Chapter 526: Tukhachevsky's Great Retreat
Liu Zhaocheng yawned, sat down, and rubbed his eyes!
"How's the battle going?"
When the "Brest Counterattack" started, the commander, who single-handedly directed this good play, slept beautifully.
"My commander, you can sleep there." Li Zongren smiled bitterly and handed him the cup: "The counterattack has begun in full swing, the 3rd Brigade of the Russians has been completely annihilated, and the death of the brigade commander A.A. Chebotalev has been confirmed. At the moment we are conducting an annihilation operation against the Russian 2nd Brigade! β
"Okay." Liu Zhaocheng drank. water, rinse your mouth, and let someone bring breakfast.
A bowl of porridge, with chili peppers specially brought by Sichuan, Liu Zhaocheng beckoned Li Zongren to sit down and eat together, and took a piece of chili pepper and put it in front of Li Zongren: "Eat this, eat this, and only sent it to me yesterday." β
Li Zongren took a bite, and suddenly grabbed the cup and poured it with water, sweat flowed down, and waved his hand again and again: "No, no, I really can't eat this." β
Liu Zhaocheng laughed "haha", took a bite of chili pepper and drank porridge: "Being able to eat this in Russia is really happier than the life of a fairy......
As he spoke, he stopped the movements in his hand: "Order the 5th, 6th, and 7th Divisions, while completing the breakthrough, take the initiative to launch a fierce attack on the Russian army on the opposite side, and we must suppress the enemy to the death!" β
"It looks like the win is now decided." Li Zongren also looked very relaxed: "This time with less wins, the commander is like a god, it seems that the first army will add a heavy stroke to the record." β
Liu Zhaocheng waved his hand: "It's nothing, it's nothing." Tukhachevsky was born in the Russian White Army, served in the Russian Tsar's Guards Regiment before, and is said to be very respected by Trotsky and Lenin, so he was able to serve as the commander of the Red Army as an officer in the White Army, but in fact, his performance on the battlefield was nothing more than that. οΌγ
"This man has been captured by the Germans before, but speaking of him, I think of Heng Shuai's evaluation of the Russians, do you remember what he said?"
"Of course I do, and I will never forget it." Liu Zhaocheng couldn't help laughing: "βHeng Shuai said that Russia has not produced a few famous generals, and the victories it has achieved before are just by means of almost self-harm." β
"Forget it, don't talk about it." Liu Zhaocheng stood up: "Order, all troops are all put into the attack, and the battle must end before the 15th!" β
For the victory of this big counterattack, Liu Zhaocheng no longer thinks about it. What he must now consider is the next military move in Russia.
It was a real headache to have to beat the Bolsheviks without giving the White Guards and the Poles a complete victory.
I'd rather command a few more battles, and leave these annoying things to someone else to deal with.
At this time, Tukhachevsky also fell into a panic.
The Chinese's all-out counterattack came too suddenly. Moreover, the strength of the attack and the strength of the determination to attack greatly exceeded the previous imagination.
All the previous military operations of the Chinese were actually just preparations for this counterattack.
But now that I've figured it out, I'm afraid it's a little too late.
Tukhachevsky walked around the headquarters irritably.
The bad news keeps coming.
Most of the 3rd Brigade was annihilated, the brigade commander A.A. Chebotalev was killed, and this is not the worst news.
The 2nd Brigade was also fiercely attacked by the Chinese, and the 1st Brigade of Litong, the 6th Division of Timoshenko, and the 11th Division of Morozov were also attacked by the enemy at the same time.
The connection between the 4th Army and the 15th Army has been completely severed, and even if the 16th Army is invested, it will not be able to reinforce it in time!
A good situation came to naught in an instant.
And the Chinese offensive is obviously just beginning, and for the Russians, an even more terrible catastrophe is yet to come.
In the past few days of attack, the Russian troops on the attacking side have been very tired, and under the air and ground fire strikes dominated by the Chinese, especially the advance of the well-trained Chinese army, it has made it difficult for the Russian army to stop their offensive.
The fate of defeat is creeping in its way towards the Russians.
Meretskov hurriedly walked in, and as soon as he saw him, Tukhachevsky hurriedly asked: "How is the situation ahead?" ββ¦,
"Very bad." Meretskov shook his head: "The troops on all fronts are being attacked by the Chinese, and our defense is very passive and cannot organize an effective counterattack." Some of the troops have been completely cut by the Chinese, and the Chinese are effectively destroying our troops there. Our numerical superiority simply cannot be fully utilized.
