"There are only two kinds of people guarding the Main Directorate of Posts, Telecommunications and Telephone in Moscow - idiots and fools. And that includes me......"

This was stated by Ulyan, a soldier of the 203 Reserve Infantry Battalion, after being captured. Until his death, whenever he recalled the bad memories of the October Revolution, he would unreservedly tell all his listeners about this opinion and the reasons for it.

"There is no doubt that Major Ivanovich, who led us, was an out-and-out fool, this fool was deceived by a fake phone call, and Ensign Arshavin ...... This guy is even more stupid than the major, and if he is not the stupidest one, he must be the second-to-last stupid! ”

Uriyan snorted contemptuously and continued: "At eleven o'clock in the evening of the 27th, after we captured the General Directorate of Posts, Telecommunications and Telephones, Major Ivanovich led us to guard this military point. It happened to be Second Lieutenant Arshavin and my brethren who were on duty at the gate, and we had been in this position for an hour and a half......"

It was a short time, but it was like a century for Ensign Arshavin and his men, so their meagre energy had long since been exhausted in the battle ahead. Now, the only thing the gang can do is pray that the shift changer will show up sooner...... Of course, this is never possible.

On this cold winter night, even a fool like Ensign Arshavin would never run ahead of time to take over. For ordinary soldiers, duty is just something that cannot be done, a trouble that has to be done. Basically, everyone wants to be able to rest for a while, and the ideal scenario is for the chief to say to himself, "Young man. Well done. You have a day off. No need to be on duty".

Of course, these things never happened, and the officers never took the initiative to give a soldier a holiday, they only gave themselves a holiday.

Twenty-three minutes remained, and Second Lieutenant Arshavin and his men had to wait, but it was this last hour that caused the tragedy of the night.

"Damn it." Ensign Arshavin yawned, "I find that time is passing more and more slowly, and every minute I feel like a century is long. ”

"Me too. Platoon leader. Uriyan, next to him, chimed in.

"Everybody's like that, Uriyan." Arshavin shrugged his shoulders, and then, after a few seconds, he suddenly remembered something: "Uriyan, do you still have vodka?" I remember you had a full bottle in the afternoon! ”

"I'm sorry, second lieutenant, I drank it before the attack began." Uriyan made an apologetic gesture and feigned frustration. "If I had a little vodka, I wouldn't be so sad that night."

Of course. In fact, the bottle of wine was in his arms, and he didn't want to share this kind of good stuff with others.

"Maybe I should ask Major Ivanovich to get some alcohol, without which it is impossible to carry out work on this damn night......," Arshavin suddenly stopped, pricking up his ears to listen. The lieutenant felt as if he heard footsteps coming from the darkness, and was getting closer.

Soon, Uriyan also heard: "Ensign, someone is approaching us. ”

"Damn the Bolsheviks!"

Arshavin made a judgment in an instant. Now it was only possible that the troops of the Bolsheviks would have appeared in the General Directorate of Posts, Telecommunications and Telephone. Although he was also curious as to how the Bolshevik counterattack could have come so quickly. Heaven and earth conscience, they captured the General Administration of Posts and Telecommunications less than two hours ago. Damn the Bolsheviks couldn't just let him catch his breath? At least we'll have to wait until they're on duty before attacking!

But now there was no time to care about this, Arshavin turned to the other soldiers: "Pull the electric bell and sound the battle alarm!" ”

"Have you forgotten? There is no electricity, the power plant is still in the hands of the Bolsheviks, they cut off our power supply! ”

"Hell!" He cursed in a low voice, and then shouted: "Send someone back to inform the major that the Bolsheviks may be coming." ”

After giving the order, the second lieutenant cautiously raised his eyes from the second-floor window to look into the darkness, while the other soldiers opened their eyes wide and did their best to search for the enemy.

Finally, when the eyes of the second lieutenant and his men were glazed, their eyes finally appeared to see the enemy...... There are at least nearly a hundred people.

