I wonder how much blood Poland is going to shed here? Koval sighed as he looked at the city towering in the distance. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the evening of the 18th, Division Commander Cronin convened a meeting of officers in the headquarters.

"Are the troops of the four battalions ready?" Cronin asked.

"Report sir, it's ready."

"Okay, don't act for the time being, lest the enemy find out about our plans. By night, when it was getting dark, you were moving to the periphery of the position occupied by the Polish army. Commander Cronin said solemnly.

"Yes, sir."

"Have you chosen the position of the artillery? There are also eight artillery pieces to be selected. Cronin asked.

"Report sir, it's already arranged."

"Well, we'll be able to defeat the enemy tonight."

After the ministers left, the staff officer asked curiously: "Division commander, none of these four battalions is the main battalion, will there be any problems with the mission at night?" ”

Cronin said calmly: "Tonight is a night battle, a white-knuckle battle, what does it matter if the weapons of these battalions are a little worse?" Isn't this just the right time to play to their advantage in white-knuckle combat? ”

"Yes, sir."

It was getting darker and darker, and the soldiers of the two battalions of the 1st Battalion held on to the forefront.

Teams of Polish soldiers slept in the trenches with blankets rolled up, and several Polish soldiers sat with rifles in their arms and whispered conversations.

In the city of Daugavpils, the Soviet artillery pushed the artillery slowly, and the hooves of the army horses pulling the artillery were wrapped in a layer of cloth.

The wheels rolled against the hard dirt with a sound from time to time.

"Slow down, slow down!" The Soviet officer next to him was busy directing.

"Listen, what is the sound in the city?" A Polish soldier was keenly aware of the muffled sound of a car.

"What sound can it be? Isn't it just the sound of a gun? They are harassing us and not letting us sleep properly! The comrade-in-arms next to him said disapprerovingly: "It's so dark, who can see the inside of the city!" ”

Sure enough, there was a gunshot and a bullet hit a nearby position.

"Look, I'm right!"

The Polish soldiers around them continued to fall asleep as they were accustomed to, and some even covered their ears.

Under the cover of night, groups of Soviet soldiers quietly advanced towards the Polish positions, and finally stopped at a distance of about two hundred meters from the Polish forward positions.

"The artillery is ready and the operation begins." The heralds hurried through the streets, passing orders on.

The Soviet infantry moved silently forward with small steps, and the long line was silent.

One hundred and fifty meters・・・・・・

100 meters・・・・・・

A Soviet soldier stepped on a piece of broken tiles and smashed it with a crisp thud.

"What sound?" When the Polish soldiers on night heard the sound, they immediately leaned to the ground and listened carefully.

The sound of dense footsteps suddenly reached his ears, and the tension made the scalp tingle.

He raised his rifle, pulled the bolt, and pulled the trigger into the darkness.

"Charge!"

"Ulla!"

Bursts of shouts erupted in the darkness, and the sound of dense footsteps merged into a torrent.

"Enemy night attack! Enemy night attack! The vigilant soldier immediately shouted loudly, and at the same time took up his weapon and opened fire on the rushing crowd.

"Da Da Da ・・・・・・"

Several soldiers on night duty immediately grasped the grip of the machine gun, pulled the trigger, and fired continuously in all directions.

The sleeping Polish soldier was awakened by the sudden sound of gunfire and shouting, and as he picked up his weapon, he woke up his teammates around him.

"Wake up! Wake up! The enemy is coming! ”

As soon as many soldiers woke up, they took up their weapons and followed their comrades to the edge of the trenches and shoot outside.

"Machine guns! The machine guns are all fired! The officers shouted and commanded the troops.

"The enemy is coming! Get on the bayonet! Get on the bayonet! ”

The Poles' machine guns fired incessantly at the Soviet troops, and a succession of Soviet soldiers fell to the ground. But the rest of the Soviet soldiers continued fearlessly.

The muzzle of the Polish machine gun was constantly flashing with red flames, which was very noticeable in the dark night. A part of the Soviet sharpshooters spotted the target and immediately stood still and fired at the Polish machine gunners.

At a distance of about 100 meters, the sharpshooter's shot became very deadly.

A heavy machine gun suddenly stopped firing, and the secondary shooter next to the main shooter saw that blood was pouring out of the main shooter's chest. He immediately pushed the corpse of his comrade aside, sat down behind the machine gun, grasped the handle of the machine gun, pulled the trigger, and fired in the direction from which the bullet came.

The sharpshooter and the Soviet soldiers around him were instantly knocked out by machine-gun bullets.

"Long live the Soviets! The Soviets will win! ”

"Long live Lenin!"

Several grenades were thrown at each other, and after a burst of explosions, more Soviet soldiers rushed into the trenches shouting various slogans.

The Soviet soldier condescended, holding his spear and stabbing a Polish soldier lying in a trench, and the bayonet pierced the Polish soldier's head. He raised his foot and stepped on the top of the Polish soldier's head, drew his bayonet, and continued on.

Some Soviet soldiers did not have rifles and charged directly with spears.

A Soviet soldier with a two-foot-long saber suddenly jumped into the trench from a nearby shadowy spot and slashed at the Polish soldiers around him.

The Polish soldiers reacted in a panic.

Several Polish soldiers with rifles kept aiming, not daring to open fire at will, for fear of hitting their teammates.

The Soviet soldier slashed forward along the trench with a saber, and a Polish soldier raised his rifle to shoot, and the Soviet soldier quickly advanced and cut off his arm with a single sword.

The Polish soldier let out a scream of horror, and the Soviet swordman then brushed his neck, and the screaming stopped abruptly.

As more and more Soviet soldiers rushed into the trenches, the entire forward position of the Polish army was thrown into disarray.

Several machine guns on the Polish positions were filled with Polish soldiers who had been killed in battle, and almost all of the machine gun crews were killed as the main targets of the Soviet troops. Ordinary officers and riflemen stubbornly pounced and set up machine guns to fire, but without distance, an important advantage of the machine guns was neutralized, and it was difficult to resist the constant rush of the enemy from all directions.

A Soviet infantryman rushed with a spear, and a Polish soldier with a bayonet immediately rushed up to stop him. A Soviet soldier rushed from the flank, and the Polish officer moved the muzzle of the machine gun vigorously, pointing the cold muzzle at him.