"Brigade Commander, retreat!" Seeing such a scene, the officer next to him immediately urged. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Soviet brigade commander had no choice but to retreat on horseback to the northwestern junction. The Soviet soldiers who had retreated first were also crowded at the junction, vying to retreat towards Vilnius.

"Stop, stop!" The Soviet brigade commander raised his pistol and fired several shots into the sky, barely controlling the troops in front. These troops were the first to withdraw, were not impacted, and remained relatively well organized.

"Immediately build a line of defense at the junction and be sure to block them." The Soviet brigade commander commanded the officers to build defensive lines on both sides of the road. The road could only pass through two or three wagons, and it was impossible for so many troops to withdraw all of them from the road to the city at once. If he did nothing and fled back into the city, most of the troops would be scattered and surrounded by the pursuing Polish army, and at most only one or two hundred of his own men would be able to retreat. The Soviet brigade commander still wanted to fight once.

The Soviet brigade commander constantly accepted the soldiers who had fled and placed them behind the makeshift positions. The pursuing Polish soldiers surrounded all the Soviet troops near the junction. Koval commanded his troops to advance slowly, and the Soviet soldiers made their final struggles on the small hillside near the junction.

The Soviet soldiers also knew the fate of being rushed up by the Polish soldiers, and they all tried their best to defend with their backs against the small hill, and successively repelled several groups of Polish soldiers who rushed in front.

Koval looked at the small hill in the distance, and all the Soviet soldiers fanned around the intersection to defend it, and it really looked like he was fighting against the water.

"We can't give them time to slowly adjust and retreat. Give the order to charge on all fronts! I don't believe they can stop us! In the evening we will be able to rest in the city. General Vilko said on horseback.

"They don't have a lot of bullets, and a few more times they'll have to fight bayonets. If you charge now, there may be more casualties! Koval replied with a look at it.

"If they escape back into the city, we'll be in even more trouble!"

"Okay." Koval looked at the enemy in the distance, clenched his fists, made up his mind, and said with a quarantined face: "Either they die or we die, then let them die!" ”

Koval instructed the soldiers to turn the three guns and adjust the angles of the three guns himself.

"Will you fire?" General Vilko asked curiously.

"I saw the artillery fired, no problem!" Koval looks like I'm doing things and you can rest assured.

General Vilko and the other officers immediately pretended to observe the enemy situation and ran to a distance of twenty or thirty meters from the artillery.

Koval couldn't help but secretly despise them.

Although Koval had never learned how to aim artillery, he now had no artillerymen around him, so he had to use his sniper's eyes to watch and measure. The soldier opened the bolt, stuffed three shells into it, closed the bolt, and Koval pulled the rope of a cannon, and with a bang, a few seconds later, a shell exploded in the open space more than a hundred meters in front of the Soviet position.

When the surrounding officers saw the location of the shells, they all looked back at Koval in surprise, and thought to themselves: This is what you said is okay?

It seems that the muzzle velocity of this shell is different from that of the bullet, and the error in estimation is a bit large, which is really embarrassing. With a stiff face, ignoring the surprised gazes of the soldiers around him, Koval continued to adjust the angle of the other cannon, and another shell was fired, falling directly among the Soviet soldiers gathered at the bottom of the hillside, blowing up a dozen people at once.

"It's so beautiful! That's amazing! General Vilko ran over and complimented.

In fact, Koval understood that he was aiming at a Soviet command point on the top of the hillside, but he fell below the hillside, which was really a bit of a big error!

"Reload quickly, shoot now!" Koval adjusted the angle of the three guns and let the soldiers start shelling. Standing on the sidelines and enjoying the admiring gazes of everyone around him.

THE THREE GUNS CONTINUED TO FIRE SHELLS, AND ONE AFTER ANOTHER 76.2MM SHELLS FELL IN THE SECTOR WHERE THE SOVIETS WERE CROWDED TOGETHER. It was densely packed with defeated Soviet soldiers, and almost every shell caused dozens of casualties. The firepower advantage brought by the original dense formation suddenly turned into a disadvantage.

The Soviet soldiers in the fan-shaped area looked around for a place to hide, looking for a safe place, and the troops who had just calmed down immediately began to waver. In the gentle strip of the road, no fortifications were built, only a few small trees, a few small mounds, a few stones, and the Soviet soldiers were completely exposed to shells, without any protection.

Each shell unleashed its power to the fullest, and the Soviet soldiers at the center of the explosion were suddenly blown into pieces and scattered, and the fragments of the shells and the debris were mercilessly scattered in all directions, enveloping all the Soviet soldiers within a radius of 20 meters in the vicinity, and a scream immediately resounded above the Soviet position.

After three rounds of shelling, hundreds of Soviet soldiers had been killed and wounded, and the entire fan-shaped area was like a living hell, littered with fragments of corpses and screaming soldiers. The little morale that had just been restored by the entire Soviet army disappeared without a trace, and the frightened Soviet soldiers angrily pushed away the Soviet officers and fled frantically towards Vilnius to the west.

The entire Soviet position was torn apart at once, and after the courage of the battle had just disappeared, all the Soviet soldiers threw down all their weapons and equipment and fled. Most of the soldiers crowded on the intersection, and as a result, the fleeing crowd blocked the intersection. Soon the deserters scattered from the intersection to both sides, and groups of soldiers climbed to the top of the hillside positions by the roadside.

"Stop! Stop it! The Soviet brigade commander raised his pistol and aimed at the routs who climbed up, shouting loudly in anger.

The advancing Soviet rout saw that it was their commander, and they all stopped for a moment, and then heard the sound of shells exploding from the hillside, and immediately continued to flee.

The crowd of deserters bypassed the Soviet brigade commander, who was like a lonely reef in the middle of the river.

"Brigade commander, let's withdraw too! Brigade! The officer next to him almost burst into tears.

"Defeated, defeated, Vilnius is finished・・・・・・" The Soviet brigade commander looked at the desperately fleeing rout and the screaming Soviet soldiers at the bottom of the hillside, glanced at the imposing and approaching Polish cavalry in the distance, and muttered to himself with a face like ashes.

There were only four or five hundred people in Vilnius, including the wounded, how could this withstand the rising Polish army. Moreover, Vilnius was also an away game for Soviet Russia, and seeing them lose so badly, it was impossible for the nearby citizens to continue to support them.

The Soviet brigade commander calmly walked over to a stone and sat down, took out his beloved revolver, stuffed it into his mouth, pulled down the hammer, and pulled the trigger.

The officer next to him saw that his commander was about to commit suicide and immediately rushed over to snatch his pistol.

A gunshot rang out, and the Soviet brigade commander slowly fell to the ground.

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