At that moment, Arshavin felt his heart beat faster, and his palms were covered with sweat. But he forced himself to stay where he was and shouted the order: "Aim! Listen to my orders, get ready ......" The second lieutenant put his finger on the trigger, but before he could shout "fire" and fire the first shot, Uriyan, who was beside him, grabbed him.

"Ensign, they look like their own people." Uriyan called.

"Your own people?" Arshavin was stunned for a moment. He began to take a closer look at the figures that were rapidly approaching the building. Indeed, these people do wear the standard military uniforms of the Russian Army.

"Do they have white towels around their necks?" Arshavin squinted his eyes for a while, but he couldn't see clearly, and he had to ask for help from Uriyan, who was beside him.

"Tie it!" Uriyanzai looked at it carefully for a while before giving an affirmative answer.

Hearing this, Second Lieutenant Arshavin finally came to the conclusion that it was his own people who rushed over, and only his own people knew that the road was wearing a white towel, and those who did not have a white towel and wore a military uniform were all Bolshevik rebels. The lieutenants remembered this very clearly, for their major took the trouble to emphasize it ten thousand times.

"Lift the alarm, it's our people." He shouted, feeling a sigh of relief, "Go to two people, open the door and ask them whose troops they are and what they are doing here." ”

But Uriyan stopped him again: "Wait, second lieutenant. "I think we'd better get things straight." ”

"I don't think there's anything else to figure out, man," Arshavin shook his head, "they've tied white towels, and they don't look hostile to us...... So, they are our people. ”

"But ......"

Uriyan wanted to say something, but the "own people" who had already rushed to the door of the General Post and Telecommunications Office had already shouted.

"Open the door! Open the door! Their voices sounded irritated, and they kept banging hard on the door: "Damn it. Open the door! ”

The second lieutenant poked his head strangely. Then he noticed. These guys looked dusty, and it seemed that they had traveled a long way to arrive in a hurry, and most of them had become dirty in their uniforms. And their faces are the same as their uniforms, and only a few of the guys who look like officers still have the appearance of a soldier, but they also look tired.

Obviously, this is a team that has just finished a rapid march. However, Arshavin was very confused, Colonel Liang Bozev's troops were all gathered in the city of Moscow, and it did not take any hasty march to arrive?

Thereupon. He also thinks he really needs to "make things clearer."

The second lieutenant asked aloud, "Whose unit are you?" ”

"We are General Karekin's troops, having just arrived from the Don by a rapid march!" A second lieutenant shouted, "Open the door quickly, Colonel Liang Bozev has ordered us to assist you in defending the General Post and Telecommunications Office, and if you don't open the door again, I swear to complain to your commander!" ”

"General Karekin's troops!" Arshavin was taken aback, and almost had his men open the door—but in the last moments, he thought it would be better to be a little more cautious, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ensign. We didn't get ......"

He was about to say, "I didn't receive this order," but at this moment. Behind him, Uriyan tugged at his sleeve.

"What's the matter?" Second Lieutenant Arshavin asked angrily.

"Platoon commander, the herald is back, he brought the order of Major Ivanovich......"

Arshavin asked inexplicably, "What order?" ”

"The major said that a force of General Karekin would come to assist us in the defense of the General Post and Telecommunications Office! He also told you not to make a fuss! ”

"Damn, why didn't you say it earlier!" Arshavin glared at Uriyan fiercely, very dissatisfied with the little soldier who made him suspicious.

"Open the door." The lieutenant gave a loud order, then poked his head out again, "Sorry, you'll be in soon." ”

Outside the door, Mark Wei breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he deceived the door of the General Post and Telecommunications Administration, his work would be over, and the next things had nothing to do with him. His task is to pretend to be an officer to deceive the gates, and that's it. As for the battles that follow, leave it to those who are not afraid of death!

