Ivan hid in the trenches, holding a periscope and carefully monitoring the movement on the other side. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He slowly rotated the periscope, searching inch by inch.

Suddenly, a dark figure swooped into his business, and then one by one the figures crossed the camera vaguely.

"Sir, the Poles on the other side have begun to cross the river." A soldier with blood on his body hurried in, shouting as he ran.

"Damn Polish dog, so cunning!" Ivan threw the periscope on the mound of earth and decisively ordered: "Let the 1st and 2nd battalions enter the position at once, the 3rd and 4th battalions are ready to take their place at any time, and the artillery company will immediately open fire and blow up their pontoon bridge for me." ”

"Yes, sir." A herald ran out.

"Tell Command about our situation immediately."

"Yes, sir."

Ivan grabbed his helmet and walked outside, frowning at the glittering flashballs above his head.

Soviet soldiers hurried to the front positions with weapons in hand.

Soldiers of a company of the second battalion of the Polish army were responsible for building bridges, while the rest of the soldiers were shooting cover in the rear. Accurate marksmen also took the opportunity to target the Soviet soldiers who were casually exposing their bodies in a panic.

As the artillery of the Polish army sounded, the Soviet troops suddenly became a little flustered, and no one could notice their rear.

At 11:50 a.m., a battalion hidden in the dense forests of the West Bank began to slowly move around the positions of the Soviet troops, silently waiting for a signal from the East Bank. Two 65mm guns were placed on a high ground a kilometer from the Soviet position.

As the soldiers of the 2nd Battalion began to wade through the water to build bridges, the attention of the Soviet troops downstream was drawn to the Gava River.

Locke immediately ordered, "Split up according to the plan." ”

A company of soldiers ran in the direction of Daugavpils in the south.

The soldiers of the other two companies quietly reached the rear of Ivan's department.

Less than two hundred meters from the Soviet position, a squad of accurate shooters left the large unit, looking for a suitable firing position for themselves.

However, flares also brought a disadvantage, as the Soviet soldiers in the rear saw a group of Polish soldiers running from behind.

"Hey, which regiment are you from? Was it sent from above to support us? A Soviet soldier stood up and waved his arms in a loud greeting.

"Yay, we're ・・・・・・," a Polish officer said as he rushed over in fluent Russian.

Getting closer, the Soviet soldier suddenly felt that something was wrong, and grabbed the Mosin Nagant rifle hanging from his left shoulder with his right hand・・・・・・

The Polish officer gave him a strange smile, quickly raised his pistol and fired a bullet into his head, clutching his weapon and falling to the ground weakly.

"Pick up the pace and charge with all your might!" As soon as the gunshots rang out, Locke immediately ordered loudly.

The surrounding Polish soldiers, unable to hide their tracks, rushed towards the positions of the Soviet troops in great stride.

The nearby Soviet soldiers, hearing the sound of gunfire around them, looked around and asked what was happening.

A group of Polish soldiers rushed towards them, led by soldiers holding MP-18 submachine guns in both hands, rushed to within 50 meters of the Soviet troops, and firmly pressed the button on them, and the bullets continued to come out of the guns.

Soviet soldiers were sent into the trenches by Polish soldiers who rushed out behind them.

Ivan was immediately shocked when he heard the dense gunshots coming from nearby, and hurriedly walked into the headquarters.

"If there is an enemy behind our position, immediately organize the soldiers of the third and fourth battalions to carry out a counter-charge." Ivan commanded loudly.

Several officers rushed out with pistols.

"Quickly get through the call from the command, report the situation, and request reinforcements." Ivan said to the staff officer.

After a while, the staff officer ran over with a pale face and said, "Sir, the phone is not connected, maybe our phone line has been cut by them." ”

When Ivan heard this, he immediately shouted angrily: "Then you can ride over, without reinforcements, we will all die here." ”

Ivan stopped the noisy fighting outside, looked at the chaotic people in the headquarters, thought slightly, and walked out with a few officers.

The troops of Locke's two companies, led by three assault squads, divided into three squads, continued to rush into the depths of the Soviet troops.

Some Soviet soldiers fought hard, but single-shot rifles were inconvenient to use in the trenches, and the rate of fire was far inferior to that of submachine guns.

The Polish soldiers threw three or four grenades into the trenches in front, and then a submachine gun came out of the fork and fired indiscriminately. Immediately after, two Polish soldiers came with submachine guns and re-fired the struggling Soviet soldiers.

With the ferocious offensive of the Polish army, one by one the Soviet soldiers left their positions and ran deeper into the position.

The sound of the Polish army's rushing guns is getting closer and closer. Ivan grabbed a deserter and yelled at him: "Don't run, don't run, follow me, follow me, it's a man who follows me!" ”

Seeing Ivan's call, one by one the deserters began to stop their tracks and follow him.

"Bring those ammunition boxes over and seal the crossings of the trenches for me. And those sandbags, with everything to seal all the trenches connected to the rear, one by one to block the trenches. Ivan was in a hurry, and thought of a way to say: "When you hear someone approaching, immediately throw me two grenades." Put the machine gun behind the trench and send them to hell with the machine gun if someone rushes over! ”

Hearing Ivan's order, the wandering Soviet soldiers finally saw a little hope of success, and desperately moved sandbags and other materials from the trenches one by one to block them in the middle of the trenches.

Sandbags stacked on top of each other, sealing the trenches sideways.

Locke led his troops to continue to assault forward, and the momentum was like a bamboo, and it was very smooth.

Victory seemed to be at hand, Locke thought to himself.

However, the offensive suddenly slowed down.

"Sir, the trenches ahead are all blocked." News came from the front.

The Polish soldiers threw two grenades into it, and the explosion exploded. The Polish soldiers in the back were trying to get over the obstacles, and several grenades suddenly scrapped from inside.

"Grenades!" A soldier screamed.

All the Polish soldiers fell to their stomachs.

However, the trench was cramped, and the power of the explosion was released in the direction of the trench. The two Polish soldiers in front were covered in blood from the grenade, and the other soldiers also had several pieces of iron on their bodies.

There was a soldier who was holding the trench with both hands and trying to climb from the trench to the top, but as soon as he showed his head, he was hit by four or five bullets almost at the same time, and fell back into the trench, and there was no sound.

Another soldier picked up a bundle of grenades and stuffed them under the obstacles, pulled the rope, and ran quickly.

There was a loud bang, and the barrier exploded.