The grove encounter was less than half an hour. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The 1st Battalion of the 7th Regiment of the 3rd Division of the Foreign Legion killed 450 Russian soldiers and lost 47 of their own, almost all of whom were wounded.

Another pyrrhic victory.

Considering that this was an ambush by twice the size of the Foreign Legion, considering that it was a hastily assembled force, and considering that the language in this unit was not even uniform......

It's good to be able to play like this.

In accordance with the predetermined order, the 1st Company moved on, and their goal was Lyubimovka, a town slightly larger than the village.

Lyubimovka was just northeast of the grove, and after less than ten miles of the grove, there was only a ruin of the ruins.

This is Lyubimovka.

"Damn, didn't the military order say it's a town? How the fuck can you tell it's a town? Chen Yongsheng poked the brim of his hat, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"That's right, this is Lyubimovka," Karlvon replied affirmatively, looking at the military map in his hand.

At this time, Karlvon and Chen Yongsheng shrank near the left front wheel of the armored car, and the two of them observed Lyubimovka in a somewhat obscene posture.

It's better to be obscene than to lose your life!

Zheng Jing was sleeping in the armored car, as if he had overdrawn all his energy, Zheng Jing fell asleep as soon as he entered the armored car, and even Chen Yongsheng couldn't make Zheng Jing wake up when he helped Zheng Jing take off his shoes.

So Chen Yongsheng and Carl Feng left the armored car and marched on foot, leaving enough space for Zheng Jing.

"Can we find provisions here?" Chen Yongsheng was a little unconfident.

"I guess it's impossible!" Carl Von was even less confident.

"Damn, go up, go up...... Search and make a gesture forward...... No, the combat posture advances. Chen Yongsheng, who originally planned to see the Russian style, was disappointed, but fortunately, he had not lost his vigilance.

Lyubimovka is a very traditional Russian town, with no planning to speak of, and the houses are quite scattered, with a distance of about twenty or thirty meters between houses.

In the center of Ljubimovka, there is a small square, which normally exists, which was supposed to be the center of activity for the residents of Lyubimovka, and at the same time a landmark.

But in the current central square of Ljubimovka, hundreds of corpses are neatly stacked.

Men, women, old people, children, pretty, ugly, mediocre, richly dressed, unclothed......

Now it's just a cold corpse.

"What the fuck is going on?" Chen Yongsheng scolded.

"Boss, this is the norm...... This area has been a tug-of-war for a long time, and today the Bolsheviks will occupy it, tomorrow they will be driven out by Denikin's troops, and whoever occupies this area will always suffer a group of civilians. Carl von scoffed.

As a feud, Karlvon, who has German citizenship, has reason to laugh at the Russians, kill them, kill them, whoever wins this victory, it is the Russians who die.

But fellow human beings, even if they are feuds, cannot hide the deep sadness in Calvon's eyes.

Cannibalism is the only human being in the world who would do such a ruthless hand to their own race.

Calvon has been in the army for many years, and he thinks that his heart has become numb, but when he sees the cruel scene in front of him, his heart still can't help but twitch.

Whether it was a child or an old man, they were all shot and killed at close range with guns from behind, and depending on the neatness of the corpses, they might still be escorted over in batches and then shot in batches.

Perhaps when the latter group was escorted, his mother, or wife, or child fell in front of him.

What a despair and cruelty this is!

It's terrible.

"Wipe ...... No wonder this is the way it looks! Chen Yongsheng looked around at the ruins and broken walls, and his voice was endlessly lonely and depressed.

"If Denikin's troops had occupied this place, all those who supported the Bolsheviks would have been slaughtered; If the Bolsheviks had occupied this place, all those who supported the Provisional Government would have been slaughtered. If it is only occupied once, it is fine, if the battle repeats, once it falls into a tug-of-war, then all the people here will be slaughtered, because as long as there are people alive, it must be the supporters of the enemy, and there is no such thing as neutrality......" Calvon was helpless and sad, like an abandoned child, sitting on a piano at his feet and muttering to himself.

This piano may be the beloved toy of a child in the square, but now, the child has become a cold corpse, and the piano can no longer produce beautiful syllables.

"What a damn thing, what a hatred, how much hatred ......" Chen Yongsheng stopped talking nonsense, squatting down and staring blankly.

Bang......

There was a loud closing of the door of the armored car behind him, and then a faint heart-rending howl came out.

Chen Yongsheng and Carl Feng exchanged surprised looks, Chen Yongsheng got up and ordered: "Lao Ka, take your people over to dig a pit, Bob, your people are in charge of guarding, Joe, bring your people over to help, let's bury the people first, if they are allowed to expose their corpses to the wilderness, there will be a plague ......"

Chen Yongsheng is also ready to help, the dead are greater......