Tukhachevsky's brows were tightly locked, but Meretskov's words were not finished:
"Moreover, the Chinese planes are frequently taking off and bombing, and their targets are aimed at our support force, the 11th Xing Group Army, and our group army is completely assembled by us, and the situation is very serious."
Tukhachevsky sat down, lit his pipe, and took a big gulp. When it came time to light the second bag of cigarettes, he finally said what he was reluctant to say:
"Let Comrade Voroshilov's troops quickly move closer to me and launch an attack on the Chinese in order to relieve my frontal pressure!"
If it were not a last resort, Tukhachevsky would never have asked Voroshilov for reinforcements.
He was Stalin's man, he was used to spy on himself, and there were irreconcilable contradictions between them!
But at this point, even if he was reluctant, he had to make a request to Voroshilov, otherwise, his troops were in danger of being disabled.
But even if Tukhachevsky wanted to bow to Voroshilov, the other party did not give him this face.
Voroshilov's reply soon arrived, calling Tukhachevsky "Comrade Honorable Commander," and then telling Tukhachevsky, in an unusually cautious and polite tone, that his troops were also being counterattacked by the Poles and that he could not help more. He also said that Comrade Commander was deeply respected by Comrades Trotsky and Lenin, and had extraordinary ability, and that any enemy attack under the command of Comrade Commander would be completely annihilated.
Tukhachevsky seems to have foreseen this, and he did not show any particular anger after receiving this telegram.
"Comrade Commander, what should I do now?" Chief of Staff Zolotov said with a worried look: "Just then, Morozov of the 11th Division sent an urgent telegram that the Chinese had broken through his left flank position, and his chief of staff was unfortunately killed while commanding the army at the front. Comrade Commander, now the 11th Division is in dire need of reinforcements! β
"It's not just one 11th division, the entire battlefield needs reinforcements!" Tukhachevsky stood up: "But the current situation does not allow us to continue to entangle with the enemy, I have decided to retreat!" β
"What?" Everyone in the headquarters shouted in unison.
Fall back? It was just too sudden. In the event of a retreat, not only would the Battle of Molensk-Brest end in defeat for the Russian Red Army, but the whole situation would likely collapse.
And in the event of a frontal retreat, then Voroshilov's troops on the flanks will also be surrounded by the enemy, and the most dangerous situation will arise.
Voroshilov was not only the man who Stalin had placed on the battlefield, but also the second member of the Military Council of the Soviet Revolution.
If he makes any mistakes, then no one can take the responsibility!
But Tukhachevsky's determination at this time had already been given: "Order, the 2nd Brigade of Chulenev, the 6th Division of Timoshenko will take up the task of covering, and the rest of the main forces will immediately retreat in an organized manner!" β
After giving this order, Tukhachevsky came out on a long note. gas, and then slowly sat down and accumulated.
I don't know what the consequences of this order will be for you, but one thing is certain: doing so will inevitably anger Stalin.
Or, Comrade Trotsky will be implicated.
But now, he can't care much more.
On July 13, the day after the launch of the "Brest Counterattack", the battlefield commander of the Russian army Tukhachevsky gave the order for a general retreat.
In all fairness, Tukhachevsky's order was very timely, and he saved a large number of Red Army soldiers. Otherwise, under the tough attack of the Chinese, the entire battlefield will inevitably get out of control for the Russians, and even be greatly surrounded.
After Tukhachevsky's order was given, the Russian army began a large retreat in confusion.
The cover was provided by the 2nd Brigade of Chulenev and the 6th Division of Timoshenko, and their cover operations were carried out very hard.
On the 14th and 15th, the Russians were in a busy retreat, and a large number of Russians also died in this retreat, or became prisoners of the Chinese.
More than half of the Russian soldiers completed the retreat, but Chulenev's 2nd Brigade and Timoshenko's 6th Division could no longer retreat.
They were surrounded by a large number of Chinese troops.
On the 16th, Chulenev ordered a breakout, but was killed and wounded by intensive Chinese fire, and Chulenev was seriously wounded and captured, and then died of his injuries.
On the same day, Timoshenko, who had no hope of breaking through the siege, led the remnants of the 6th Division to surrender after negotiations with the Chinese.
It was the first Russian high military palace to surrender in the Sino-Russian War, and it also set a precedent.
On the 17th, the Chinese army began to purge the remnants of the enemy and clean up the battlefield, where the Russians suffered the worst defeat, and the Poles' original precarious fate was rescued by the strong intervention of the Chinese army.
The Battle of Molensk-Brest is over! . οΌ