In an open field, Blyukhel and his company resisted the rapidly advancing Cossack cavalry with great perseverance. There were hardly any fortifications, and there was no artillery, and the 120 soldiers of the company could only rely on a Makqin, whose rifling was almost smoothed, to stop the advance of the White Army, while behind them more than a thousand Red Army soldiers were running wildly towards the wooded village of Dyadin on the ridge of the hill.

Dutov sat on horseback and easily lowered his binoculars, and the cavalry company at the head charged at the first moment of spotting the Red Army. With their speed and impact, piercing through the Red Bandits' ridiculous defenses was as easy as piercing through a layer of window paper, which Dutov himself thought anyway.

"Let the troops behind speed up, you can't let go of the red bandits!"

Dutov gave the order with great ease. Perhaps in his eyes, Blyukhel and Boris's troops were just a plate of food brought to the table, and even the knives and forks were laid out, waiting for him to open his mouth to enjoy them.

But Dutov soon discovers that the dish is not so tasty, and that it is not even a dish at all, but a plate of granite that can break his mouth.

Dutov's cavalry charged with great ease, perhaps believing that the charge was nothing more than a demonstration of cavalry power, and that almost any unsupported light infantry would simply flee when confronted by them.

They were wrong, very wrong, and at a distance of three hundred meters, none of Blyukhel and his boys fled, and all of them, under the command of the officer, rained down on the speeding cavalry.

The Cossacks soon tasted the bitterness, and a steady stream of people were shot and fell off their horses. People and horses were constantly planted in the mud. They wield their sabers to show off their might. In the eyes of the Red Army soldiers opposite. It's just a bunch of ridiculous clowns.

Kozhemiyaka recalled many years later: "The commander of the third company did not agree to take me with him on the grounds that I was wounded, and I strongly protested against such a statement. Yes, I can't lift one of my arms, but it doesn't stop me from walking, it doesn't stop me from marching! Even with only one hand, I can help my comrades with a little more ammunition, and I can also help the machine gunners carry the gun carriage...... Even if I only have one hand, I'm going to fight the white army of the dog day. Avenge my company commander, political commissar and all my brothers in the first company! ”

"Despite my constant entreaties, the commander of the 3rd company finally took me with him, and when we arrived in the village of Dyadin, the Dutov Cossack bandits, who were trying to sneak up on White Kalitva, collided with us, and under the leadership of the regiment commander, Comrade Blyukher, we fought a miraculous blockade battle...... The Cossacks did not at all expect that we would not give an inch, nor that the muddy fields would turn their horses into delicate ladies who could not move their legs. ”

“…… Those fools thought they could drive us away with their sabers as before, but they were met with a head-on blow from us...... I desperately shook the handle and reloaded the canvas cartridge belt, and Peter the Heavy was so happy. His fingers had never been released from the trigger, and a cartridge belt had been attached. In an instant, they were all launched out of the shackles. If Peter had dared to do this before, the platoon commander would have kicked him in the ass and warned him to shoot so uncontrollably and send him to court-martial...... And now, the platoon commander wished that this guy would be faster, and that it would be better to shoot all the bullets out in one go...... Maxim's water tank was already steaming, and without the cooling of the water, the barrel would have been red and greasy...... I'm sure that this barrel will be scrapped after the battle......"

By the time the Heavy Peter finished firing the last cartridge belt, there were no living Cossacks and horses in the muddy field opposite. Before the Third Company had collapsed, they were in confusion at first, and with the order of the officer at the rear, they fled like lame rabbits. If it weren't for Blyukhel's order not to pursue, the boys of the Third Company would have had the heart to beat the water dogs.

"A platoon is responsible for covering and cleaning the battlefield, and the rest of the comrades immediately retreat!"

Blyukhel was very clear-headed, and the more important reason for this victory was that the Cossacks were careless, and they were only the vanguard who rushed up. When the main force in the back came up, it was tantamount to a fool's dream to try to block the other party on this empty field. It is the best policy to accept it when you see it, and quickly return to the Dyadin village behind!

Blyukhel's judgment was not wrong at all, and when Dutov saw the ugliness of his vanguard in the binoculars, he went berserk on the spot: "Shoot that idiot!" Cossacks don't need cowards! ”

On Dutov's orders, his main forces quickly advanced with the intention of eating Blyukhel and Boris in one go. However, his movements were a little slower, and by the time he reached the previous battlefield, a platoon had comfortably cleaned up the battlefield and retreated into the village of Dyadin with the sabers and rifles of the Cossacks.

"Offense? Excellency? ”

Dutov glared at the staff officer viciously, how could a proud Cossack not retaliate after suffering such a big loss? According to his temper, he should have leveled this damn little village and killed all the villagers and the red bandits. This is the only way to remove the hatred from his heart!

"Your Excellency, but the terrain is not in our favor......"

This is true, the village of Dyadin is a small raised mound on the bank of the Don River, although the absolute altitude is not very high, maybe it is eight or nine meters, but the surrounding forest of the village, the woods and slopes are very good to hinder the impact of the cavalry, and it is probably impossible to blindly rush in.

