The situation was a little different from what Mironov had envisioned, and although his troops arrived at Verkhniya without any air, the enemy arrived almost at the same time, even earlier. The Poles, who had the advantage of home field, made their way into the city of Obermaukinia, while Mironov and his cavalry could only stare at the outskirts.

A very serious question was placed in front of Mironov, who had hoped to occupy Verkhnia and the plan of street fighting with the enemy in the city, which would certainly not work.

"Blow up the railroad bridge!" Mironov put down his binoculars expressionlessly and gave the order without a trace of emotion.

His "calmness" somewhat reassured the officers and men of the Independent Cavalry Brigade, and the more critical the moment, the more obvious the leading role of the superiors became. And Mironov's calmness undoubtedly reassured the officers and soldiers, and some optimists couldn't help but think: "Probably the brigade commander already has a perfect plan, everything is under control, there is nothing to worry about!" ”

In fact, Mironov was far from being as calm as he appeared, his mood was quite bad, and if no one was paying attention to him, he would definitely look at the sky with a middle finger and say to God: "Damn, your uncle!" ”

Mironov didn't have a good way for the time being, he could only give feedback to a certain immortal about his situation and ask a certain immortal to give an instruction. In this regard, what instructions can Li Xiaofeng have, this kind of painful situation can neither be expected nor changed by an immortal, the only thing that can tell Sù Mironov is: "Complete your task, be sure to fight for at least 48 hours for the main force!" ”

Why 48 hours? Because the main forces of the East Prussian People's Liberation Army were not yet fully ready, part of them were cleaning up the battlefield, and the other part was still confusing the Poles in Warsaw. If a qiēshun lì. Probably in 24 to 48 hours can move on to new battles.

The so-called new battles. In fact, it was to annihilate Pilsudski's descendants on the banks of the Livitz River, completely break the backbone of the Poles, and lay the foundation for the pacification of Ukraine and Belarus.

Mironov looked at the map, and the Livitz River was located right in the middle of Warsaw and Verkhniy Maukinia, and he chose this place as the battlefield for the decisive battle, mainly because of geographical factors. After all, it was still some distance from Warsaw, and it would not be so easy for the defenders of Warsaw to rescue Pilsudski's main force, even if they sensed the attempts of the East Prussian People's Liberation Army. Not to mention the blocking of the Levitz River, which would have separated Pilsudski's main forces from the defenders of Warsaw.

However, the use of the Levitz River as a decisive battlefield was not good news for Mironov, which meant that he had little room to deal with Pilsudski's direct forces. In the event of a mishap, the Poles will rush over and cross the Levitz River to Warsaw.

After thinking about it for a long time, Mironov developed a rather bold battle plan, and his troops were going to drag the Poles in a special way......

Bossatsky was an ordinary Polish infantryman, a full-fledged veteran of World War I. I haven't seen any scenes of old fritters like him, and he is not like those recruits who have just joined the army. A defeat was nothing to hit him. He's like a man who has nothing to do, he should eat and drink. I can face the next battle with a calm heart.

However, Bossatsky's "heartless and lungless" state was forced to come to an end in Upper Ukinia, and after a series of battles, veterans like him could not calm down:

"When we arrived in Verkhniy Maukinia, the whole regiment breathed a sigh of relief, for we had been delayed for too much time in the province of Podlasie, where the terrible terrain kept us moving, and fortunately the Jews were attracted to Warsaw, otherwise it would have been a nightmare if fighting had broken out in Podlasie...... But now we are gradually coming out of that nightmare, and as we get closer and closer to Warsaw, all the brothers have a desire in their hearts to defend Warsaw, to wash away the shame of the past with a hearty victory! ”

"We were full of confidence and went on the road in high spirits, but reality immediately gave us a blow in the face. You can't imagine how the Jewish cavalry came to Upper Maukinia without a word from us, so we were stupefied when they blew up a whole train of brothers and screamed and fell into the rushing waters of the Bug River! ”

"At that moment, my mind went blank and my heart was pounding. Looking at the carriage that sank to the bottom of the river in an instant, I just want to thank God, thank God I wasn't on that damn train! After a brief period of rejoicing, it quickly takes over our hearts with endless anger...... We swear to avenge the tragic death of our brother and to crucify the damned Jewish devil! ”

At this point, Bossatsky's love seems to have gone wrong, and a large part of the text in the following diary has been inkblotted or simply crossed out, leaving him with a few words that make him extremely confused:

"Where is the enemy? This is a very real problem. Only by finding those demons can you destroy them...... (another smeared trace)...... It's not that we can't find a trace of the enemy, but ...... How to say it! It seems that we are surrounded by enemies, and they are widely stored around us, and when you eat, sleep, doze off, or even go out, they will pop up, and after a few gunshots or a few explosions, we will always have a few brothers lying in a pool of blood...... And the damned enemy, but gone! ”