"Sir, I'm Sergeant Wycliffe of the 45th Division of ......the Eighth Army." A Russian in the uniform of the "Armed Forces of South Russia" ran briskly.

Before Denikin became the commander-in-chief of the "Armed Forces of South Russia", he was the commander-in-chief of the Russian Eighth Army, so now Denikin also has this formation under him.

"Oh, it looks like you're not in good shape...... Wycliffe teased.

"you? This is what you call a damn safe zone? Why is my unit being attacked in the safe zone? Haven't your men cleared the area? And where did those damn Bolsheviks come from? Chen Yongsheng stepped forward and grabbed Wycliffe's collar, and asked and scolded endlessly.

"First, sir, before yesterday it was indeed a safe zone, but just last night a Bolshevik raided this place, and then they disappeared, and we are looking for ......them," Wycliffe stammered in his defense.

Wycliffe didn't know what kind of attack the army in front of him was attacking, but looking at the embarrassed appearance of the guys in front of him, it was obvious that they had also suffered a lot.

In fact, the Foreign Legion is very mysterious to the Russians, and the Russian generals see the troops of the Foreign Legion as a savior, as if they can conquer the whole world as long as the Foreign Legion cooperates in the battle.

And for ordinary soldiers in Russia, they don't think that they are much worse than the Foreign Legion, and maybe they still have the meaning of competing in their hearts.

Wycliffe in front of Chen Yongsheng obviously thought so.

"Hi...... Is it okay to let go of my child? A somewhat old voice rang out.

This is an old man with a gray beard, his beard is very distinctive, with two common mustaches on his lips, but a thick goatee on his chin, the sideburns are neatly built, and the eye sockets look a little deep, and he can't see the focus of his gaze clearly, and he feels a little erratic.

"Yes, Your Excellency." Chen Yongsheng recognized the badge on the old man's shoulder, and although he was a little reluctant, he was still able to maintain the basic etiquette of standing and saluting.

"Chinese? Tatars? French? Lan Fang people? "Admiral's barrage of cannons.

"Lanfang people are also Chinese ......," Chen Yongsheng said that he did not forget his ancestors.

"Oh hehe...... What a stubborn little guy. The Admiral was unimpressed.

"If there are no other instructions, I think my people will continue to work." Chen Yongsheng is really a bit stubborn.

Ever since this old man appeared, he had attracted everyone's attention, and this old man was calm and calm, and seemed to be accustomed to everyone's attention.

Chen Yongsheng was not used to it, in the Foreign Legion, even if Qin Zhiyuan came down to inspect, as long as there was no order from the commander of the headquarters, the soldiers would not stop their work.

"Looks like you're in some trouble." The Admiral was interested.

"Yes, we were ambushed just now, and in the area you promised to be safe, we annihilated them all, and of course, we suffered heavy casualties ourselves." Chen Yongsheng is proud and proud.

"Oh, how many of them are there?" The Admiral gets to the bottom of it.

"I don't know the total number, but we annihilated all the enemies in our sight, about a battalion, about 450 people, and we ourselves suffered more than half of the casualties, after all, we only have one company, 180 people......" Chen Yongsheng knows how to ask ten questions.

"Hiss......" Almost instantly, the generals who followed the old man let out a neat gasp.

The old man's face also changed slightly: "450 people? ”

If you lie about the military situation, it is obviously a big event, but if there is no lie, it can only show that the combat effectiveness of the Foreign Legion is really far superior to that of the Russian army.

For a moment, the old man even wondered if the young man in front of him was "killing the good and risking the merits", as the Chinese often did in the history that these old guys knew.

"Yes, 450 people, we only collected the bodies of our own brothers, those Bolsheviks we did not move, they all remained there." Chen Yongsheng acted in accordance with the regulations.

In the Foreign Legion, it is a rule that all corpses must be taken after the battle is over, and those bodies are cremated and the ashes are returned to their families, along with a modest pension.

In troubled times, human life is as cheap as a dog, and everything is clearly priced, even life.

After listening to Chen Yongsheng's words, the old man tilted his head slightly expressionlessly, and immediately an officer rode his horse and whipped away to lead a group of soldiers, obviously to determine the truth of what Chen Yongsheng said.

Chen Yongsheng didn't care, saluted again, and prepared to go back to work.

"You've already fought once, and it doesn't look like you're in good shape, so you should rest now, instead of doing something that will affect your combat effectiveness." The old man was still babbling.

"The dead are great, no matter whether they are noble or lowly in life, when people die, they should be treated kindly." Chen Yongsheng couldn't help but scold, but he didn't leave any politeness between his words.

Yes, the dead are great!

The old man shrugged his shoulders and stopped talking, and there were people behind the old man who came to help, even the honorable generals. (To be continued.) )