As the door slowly opened, Mackwi couldn't help but mutter, "This is too simple, there will be no fraud, right?" ”

He stared nervously at the door, praying that it would open in time and that a large group of angry-looking soldiers would not turn their guns at him. Of course, his worries were completely unnecessary.

After waiting for a few more seconds, the door of the General Post and Telecommunications Office slowly opened, and there was no longer any need to hesitate, and Mark Wei led the guards of Teko to rush in immediately.

Ensign Arshavin was unaware that he had made a serious mistake, and his attention was focused on the darkness of the night, and the sound of distant gunfire disturbed the second lieutenant.

"Damned Bolsheviks," he cursed indignantly in his heart, "when will this group of mongrels cease?" ”

At the same time, when Makvi led the men into the General Post and Telecommunications Office, Uriyan's vigilant gaze stayed on them, not taking a second off his eyes. His instincts told him that there might be something wrong with these guys, but there was no evidence to prove it yet - and he hoped that the evidence could be found.

Uriyan stared at the "friendly army" in front of him, the situation seemed to be normal, these guys did behave like a group of unlucky people who had gone through a rapid march not long ago, everyone was embarrassed, and they were depressed and faltering, which was in line with his perception of a rapid march. But what puzzled him was that the officer headed by him had a strange smile on his face? There's nothing to laugh about here, huh?

There seemed to be something wrong, Uriyan felt that the friendly army in front of him was too strange, at least when he finished the rapid march, he would never laugh, he couldn't help but guess: Could it be that they are enemies!

Suddenly, Uriyan was taken aback by his assumptions.

"Ensign!"

He began to call out to his superiors, and there was no doubt that the men who had entered the General Post and Telecommunications should be kept under tight control at once, and although it seemed rash to accuse them of being enemies just because of the slightest strange smile, it was better to do something than nothing at all.

"Ensign. I think ......"

But his chance was gone right away.

"Let's get moving." A short command. The special branch guards sprang into action.

The first to suffer were the two White soldiers who opened the door. Before they realized what was happening. A hand from behind covered their mouths, and then a sharp dagger slashed through their necks, and the two hapless fellows saw God without even making a sound.

"Ensign!"

There was no time to do anything else, and Uriyan shouted as he raised his rifle and prepared to open fire on the enemy. However, the Tekko guard was much faster than Uriyan, and as he raised his rifle, he received a heavy blow to the back of the head. In just an instant, the highly vigilant soldier was beaten to a concussion. Dizzy, he became a prisoner.

It was only at this time that the unresponsive Second Lieutenant Arshavin and his men realized that they had just put the enemy in the General Post and Telecommunications Office. Of course, they never imagined that the enemy would attack in disguise as their allies. How did they know how to identify their own signs?

It's just that there's no time left to regret them or correct their mistakes. A dozen special branch guards quickly rushed up the stairs. Under the threat of weapons in their hands, Second Lieutenant Arshavin and his few remaining subordinates wisely chose to lay down their arms and surrender.

"Safety!" No one gave Arshavin a second look, and after pushing them aside, Li Xiaofeng began to give orders: "Control all the entrances and exits, send a signal to the follow-up troops, we need support." ”

"Yes, Comrade Andrey!"

"At the same time inform Comrade Vladimirsky. I want his troops to take over the General Post and Telecommunications Administration as soon as possible! ”

At the same time, special security guards are searching every room of the General Post and Telecommunications Office. Destroy or capture every enemy they can find.

"Be vigilant."

As they rushed through the corridor at high speed, Rokossovsky, who had been seconded by Li Xiaofeng, loudly reminded his men that a general post and telecommunications office that did not respond to the attack made him feel a little nervous, "The enemy can appear at any time." ”

"Maybe they're still sleeping." Mark Vic said nonchalantly.