Bossatsky's pen style became more and more scribbled, and the ghost drawings usually left a few words, which were impossible to make out without looking closely: "The regimental commander ordered us to ignore the enemy's harassment, and he told us that this was nothing more than an attempt by the enemy to delay time, just to distract us." The best way to fight back is not to stop and entangle with them, but to get out of the way and go to Warsaw, to defend our capital, as long as we can get to Warsaw, the enemy will be able to break the harassment! ”

"At first we were convinced by the captain's conclusion, but we soon found out that there was something wrong with it. While we've done our best to ignore the pesky flies and their comrades who died at their hands, the truth is, we can't do anything about it. If you bleed with every step forward. No one dares to take bold steps with confidence......"

I have to say. Mironov gave full play to the mobility of the cavalry, and divided the troops into small units of cavalry to constantly harass the Poles, so that the Poles could not be at peace for a moment, they could not open their legs, could not eat enough, could not sleep, and became nervous one by one.

The nervous breakdown troops could not march, and even the poor Poles were about to collapse, how they wanted to fight the enemy head-on. It's better than losing a life inexplicably, uh, at least they can see what the enemy really looks like, doesn't it?

Twenty-four hours passed in the blink of an eye, and the vanguard of the Poles was trapped in Upper Maukinia and could not move, a situation that made Pilsudski furious:

"I don't want to listen to any excuses! Warsaw is in danger, the enemy may launch a general attack at any moment, I ask you to cross the Bug River at once, and come to reinforce me at once! This is a dead order, there is no room for bargaining! ”

At Pilsudski's orders, his descendants had to go into action. One part of the troops went to encircle and suppress the elusive Jewish cavalry, while the other part prepared to move immediately. Rush back to Warsaw.

Mironov was once again challenged, and the Poles could naturally divide their forces with their numbers, but every soldier he had at hand was precious and could be used to carry out the task at hand.

"The enemy has changed tactics, which means that it is impossible to hold them back if we continue to use attack tactics, and it is time for us to greet them head-on!"

When Mironov said this, all the officers of the separate cavalry brigade thought that their brigade commander would lead them in a vigorous pinpoint against Maimang. All the officers were ready to shake the Poles, and even they were ready to sacrifice.

However, these officers did not know Mironov too well, and Lao Mi's combat style was never the kind of brave and ruthless type, and he would not be like Stalin and Voroshilov to go head-to-head with the enemy and use crowd tactics to fill the hole.

Mironov didn't like crowd tactics, and he couldn't use crowd tactics, so his strategy was still to take the technical route and use unique tactics to contain the enemy's superiority in troops.

The Poles immediately sensed Mironov's difficulty, and although at first they were rejoicing when they finally came face to face with the enemy, they soon became less happy.

"Traces of the enemy were found ahead, about a platoon!" Bossatsky reported to his battalion commander.

"Let the troops disperse, one company to attack, two companies to cover, I will only give you half an hour, and after half an hour, you must destroy the enemy in front of you!" The Polish battalion commander gave the battle order with great momentum.

The ensuing battle was exactly as the battalion commander had expected, and his troops spent ten minutes in attack, then wave after wave of charges against the enemy, and in the third wave, also forty minutes after the battle began, the Jews stationed at the position fled.

"Very good!" The Polish battalion commander looked at the direction of the Jews' escape with pride, and waved his hand with one hand: "Go ahead and crush this group of mongrels!" ”

About half an hour later, when the Jewish cavalry in front had fled without a trace, Bossatsky's battalion was met with a second enemy attack. There were still few enemies, and the resistance was not particularly fierce, and after two or three charges, the enemy was also dispersed.

"Beautiful!" The Polish battalion commander was very satisfied with the appearance of his boys, and in one morning he broke through the enemy's two lines of defense and beat the Jews to the ground.

In fact, even after the battle, he had already sent a herald to ask the regimental commander for credit, believing that a shining golden medal was about to hang on his chest.

The battalion commander was far from alone who felt that he was about to receive the medal, and their regiment commander received a report on the results of the three battalion commanders in one morning, all of whom claimed to have broken through the enemy's N defense line, indicating that N was greater than or equal to 2. This made Mr. Regiment Commander a little puzzled, could it be that the three battalions under his command had broken through more than six lines of defense against the enemy? It's incredible!

At first, he suspected that the battalion commanders below were deceiving him, so he sent the chief of staff down to understand the situation, and came to the conclusion that the victory was real and reliable!

Some of the confused regiment commanders don't know what to say, since the people below are not cheating, then report to the top. Anyway, the greater the results, the better it will be for him, isn't it!