"The terrain to the north is gentle, so we'll break through from there!"

Although Dutov was angry, he was not completely reckless, and after observing the terrain of the village of Dyadin, he chose the breakthrough to the north of the village. There was a road through the village, and his cavalry could have rushed into the village along the road.

At this time, Blyukherr and Boris were also nervously arranging defenses, and the village of Dyadin was located on the bend of the Don River, eight or nine kilometers down to Bekalitva, and by holding this village, the White Army could be kept out of Beekalitva.

"There is a high probability that the enemy will attack along the road. We should not fight them head-on. Can rely on villages and woods to fight enemies. ”

Boris completely agrees with this. He even thought: "This village is only the size of a fart, and there is no need for three battalions to defend it at all, take your troops away and go to White Kalitva, where the defenders have only one battalion and need more support!" ”

Blyukhel actually had this idea, but he was originally going to let Boris go to White Kalitva, and he stayed behind to stop Dutov.

"Don't talk nonsense with me. Bub! Boris refused without hesitation, "Lao Tzu has been on the road since last night, and he is taking this opportunity to rest his legs...... Can't you army always eat meat, you have to leave some soup and water for my boys, right? ”

Blyukherd knew that staying was not "eating meat", and the Cossacks on the opposite side had at least one brigade, which was simply a matter of gnawing bones. However, looking at Boris's non-negotiable attitude, he could only accept the other party's kindness.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Comrade Advisor."

After saying that, he shook the old man's hand heavily, and then led the troops in the direction of White Kalitva.

"Cheer me up!" Boris roared with a full breath. "Let the army brothers also see the strength of our navy, and show the Cossack barbarians of the dog day a little color!"

Dutov's troops soon went on the offensive. A large force of cavalry rushed straight from the road to the village. For such reckless behavior, Boris snorted contemptuously: "Fool! ”

As the machine guns holding the entrance to the village began to speak, Dutov's cavalry hastily retreated, after leaving a dozen corpses as if they had been hit by a brick on the head.

Putting down the binoculars, Dutov asked the staff officer: "Have you marked the enemy's points of fire?" ”

The staff officer nodded hurriedly, he didn't want to make this bad-tempered boss angry anymore, "It's been clearly marked!" ”

"Then what are you doing in a daze, tell the artillerymen, solve them!"

Dutov's first attack was a complete temptation, he just wanted to figure out Boris's firepower and destroy them.

Mortars, hidden behind the Cossacks of the brigade, spoke. It has to be said that the artillery of the White Army was not bad, it was quite accurate, and a dozen shells immediately completely covered Boris's machine-gun fire point. After the violent explosion, Dutov, who had put down his binoculars, ordered again without any emotion: "Attack!" ”

This time, similar to the last one, the Cossacks were still swaggering from the road to the village, naively thinking that the Red Army's machine guns were finished, and then they just had to start looting according to the previous sweeping mode.

Tata Tower, Tata Tower......

When new machine-gun fire came out again, once again catching the cavalrymen by surprise, the poor Cossacks really wanted to greet their superiors' ancestors for eight generations.

Dutov remained calm, not at all distressed or annoyed, and turned to his staff officer without any expression. This one quickly wiped a cold sweat and said hesitantly: "This is the new firepower point!" ”

"I know it." Dutov glared at him, "I just want to know when the Dao will be able to destroy it!" ”

The corner of the staff officer's mouth twitched twice, and he quickly replied: "Immediately!" ”

Dutov's mortars spoke for the second time, again with a barrage of indiscriminate bombardment, and then the third offensive began. But this time, instead of blindly trusting their superiors, the Cossacks no longer dared to rush towards the village with a swagger, but slowly approached the village in twos and threes.

This time, their movement was quite smooth, and the vanguard was able to gain a foothold in the village, and it seemed that Boris's firepower had been completely destroyed. But just as the overjoyed Cossacks poured into the village again, new machine-gun fire points reappeared, and under a fierce fire, the Cossacks were once again scattered.

"Bastard!" Dutov finally became angry, and was very dissatisfied with the performance of the artillery units, and he decided to give the artillerymen a little color, telling them how serious the consequences of perfunctory superiors were.

Boom, boom.

The dull sound of the explosion made Dutov's ears move, and he subconsciously asked the staff officer: "Where is the artillery?" ”

The staff officer was also stunned, but before he could answer, a sharp whistling sound came down on them.

"Shelling! Find cover! ”

Before the staff officer could finish shouting, the shells fell on the Cossacks with a flash of red light. A few horses and men were reduced to a puddle of minced meat. These days. It was only the White Army that bombarded the Red Army in a random manner. They had never been counterattacked by Red Army artillery, which made their vigilance greatly reduced, so much so that after the shells hit the ground and exploded, they thought of dodging.

