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Together, the soldiers dug a large pit on the side of the road, put all the bodies of nearby Soviet soldiers in it, simply filled it with earth, and inserted a tombstone made of tree trunks.

Koval took a bayonet and inscribed on it 'Tomb of the Fallen Soviet Soldiers, May 1919'.

Maybe if I fail, I'll be buried in this vast forest, and no one knows. Koval stood quietly in front of this humble tomb, his expression solemn, and secretly thought: I must defeat all the enemies and bury them all like this.

The soldiers also walked along the road next to the tombstone with serious expressions and embarked on a difficult journey.

"Marching at a normal speed, I fought well yesterday, and I don't need to do training for forest marching today." Koval ordered.

'Oh'!"

"Oh・・・・・・" the soldiers cried mischievously.

Koval glanced at the troops and saw Anna sitting on top of a wagon with a first-aid kit. Normally, the medical guards also marched on foot with the troops, but there were only a few doctors and nurses in the whole army, so they usually only walked a short distance empty-handed. No soldier would talk too much if they were to sit on the carriage, after all, they would have to rely on them when they were wounded. As soon as she saw Koval's gaze, she immediately glared at her coquettishly. Koval smiled smugly at her, and she immediately turned her head shyly.

Koval continued to move forward with his troops, and after last night's fierce fighting, most of the Soviet troops in this area had been wiped out, so Koval could speed up his march with more confidence.

However, a large part of these Soviet soldiers should be residents of Pabrad, and he killed so many soldiers himself, and he didn't know what to expect in Pabrad, Koval was a little worried.

From last night's battle, Koval also learned about the troubles of mountain warfare. Had it not been for Koval outflanking the enemy's rear, the enemy would have been able to escape under the cover of the forest. Despite the firepower of Koval's men, more than a dozen enemy troops fled, and in the dense forest, the pursuit of ordinary troops was really more effective than nothing.

Preparing for a guerrilla war in the mountains against the Soviet troops, he was naturally able to make the enemy very uncomfortable. But if the Soviet troops, with the help of the local population, engaged in a guerrilla war against the Polish army, it would probably be Koval who would be uncomfortable. The guerrilla war was half lost at the thought of the inhabitants of the towns and villages along the route giving a message to the Soviet troops, so in any case it was necessary to enlist the support of the local population, at least neutrality.

By noon, Koval could already see the town ahead. The road ahead runs northeast through Pabrad, and the Neris River and the railway pass near this town.

"Go in and have a look." Koval didn't know the town, but he had to face them.

Locke led the vanguard to explore the way.

"Sir, most of the doors in the town are closed, and there are no pedestrians on the road, which feels very strange." The herald ran over and reported.

"Let's be vigilant." Koval ordered. As he spoke, he ran to the front to take a look.

I saw that the Polish troops loaded bayonets on their guns, deployed defenses along the road, and blocked every road crossing, as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Hurry up and ask what's going on!" Koval urged.

Polish soldiers knocked door to door along the road, but none of them dared to open it.

"Where's the mayor's house?" An officer shouted, "I'll slam the door and go in without saying anything." ”

"The biggest one on the side of the road is the one that goes on." A man replied quietly through the door.

Koval walked forward with his soldiers and smashed open the door of the village chief's house.

A sturdy old man of about fifty years old walked out and said, "What are you doing at my house, sir?" ”

Koval had seen the behavior of the townspeople towards the Polish army and knew that it would be difficult for them to accept it for a while.

If you can't make someone fall in love with you, then let him fear you, Koval thought to himself.

"We just went into the town and saw all the residents' doors closed, what's the matter?" Locke snapped.

"Commanders, you don't know, these years are in chaos, everyone doesn't know your army, and it's inevitable that you are a little afraid." The old man said humbly.

"Last night, a group of Soviet troops attacked our army, which was already defeated by our army and almost completely annihilated. Their bodies were buried about fifteen miles from the town. If there are people from your town, you can go and bring the body back and bury it again. Koval stared directly at the old man and said solemnly: "I don't want to pursue the previous matter, but if there is still someone in your town who contacts the Soviets and reports to them, I will definitely catch him and hang him at the gate of your town." ”

"How dare you? Absolutely not. The old man said respectfully.

Koval said as he walked into his room, and the old man followed closely behind, trying to stop but not daring to move.

An old lady inside took a little girl and hid in a nearby room. Koval couldn't help but laugh, this scene made him feel like a big demon king.

Koval looked around the room, his gaze resting on their dining table. The beech bowl is topped with several porcelain bowls, a few black steamed buns, and a pot of water next to it.

Koval walked over, stared at it, picked up a steamed bun, broke off half of it and gave it to Locke, and tasted it himself, it was very rough, and there were wild vegetables in it that I don't know what they were. Koval felt worse than those military steamed buns.

"That's all you eat?" Koval turned to the old man and asked in surprise, how could a good mayor eat such a thing with his family?

The old man said in frustration: "The team sent by Moscow has taken away all our food, saying that it is to support the revolution. At first it was just to take our surplus food, and then it didn't even spare our rations. Alas・・・・・・"

When Koval heard the old man's words, he couldn't help but recall:

Immediately after the establishment of the Soviet regime in 1917, there was a wartime food crisis, which turned into a famine in the coming spring. In May 1918 Lenin sent a telegram to all parts of the country: "There is no food. The red capital was on the verge of extinction due to famine...... In the name of the SSR, I ask you to support Petrograd without hesitation. ”

In order to maintain power and win internal and external wars, from the second half of 1918 to the spring of 1921, the Russian government implemented a "war communist policy", which included a ban on the sale of grain and the collection of surplus grain.

On January 11, 1919, the Council of People's Commissars of the USSR issued a decree requiring the peasants to pay their agricultural products in accordance with the figures set by the government, and to hand over all the surplus grain and part of the rations to support the Red Army and the workers. In order to implement the decree, the Russian government sent grain collection teams carrying weapons to collect grain and agricultural products by military means. The conscription teams often collected the peasants' seed grains and the most basic rations, and suppressed or punished a considerable number of middle peasants and even poor peasants as rich peasants. This provoked a detachment of the peasant strata from the Soviet power.

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