During the day of the 15th, the Soviet regiment commander Cox, who was guarding the upper reaches of the Gava River, watched as the Polish soldiers were digging various fortifications in different ways, like a swarm of ants, and their heads were sticking out from the grass on the east bank from time to time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"We can't let them dig fortifications unscrupulously like this and order the artillery regiment to bombard one round."

"Yes, sir." An officer immediately ran over to deliver the order.

After waiting for a long time, the sound of artillery in the rear was still not heard.

Why haven't they received my orders for so long? Could it be that something happened on the way! Cox thought suspiciously.

Just as he was about to send someone over to check on the following, the original officer hurried back and reported: "Sir, the commander of the artillery regiment said that he did not see the Polish troops crossing the river, and that they could not open fire so as not to reveal their position. ”

"! It's so unreasonable. Cox said angrily as he slapped the table.

Cox walked around the cabin of the headquarters and said to the officer: "It is better to ask for a few people, let the artillery company under our regiment shell the enemy troops." I must fight the arrogance of the enemy to me. ”

"Yes, sir."

Boom, boom, four shells in quick succession fell on the positions of the Polish army on the west bank of the Gava.

A blast of dirt fell on the heads of the Polish soldiers in the nearby tunnel.

"Pay attention to concealment, stay in the fortifications and dig!" The shouts of Polish officers immediately fluttered above the positions.

After four shells, more than ten seconds later, four more shells fell from the sky.

A Polish veteran squatted in the tunnel with his head down and said leisurely: "What are you afraid of with only four artillery, I think we charged against thousands of cannons of Austria-Hungary on the Eastern Front・・・・・・

The Polish army was tense for a while, and with the arrangement of the officers of the whole division, the troops quickly returned to normal.

Cox took the binoculars and carefully observed the situation on the other side: with the shelling, the Polish excavation stopped, but after a while, a shovel shoveled the dirt out of the tunnel, and the shells fell on the nearby mound of dirt, which only paused the excavation there for a few minutes before continuing

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Weakly putting down the binoculars in his hand, Cox ordered in a low voice, "Stop shelling." ”

On the night of the 15th, a Soviet company of thirty men quietly came to a remote section of the river under the orders of Cox.

The soldiers sailed in small boats, one after the other, toward the west bank.

Safely crossing the middle of the river, slowly approaching the west bank, suddenly:

Click, a dense burst of light machine gun gunfire rang out, mixed with the crisp sound of a Mauser rifle.

The Soviet soldiers were caught off guard and defenseless, and blood flowers appeared on their bodies.

"Stop shooting!" A minute later, a Polish officer ordered.

Only a few small boats laden with corpses were slowly sinking across the river.

On the afternoon of the 16th, the commander of the 1st Polish Infantry Division launched a river-crossing offensive in accordance with the planned order.

The subordinate artillery regiment had already entered the dug artillery bunker in batches in the evening of the previous day, and after receiving the order, the artillerymen immediately pulled open the branches and tarpaulins covering it, revealing the black muzzles.

Boom, boom, the artillery continued to pour fire on the Soviet positions on the Gawa River according to the firing parameters that had already been calibrated. Shells continued to explode along the banks of the Gawa River, enveloping the entire position in a cloud of smoke and dust.

Groups of infantry, with rifles on their backs, dragged wooden platoons and rushed towards the Gava River.

The remnants of the soldiers on the east bank immediately opened fire, and the remaining points of fire also opened fire.

The sound of rifle and light and heavy machine gun gunfire was intertwined.

One by one, Polish soldiers were knocked down on the riverbank.

The Polish artillery immediately carried out accurate shelling of the exposed Soviet fire points in the map, and a heavy machine gun was blown up on the position, and the rest of the fire points were also forced to move positions, and the fire on the opposite bank was immediately suppressed.

The Soviet artillery regiment, which had been in the rear, saw the fierce attack of the Polish army and immediately aimed at the west bank and began to shoot.

Shells exploded on the land of the West Bank, and the flowers of death bloomed rapidly, taking the lives of the Polish soldiers nearby.

The remaining Polish soldiers dragged the rafts to the river, pushed them into the river, and connected them one by one.

"They must not be allowed to build pontoons." Cox commanded in a loud voice: "Hit the fire and aim it there." ”

The machine gun hit the mountain of wooden rows, and sawdust flew everywhere on it. Shells also kept falling on the side of the pontoon bridge that had just been built.

With a bang, a cannonball just hit a wooden row on the pontoon bridge, and the wooden row suddenly disintegrated, and a few pieces of wood flew a few meters away at once, floating away directly along the river.

Seeing that the river crossing was not going well, in the early morning, a clarion call for retreat came from above the Polish position, and the remaining Polish soldiers put down their deep wooden platoons and retreated backwards with their wounded comrades. The Polish soldiers, who had already entered the river, also dived away.

The smoke cleared, and the banks of the river were littered with craters and corpses.

Cox looked at the corpses of the Polish soldiers and was very excited, and said loudly: "Just to teach them a hard lesson like this, quickly report the situation of our battle to the command and ask for assistance." ”

"Others stepped up to repair the damaged fortifications."

The sound of the cannon of this battle spread dozens of miles away.

Ivan listened to the rumbling of artillery from the upper reaches and looked at the corpses of the Polish soldiers floating down the river, and was also very surprised: "It seems that their crossing of the river failed." Are the Poles really ready to cross the river upstream??

Am I too nervous? Ivan stood in the command post, holding a periscope, carefully observing the situation on the other side of the Gava River, but the dark clouds in his heart could not be dispersed.

Koval rallied the battalion commander to gather in a semi-underground assault, hearing the distant sound of artillery gradually subside.

Koval gave a solemn military salute to the south, turned around and asked, "How are everyone's preparations?" Any omissions were immediately identified. ”

"Everything is ready." Several officers replied loudly.

"Okay, now everything is in place, only the east wind is owed. Hang up our semaphore flags. It's 12 o'clock in the evening. “

"Yes, sir."

Koval looked at the corpses of Polish soldiers floating down the river into the distance, and felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart: they died because of one of my plans. When did I start to get cold-blooded and win in this cruel and shameless way?

Perhaps it is the war that makes us use more and more cruel means against the enemy, against our comrades-in-arms, against our relatives and even ourselves. Because only in this way can we live, can we win, and so many things are meaningful!