Unfortunately, he was wrong, and after only a short moment, a large group of scattered and laughing White soldiers soon appeared in Rokossovsky's sight, the same group that Arshavin had been slightly looking forward to succeeding. Then they also saw the Tekko guards who were coming to a quick stop.

"Enemy! Take cover! ”

Rokossovsky raised the muzzle of his gun, swept it at his opponent, who was clearly confused, and quickly crouched down. In the next second, the weapons in the hands of each of the Tek guards opened fire.

The successor White Army was taken by surprise and was covered in a dense rain of bullets in an instant, and the few White soldiers who were walking in the front fell in an instant, and the rest began to disperse and return fire on the special guards. But the fire of submachine guns and semi-automatic rifles far exceeded their capacity, and after a few short rounds of firefighting, the White Army fell into a panic, and the formation collapsed, and fear drove the remaining soldiers to flee down the corridor.

Makwi revelled in the small victory, and he began to feel that the fight was an easy thing to do. In order to get more credit, he changed the magazine, and then began to pursue the group of White soldiers, and at the same time turned his head and called to Rokossovsky: "Comrade Konstantin, you go and occupy the enemy's headquarters, and I will clean up these guys!" ”

"You idiot, come back!" Rokossovsky roared, "Now is not the time for you to show your personal heroism!" ”

But Mackvi had already run away and did not hear. Even if he heard, though, it wouldn't make any difference.

Rokossovsky jumped to his feet in anger, but he couldn't let Markvi go, after all, this was Li Xiaofeng's good friend, so he issued an order to the other soldiers: "Petrovsky, go after that idiot, don't let him die here." ”

Suddenly, a dense burst of gunfire rang out in all corners of the General Post and Telecommunications Administration.

"Move fast!" He added.

Petrovsky nodded, then chased in the direction that Markvi was heading. And Rokossovsky, with the rest of the men, continued to rush to the command of the White Army in the General Post and Telecommunications Department.

Makvi continued to pursue his target, and most of the White soldiers had broken up and fled, or simply abandoned their weapons and surrendered. For the rest, the ones he kept chasing were still running straight ahead, sometimes returning a few absent-minded bullets. Eventually, when they collided with a small group of panicked colleagues who had apparently run out after hearing the gunshots, they turned around and confronted the "lone hero" who was chasing him.

Now it was Macvey's turn to panic, he didn't expect that he would encounter so many ...... About a dozen White soldiers. Macvey suddenly felt how lonely he was, and the same thoughts began to seep into the minds of the soldiers he was up to. The confusion quickly gave way to anger, and rifles and pistols began to rise. Mackvi took a step back, knocked out all the bullets that were left in the magazine, and then turned and fled faster than he had been in pursuit.

Petrovsky was chasing the reckless Makvi with a few Teko guards, who had been delayed for some time by the scattered White soldiers they encountered on the road. When he heard the sounds of rifles and pistols firing, he noticed that they did not sound farther and farther away, but on the contrary, they were getting closer.

"Spread out." He whispered.

The Tekko guards immediately dispersed to rooms on either side of the hallway, and raised their weapons to aim ahead. Soon, the embarrassed Makvi appeared in their sight, and after a while, the White Army soldiers who were chasing him also appeared.

Immediately, the weapons in the hands of the Tekko guards began to shoot.

The few White soldiers who rushed to the front immediately became victims. Once again, they were caught off guard by the sudden attack, and what followed was no different from the first firefight, with the Whites completely overwhelmed by several automatic weapons and quickly panicking, leaving behind a few corpses and weapons to flee for their lives again, and Makvi once again became the pursuer.

He roared and chased after him, and all the White soldiers could do was to pray in a panic that they would meet more of their comrades.

However, this boring chase game soon came to an end, and the White Army of the General Post and Telecommunications was in a state of total collapse. And Vladimirsky arrived with follow-up troops, and easily, they recaptured the Main Directorate of Posts, Telecommunications and Telephone, which had just been occupied by the White Army. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please go to read. )