Polish soldiers immediately got out from under the wooden platoon and pushed it forward.

Wooden stakes were nailed to the bottom of the river, and bundles of rope tied the rafts to them.

Ivan commanded the troops to slowly shrink, compressing the range of the battalion commanded by Locke.

It only takes another twenty minutes to be able to repel this group of enemies, Ivan thought silently in his heart.

"Report to the regiment commander, all the artillery of our regiment has been destroyed, the enemy's artillery is violently bombarding our positions, and the comrades are about to be unable to withstand it!" An officer ran over and shouted.

Ivan was immediately stunned, and then listened carefully, and sure enough, there was only the sound of artillery on the other side in his ears.

"If you can't stand it, you have to hold it, and if you lose the position along the river, I will shoot you. I'm afraid of something, I'm here. Ivan yelled at him.

The officer gritted his teeth, turned around and ran back.

"Go and ask for reinforcements, bring a few more people, and don't take the road near the dense forest behind, where there is their ambush." Ivan said to the officers beside him.

"Yes, sir." The officer drew his pistol and lit several soldiers and rushed towards Daugavpils.

Ivan looked at the pontoon bridges and large numbers that continued to stretch in the river, and then at the Polish troops nailed behind him, and could only helplessly look at Daugavpils with a hint of anticipation.

Now it is impossible to hold it, and it is impossible to win, Ivan thought in his heart: but he can't give up his position immediately, he can only be forced to defend this place, hey, it will be a while if he can hold it for a while.

The Soviet soldiers on the banks of the river fought very hard, and their machine-gun fire had to be constantly shifted, so that the firepower provided was greatly reduced. Even so, the machine guns were slowly destroyed by the Polish artillery, one after the other.

The machine guns of the Polish army could be used with impunity against the Soviet infantry.

Koval said to Yakov: "The plan to cross the river enters the second step, you go and contact the command and ask the artillery to aim at the middle area of the positions of the Soviet troops leading to the lower reaches of the Daugavpils. Then report to General Himigvi that the various units can be gradually transferred to our regiment. ”

A company of Polish troops lay in ambush on one of the main roads leading to Daugavpils from positions on the lower Gava River.

In the grass behind them lay the corpses of several rounds of Soviet heralds.

The bayonet division commander paced slowly in the headquarters, and every minute and every second passed very slowly.

Ten minutes later, he suddenly ordered: "Send a regiment to the downstream position at once to support, and the artillery regiment moves to the north side of the city near the downstream position, ready to support at any time." ”

"Yes, sir."

The troops of a regiment rushed briskly towards the downstream positions.

"A large number of Soviet troops are coming!" An ambushed Polish soldier came briskly from the front and reported.

"Prepare, attack for a minute and gradually retreat." The Polish company commander ordered.

Several Soviet sentries walked in front of the grass where the Polish soldiers were hidden, and one soldier picked at the grass with his rifle.

"Let's go, and we'll have to go ahead and check it out." Another Soviet soldier urged.

The Polish soldier in the grass held his breath and remained motionless.

The two Soviet soldiers made a hasty inspection and walked forward.

After a while, a Soviet soldier ran back and reported: "Everything is normal ahead. ”

"Keep marching." The head of the Soviet regiment ordered.

The Soviet troops rushed in orderly formations towards the lower positions.

Listening to the majestic footsteps of the Soviet troops getting closer and closer, the Polish soldiers in the grass pulled the bolts of their guns and tightened their grips on their weapons.

The grass trembled with the sound of footsteps, and the Soviet troops came under the guns of the Polish troops.

"Hit!"

The sound of intensive fire from submachine guns suddenly sounded ・・・・・・ click, followed by machine guns and rifles, not to be outdone.

Several rows of Soviet soldiers walking on the perimeter were knocked to the ground without the slightest notice of the sudden bullet.

"There's an ambush!"

"Lie down!"

"Stand back!

"Rush over!" All kinds of shouts and commands mingled with all kinds of wails and screams.

And the Polish soldier hid in his position without saying a word, constantly pulling the trigger.

The Polish soldiers aimed their weapons at the black figures, killing with the efficiency of machines.

The Soviet troops fled the road as they opened fire in all directions.

When the Soviet troops in the rear heard of the attack in front of them, they immediately changed from column to column, and the machine gunners immediately stopped, set up machine guns, and fired continuously at the grass.

"Withdraw!" The Polish company commander emptied the four magazines in his hand and immediately ordered.

The Polish troops of this company immediately retreated into the dense forest.

A soldier lit a match, leaned against the ground, and a dragon of fire rushed forward.

Suddenly, there was a bang, and the whole grass burned violently.

The Soviet soldiers looked at the fire that had suddenly been lit with some strange feeling.

By the light of the fire, some vague figures of the Soviet troops could be seen.

"They're going to run away!" A Soviet soldier shouted.

"Chase after it!" Soviet officers at all levels scolded their troops.

Groups of Soviet soldiers rounded the burning grass and vigilantly searched for the Poles.

A rugged Soviet officer, rifle in one hand, strode through a low place of flames.

"Good! Terrible! The soldiers next to him applauded.

The gruff officer stepped out on the edge of the flames with a smug face. A flash of fire rushed up his pants, and his shoes and pants immediately burst into flames.

"!" The officer slapped the flame with one hand, but as soon as he took it away, it burned again. He casually threw away his rifle and flapped it with both hands, still unable to stop the flames.

The soldier next to him also changed color, constantly exclaiming.

The officer felt that his bird feathers were burned, and where there was constant turmoil.

"Get on the ground!" The soldier next to him shouted.

The officer immediately threw himself on the grass that was not on fire next to it.

A pungent breath rushed into his nostrils. Good smell, vodka taste, I love it! The officer sighed unconsciously in his heart.