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Koval immediately put away his rifle and slowly retreated. Koval had no interest in the horrific death of a target who had been shot in the head.

There was a burst of low shouts from the other side, and Koval shifted his position without hesitation.

While it seems that this situation can still find a good target to snipe, Koval would never do such a risky thing. As the saying goes, if you often walk by the river, how can you not get your shoes wet. Naturally, Kovar knew that only by better protecting himself could he get more results.

A bullet suddenly skipped over Koval's head, just three inches away.

"Damn, you're being targeted." Koval complained to himself.

Immediately clinging to the ground, it quietly retreated back like a gecko.

"It's a dog!" Koval spat out the grass root he had accidentally held in his mouth, and lay down on the ground to rest quietly for a while.

This zigzag and crawling or crawling distance of nearly 100 meters is really uncomfortable.

As the night wore on, there was a terrifying silence on both sides of the strait. The occasional gunshot will inevitably bring a multiplier counterattack.

Koval took a few sips of water and found a new position to continue the ambush.

An hour passed, two hours passed, and the enemy forces in front of this section of Koval did not show any flaws.

The enemy positions in front of him seemed to be empty, but Koval had a strong sense that someone was lurking there, and he was watching it closely.

Koval searched inch by inch, vaguely guessing the positions where his opponent might be lurking.

Koval moved his fingers gently, keeping it flexible.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out from here, and it seemed that Polish soldiers on the west bank of the Gava River had opened fire.

Several beautiful muzzle flames immediately flashed on the enemy positions on the opposite side.

Koval pressed the trigger lightly, relenting at the thought that the opponent in front of him was likely waiting for him to reveal his position.

As his comrades near Koval opened fire, the opponent on the opposite side seemed to be unable to bear the loneliness.

A bush seemed to move, and Koval pulled the trigger on the grass three inches above the ground with his senses, and then immediately slowly retreated against the ground.

Enemy bullets belatedly hit Koval's sniper position.

"Sir, you killed him, and I saw the grass fall down at once." Majewski also stepped down and said excitedly to Koval.

"Change places." Koval said.

The night was spent in such sporadic gunfire, without the fierce momentum of a rain of bullets, but with a deadly rhythm that kills invisibly, and almost every bullet symbolizes the death of a life.

As the sun rose, Koval withdrew from position with the sniper squad. During the day, machine guns, artillery, and even rifles in the hands of ordinary soldiers would greatly increase the threat to these sharpshooters, and it would not be worth it for Koval to exchange these sharpshooters for the lives of ordinary soldiers, even if one for ten.

At the same time, the rest of Koval's soldiers were digging desperately behind them with shovels and hoes.

"Parker, how's the digging going? Will you be able to dig before the night of the sixteenth? Koval asked, walking over to him.

"Sir, we plan to dig a 450-meter-long Z-shaped trench to about 50 meters on the bank of the Gawa River, and then dig a 150-meter trench as a position for the attack. The trench was two meters wide and one and a half meters deep, and a total of 1,800 cubic meters of earth had to be excavated. The soil here is soft, easy to dig, and we have enough tools to do it in three days. Parker replied with a blank look.

"Very good!" Koval patted Parker on the shoulder and said.

Koval continued to walk backwards, and Polish soldiers carried the logs to a makeshift wood-processing factory. Dozens of soldiers are tying the logs with rope and rattan.

Koval carefully examined the rafts and said with satisfaction: "These rattan ropes have been tied twice, which is very good. These wooden platoons are the most critical thing for our army to cross the river, and we must not be careless and cut corners. ”

"That's what the chief said." Jonson chimed in.

"Can one hundred and fifty bamboo rafts be tied on the night of the sixteenth?" Koval asked.

"I will definitely complete the task." Johnson exclaimed.

"Okay, then we're all set to do, and we just owe it to the east wind."

Ivan held out all night in his position behind the riverbank, his eyes red from the sniper tactics of the Polish army.

"Sir, the person on the other side has retreated." The herald ran to say.

Ivan stood at the back of the position, quietly watching the soldiers carry the corpses over. Frowning, he asked, "How many people did we lose yesterday?" ”

"Report to the sir, our army lost a total of eighty-five men last night." The officer said in a low voice.

"What about the results of our sharpshooters later?" Ivan asked.

"The sharpshooters of our army suffered a total of thirty-five casualties, killing and wounding twenty-one targets." The officer said firmly.

In fact, the results of the Soviet army naturally did not have so many, but it was naturally common for the Soviet army to exaggerate the results of the war, especially in such an unverifiable situation.

Ivan looked at the positions of the Polish troops that had fallen silent, and a very heavy feeling arose in his heart: it seemed that something bad was about to happen.

"Strengthen your vigilance, arrange these sharpshooters tonight to deal with the harassment of the enemy army, and be careful to cross the river on the opposite side." Ivan ordered.

"Yes, sir."

On the 14th, the entire position along the Gava River was being carried out by the Polish army in various preparations, and groups of soldiers were cutting down trees from the mountains and forests behind them to make various means of crossing the river.

From time to time, the artillery fire on both sides also fired twice, showing their own existence, strengthening the morale of their troops, harassing the opponent's arrangement, and testing the opponent's deployment.

The Soviet troops continued to dig trenches along the river.

At this moment, Locke was leading his troops across the lower reaches of the Gava River, a full thirty miles from Daugavpils.

The two small boats they had brought were not enough, so the soldiers used the collected wood to build a few rafts to make up the numbers.

The boat carried a dozen soldiers to the other side of the Gawa River, and then tied ropes to the bow of the boat, and the boat returned to carry the people, while the soldiers on the opposite bank acted as slender men, pulling the boat over with all their might.

After more than a dozen trips back and forth, the entire battalion was finally sent across the river.