So it was the turn of the Polish brigade commanders, division commanders or corps commanders to have a headache. All morning. The results of the troops poured like snowflakes to their tables. According to these war reports, the troops have won one brilliant victory after another, and the annihilation of the Jewish devil is not counted, it seems that it is a qiēshun lì?

Since a qiēshun lì, whether it is a brigade commander, a division commander or a corps commander, he naturally has only a happy share, and he has wrapped up these brilliant results and sent them to Commander Pilsudski, who was looking forward to it in Warsaw, and they seem to hope that the Führer will also be happy.

But Pilsudski couldn't be happy at all. The reason is very simple, he has not the slightest interest in annihilating how many enemy blocking forces, even if tens of thousands of Jews are annihilated on the way, what is the point of changing the unfavorable state of Warsaw? He just wanted reinforcements to arrive quickly, and nothing else.

"I don't want to report the enemy, I just want them to arrive in Warsaw as soon as possible, and they just need to tell me where I am now!"

Pilsudski did grasp the core problem at once, and it seemed that the Polish army in Upper Maukinia had won one battle after another, but how quickly did they advance? At best, it's unsatisfactory, and at worst, it's almost standing still. All morning. The Poles, who had won numerous battles, had not advanced five kilometers, which was a far cry from Pilsudski's request!

Until the afternoon. It wasn't until Pilsudski sent a message of questioning that his descendants seemed to slow down, why did they win one battle after another, but the pace of progress was slow?

The reason is very simple, Mironov saw that the Poles were afraid of being harassed, and became too cautious, and did not dare to step forward without pulling out any nail in the path of advance. So he deliberately set up a lot of nails, these nails are not to resist the Polish offensive head-on, they just need to slow down the Poles, resist a little and then pull out. As a result, the Poles wasted most of their time on the preparation of pulling nails, not to mention that each time it was not very long, but it was quite accumulative.

When the Poles finally saw through Mironov's tactics, they wasted at least another 12 hours, that is, only 12 hours away from the task given to Mironov by Li Xiaofeng. Twelve hours was not worth mentioning for all the officers and men of the Separate Cavalry Brigade, who were fully convinced that the wise brigade commander would still have a way to play the Poles between applause.

So is there anything else Mironov can do? Truth be told, there's no way around it. Although the tactic of throwing nails worked, but to put it bluntly, it was still a matter of exchanging space for time, and now Mironov did not have much space to use, and behind him was the Bug River, and once the enemy successfully crossed the river, his cavalry would be almost helpless.

"The next time will be a test for us!" Mironov said to his officers very sternly, "Behind us is the Bug River, and we have no way to retreat!" We can only use our flesh and blood to stop the enemy! ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly raised his head and said loudly and vigorously: "Even if we have to prepare for the worst, maybe we need to hold on for not 12 hours, maybe even more than 24 hours." I hope you can be mentally prepared for this, the next battle will be unusually cruel! ”

I have to say that Mironov's prediction was right, 12 hours is not enough for Li Xiaofeng, and the most optimistic estimate is that it will take 24 hours. He didn't know how long Mironov would last, and the only thing he could do was to do his best to support this somewhat strange military genius.

"We need ammunition, because of the light raid, the whole brigade only brought one base amount of ammunition, and after almost two days of fighting, the ammunition is already very tight! We also need food and medicine, and the Poles are even more uncooperative than expected, and even if we pay for their food and medicine, we will be refused. ”

Li Xiaofeng really wanted to say to Mironov: "Brother, you can't be a little more flexible." If you can't buy it, grab it! One is to make sure that this war can be won as the first priority, and don't be so polite to the Poles! ”

Of course, in this way, Li Xiaofeng can also think in his heart, this guy Mironov is a bit brainless and likes to admit death. In history, for the sake of an irrelevant Makhno, he was willing to give up his life, and for the sake of the Polish people, maybe he could really turn his face with a certain immortal.

"Forget it, isn't it just a little food and medicine? I can't just give it. Li Xiaofeng sighed in his heart and silently sent valuable supplies to Mironov with a cornucopia.

However, what a certain immortal did not expect was that it was just a trivial matter for him, but it moved Mironov. Decades later, I will never forget this episode: "The most important reason for the victory of the Upper Maukinia Resistance was not how effective my command was. I think the most important reason is that the soldiers fought desperately from top to bottom, and withstood the indiscriminate bombardment of the Poles with their stubborn will. Secondly, Comrade Andrei's logistical support work was very effective, and under the unfavorable situation that we were fighting deep behind enemy lines, he was able to deliver the materials I requested in a timely manner without any compromise in quality and quantity. Truth be told, it's a miracle! It is quite fair to say that without Comrade Andrei, there would have been no victory over Upper Maukinia! (To be continued......)

PS: Bow and thank you to Panda Baby, Lieren, Earth Ruthless, Fool 009 and Comrade Juventus!