Truth be told, it was too late, so this round of artillery counterattack by the Red Army achieved unexpected results. When the first round of shells landed, more than 200 people were directly reimbursed to Dutov, and even the artillery of his own side that Dutov wanted to deal with was finished. If it weren't for the staff who dragged him into a canal. The commander of the Cossack cavalry will be straightforward.

"Compare with Lao Tzu? Cut! ”

Boris glanced at Dutov's troops with contempt, when did the army dare to compete with the navy. Not long ago, he made contact with the gunboat Donetsk stationed in White Kalitva, and after reporting the coordinates of Dutov's troops, the Donetsk immediately gave Dutov a blow in the face.

Dutov retreated, his cavalry was actually more resistant to artillery fire than the infantry, so he didn't want to stay where he was and be a live target. After retreating five kilometers in one breath, the cargo stood in shock.

"Send someone to inform Your Excellency Krasnov that our troops are being blocked by a large group of red bandits near the village of Dyadin, and the enemy fire is very strong. Numerous machine guns and heavy artillery support. I can only retreat for the time being! ”

In fact, Boris's firepower was not as powerful as Dutov imagined, and the heavy artillery was from naval gunboats. It's quite true, as for the large number of machine guns, this is a misunderstanding by Dutov. A certain immortal left the Black Sea Strong, and supported Boris's marines with a dozen PK machine guns. Compared with the bulky and not good at transferring, the PK machine gun can be easily transferred.

It was this advantage that Boris gave Dutov the illusion that his machine-gun fire point shifted immediately after each shot. Dutov's artillery shelled every empty target, and there was no point in wasting shells.

However, these Dutov must not know what to do, and they didn't even think that a certain immortal who crossed over was helping Boris cheat. He will naturally only draw wrong conclusions if he uses old ideas, and his wrong conclusions will greatly mislead Krasnov.

"The main force of the Red Bandits was found in the direction of White Kaletva? Reinforced with a large number of machine guns and heavy artillery? How is this possible? ”

Krasnov was at a loss, how could it not go well no matter which direction he went, hit Mirerovo and touched a head, and Zhanmensk was blocked on the other side of the river in a hurry, preparing to sneak attack a white Kalitva, and even hit the main force of the Red Army reinforced with heavy artillery. It's like the rhythm of an ambush on all sides!

The successive encounters greatly weakened Krasnov's fighting spirit, and the foggy battlefield made him start to think cranky. In his anxiety and fear, he had the illusion that the Red Army had begun to encircle him from all directions, preparing to annihilate him in the area west of the Don River.

In a panic, Krasnov telegraphed to the new Constituent Assembly and the Provisional Government in Ufa for help.

Savinkov said worriedly: "Gentlemen, according to the telegram I have just received, the Red Bandits are preparing to carry out a large-scale combat operation in the Don River valley, the purpose of which is to annihilate our National Salvation Volunteers and Czech allies...... General Krasnov urgently demanded that we immediately put pressure on our Czech allies, that we should not continue to stand still, but that we should work together to break through the blockade of the Red Bandits and open a passage to Ufa......"

"Is the information reliable?" Avkesenziev asked, "I just contacted the Czechs, and they didn't mean to be the slightest bit nervous, could it be Krasnov's alarmism?" ”

Savinkov pouted: "What's the good of him being alarmist?" ”

Avkesenziev snorted coldly: "We all know that this General Krasnov has been trying to obtain full command of the Ukrainian forces in order to satisfy his personal ambitions...... Maybe that's his excuse? ”

With the so-called provisional regime in Ufa and the birth of a new Constituent Assembly, a new round of power struggles within the Social Revolutionaries began to intensify. Around the future Russian political system, around the command of the army, around all kinds of trivial matters, these people quarrel every day, and they never stop for a moment.

It can be said that as long as there is any opportunity to attack and hit the opponent, they will not let it go. Savinkov, who had single-handedly planned the first shot of the anti-Bolshevik rebellion in Ukraine, became the target of public criticism. Avkesentseyev, Jindinov, Bunakov and others are constantly trying to weaken Savinkov's influence, and as long as they support it, they will oppose it.

"Calm down, gentlemen! Let's get back to business! ”

Kolchak couldn't stand this kind of commotion anymore, and just now, in the blink of an eye, the topic of the meeting changed from the situation in Ukraine to the dispute over the terms of the preparatory constitution 108,000 miles away. This kind of leapfrog thinking made him stunned and worried.

Before he returned home, he had heard about the strangeness of the Socialist-Revolutionaries, and he suspected that the Bolsheviks were deliberately vilifying their political opponents. But when he really dealt with these grandsons, he found that this was not scandalization, let alone slander, and even rumors could not fully explain the incompetence and pedantry of these children.

Anyway, Kolchak understood why Kornilov would suddenly make a coup d'état, and why he would suddenly fire the first shot of the Countersocial Revolutionary. It's not that Kornilov took the wrong medicine, and it's not that he has a sick brain! Because now he can't bear it anymore, and he has the urge to kill these idiots! (To be continued......)

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