Machine guns rang out above the positions of the 7th Infantry Regiment. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Holy!" The Polish rout lay on the ground and crawled towards both sides of the battlefield.

The darkness of the night gave them the best protection, and most of the Soviet soldiers, preoccupied with attacking positions, did not pay attention to them.

Soviet soldiers rushed to Polish positions under the cover of night.

"The general ordered to immediately open fire on the enemy in front of the position!"

"But it's too dark to see where the enemy is?" The artillery officer said strangely.

"It doesn't matter where the enemy is, you aim at the two hundred meters in front of the position, and we want a wall of fire to slow down the impact of the Soviet troops."

"Yes, resolutely obey orders."

One shell fell two hundred meters in front of the Polish position, immediately blocking the Soviet soldiers who were following behind. Some Soviet soldiers waited for the end of the shelling to pass through the danger zone of 200 meters at a rapid pace. A dozen soldiers slowed down a little, and the second round of shells fell, and they were blown to the ground by the explosion. The other soldiers immediately walked to both sides, preparing to bypass the dead zone.

The Soviet soldiers, who had stormed the foot of the Polish positions, stared with difficulty at the powerful fire counterattack of the Polish army.

A Soviet soldier looked back, and only a few sporadic soldiers followed, so he had to pick up two grenades and rush towards the Polish position.

Numerous bullets hit him in the chest, and the grenade flew weakly and landed halfway through.

Ivan looked at the Polish left flank: as long as the troops were able to break through from the Polish left flank, victory was in hand.

On the Polish left flank, the Soviet soldiers, outnumbered, had already rushed to a few dozen meters in front of the defense line of the tank regiment.

Bullets staggered, grenades kept being thrown back and forth. The tank regiment relied on its powerful machine-gun fire to firmly block the collective onslaught of the Soviet soldiers, and occasionally a few sporadic Soviet soldiers rushed up, which were also dealt with by the soldiers on both sides.

"Sir, how can we deal with the enemy's tanks, our bullets can't penetrate these iron kings at all!" A cavalryman stepped forward and asked.

The Soviet cavalry officer calmly ordered: "Gather our grenades, three or four in a bundle, I don't believe that you can't blow up their turtle shells!" Remember not to slow down, just rush over and throw it under their tank. ”

"Yes, sir." The soldier said excitedly. The trick was passed down immediately.

The positions of the tank regiments were filled with dense gunfire and no one noticed the arrival of the Soviet cavalry at all.

Bundles of grenades were suddenly thrown out of the wheat field in the left rear.

Boom, boom, bundles of grenades exploded over the Polish positions lying on the side of the dirt road.

"Where did the grenades come from? What's going on? The Polish soldier looked back nervously.

"Rush over!" The officer of the Soviet cavalry shouted, and led the cavalry along the dirt road, at a distance of twenty or thirty meters from the Polish position, parallel fast horses galloped past.

He knew in his heart that seventy or eighty cavalry divisions could not rush the Polish tank regiments.

The Polish soldiers immediately turned around and fired bombs at the horsemen who were speeding behind them, but it was not easy to hit the galloping horses in the darkness, and only a few cavalrymen were knocked off their horses.

"What's going on?" Captain Dufort felt his tank shake, as if it had been hit by a shell.

"The Soviet cavalry is rushing from behind!" A soldier shouted as he lay on the side of the tank.

The infantry of the tank regiment was bewildered by the grenade attack, and many soldiers hurriedly turned back and fired.

Soviet soldiers on either side of the tank regiment quietly took advantage of this opportunity to rush forward, one by one, with bayonets and grenades in hand, striding towards a tank.

The 8mm machine gun on the tank kept firing, and one by one the Soviet soldiers fell on the way to the charge.

"Separate, bypass!" The Soviet soldier had an idea and shouted loudly.

Dozens of Soviet soldiers immediately divided into two groups and flanked from the left and right.

The machine gunner inside the tank was stunned for a moment, and immediately fired to the right, and then to the left.

But taking advantage of this opportunity, the Soviet soldiers had already rushed to within ten meters of the tank.

The machine gunner kept turning the machine gun, but the Soviet soldier could not be seen in the narrow viewing hole.

On the positions on either side of the tank lay several soldiers wounded by grenades, and some Polish soldiers fired at the back.

"The Soviets have rushed up!" A Polish soldier shouted.

A grenade fell into the crowd and exploded, and Soviet soldiers rushed in with bayonets.

One side panicked, the other charged to the death, and the Soviet soldiers quickly swept away the Polish soldiers around the tank.

A Soviet soldier picked up several grenades and put them down against the front armor of the tank, pulling off the bracelet at the same time.

With a few explosions, the front armor of the tank was immediately blown open, and the driver sitting in the tank passed out.

The shooter above the turret was still firing constantly.

"Blow it up!" The Soviet officer ordered.

A soldier pulls out a grenade and throws it into the tank from the front armor that has been opened.

The shooter inside the tank heard something fall on the tank with a thud, and immediately tried desperately to open the hatch above his head.

With a bang, shrapnel hit the shooter from below.

"Oh! Oh! My Big Cock! The shooter screamed and threw himself into the cockpit.

"Hurry! Move it! Move closer to the 7th Infantry Regiment! Hearing the grenades exploding around the tank, Captain Dufourh immediately commanded. Tanks without infantry cover can easily be played to death.

With a tank destroyed, a large number of Soviet soldiers rushed over, faintly trying to surround the 1st Tank Regiment.

"Quick! Fast! Rush out! Captain Dufour shouted.

The Soviet cavalry rushed past and turned their horses to do it again.

"Ulla!" "Ulla!" The Soviet cavalry brandished sabers and rode their horses while shouting traditional slogans.

The position of the 1st Tank Regiment was already in disarray, and the soldiers were constantly turning directions, lifting the enemy in front of them, on the left and right. The old fanatical slogans of the Soviet cavalry made many soldiers tremble as they remembered the horrors of countless Cossacks.

Fortunately, there were still a few tanks, and all the soldiers unconsciously fought around the tanks. Everyone knew in their minds that their only hope was at this time.

"Brusky, give me a bundle of grenades!" The commander of the cavalry said.

"Sir, it's run out!"

"Oh! Damn it! The cavalry officer scolded and said, "Let's deal with them with guns!" ”

The cavalry officer with the remaining fifty dozen cavalrymen rode at a distance of fifty meters from the Polish soldiers and fired with rifles.

Soviet soldiers attacking head-on rushed to the positions of the Polish troops.

"Keep them out, this guy can't stand a bundle of grenades! The machine guns are all aimed at the south, and the Soviet infantry cannot be allowed to come close! The last tank was responsible for taking care of the Soviet cavalry and the rear. Captain Dufoure shouted, "Man, you know what to do if you want to get back alive!" ”

The 102 tanks slowly approached the 7th Infantry Regiment, surrounded by a circle of infantry.

Soviet cavalry harassed in the north, stray bullets hitting the Polish infantry accompanying the tanks.