With great determination, Pjanitsky told Krylov that he would never abandon the Main Directorate of Posts, Telecommunications and Telephones, and would never retreat.

"Prepare for battle!" Pijanitsky brandished his pistol and roared viciously, not only at Krylov, but also at the soldiers who were watching his expression, "Hold your ground, those who retreat will be killed!" ”

As if to show his courage to break the boat, Pjanitsky did not hesitate to command his guards: "Invite Comrade Krylov out of the city!" There is no need for someone like him on the battlefield! ”

Krylov was dejected from the General Directorate of Posts, Telecommunications and Telephones, and to be honest, he was relieved to flee from this dangerous building, and he would never have approached the building that was about to fall by the enemy had it not been for the order of the Revolutionary Military Council. Especially when Pjanitsky's attitude was still so stubborn and vicious.

There was even a trace of resentment in Krylov's heart, and he sincerely hoped that the White Army would immediately capture the General Directorate of Posts and Telecommunications and Telephone and eliminate Pjanitsky, so as to give him a bad breath.

Of course, Krylov's wish was destined to be difficult to achieve, and although the Whites had a numerical advantage, they were both a rabble and lacked weapons and ammunition, and they would be overwhelmed by the sturdy General Directorate of Posts, Telecommunications and Telephones.

"Do you really think so, Comrade Andrei?" Mikoyan was surprised by someone's confidence in Pjanitsky, "According to the information just received, there are thousands of enemies besieging the Main Directorate of Posts and Telecommunications and Telephone, and Comrade Pjanitsky has only 200 people. ”

Speaking of which. Mikoyan greeted Yezhov's ancestors for eight generations. Although he knew that the goods were timid, afraid of death, and had no discipline. But I really didn't expect that his IQ would also be negative, and he would be fooled by such a little trick of the Moscow Revolutionary Military Council, and throw himself into the net like an idiot.

At the thought of Yezhov's stupidity, the flame in Miko's heart soared upward, and if this fool had remained in the General Directorate of Posts, Telecommunications and Telephones, he would not have to worry about Pjanitsky at all. Now, he felt that the only thing that could save Pjanitsky, or the General Directorate of Posts, Telecommunications and Telephone, was to reinforce Pjanitsky. However, this will weaken the attacking force. It's really hard to do!

"The disparity between the strength of the enemy and the enemy is indeed huge!"

Li Xiaofeng seemed to be echoing Mikoyan, which made the latter very disdainful, believing that such obvious facts did not need to be repeated. But immediately Li Xiaofeng let Mikoyan know that he didn't mean that.

"Comrade Pjanitsky has an absolute superiority and can definitely beat the enemy hard. We don't have to be distracted by him, now our most important task is to launch an attack on the enemy's hometown! ”

Mikoyan was dumbfounded, or his brain was a little insufficient, a thousand against two hundred, how could he not see any advantage of Pjanitsky, could it be that the kid in front of him was so dark that he was ready to die. Sacrifice Pjanitsky directly?

If this speculation is true, then Mikoyan must definitely remind himself to raise his vigilance of 120,000 points. God knows if this little fox will betray him.

"You're not kidding? Comrade Andrey? Mikoyan was ready to make the final confirmation, and if someone turned his face and didn't recognize him, he would immediately strike first.

"Of course I'm not joking," Li Xiaofeng didn't care very much, he said very calmly: "Although Comrade Pjanitsky is small, he has ten machine guns and sufficient ammunition, while our enemies seem to have a lot of people, but in fact they are just a group of rabble, and they still lack weapons and ammunition. Expecting to use crowd tactics to break through the defense line of the General Administration of Posts, Telecommunications and Telephones is a fool's dream! ”

"Doesn't seem to be the case? It seems that this little fox really had faith in Pjanitsky? Mikoyan thought suspiciously, "Are you sure?" He asked in a distrustful tone.

Li Xiaofeng said with a smile: "I'm very sure! And I have already proven it in the Kremlin. In modern warfare, numerical superiority alone does not make much sense, and automatic weapons, especially machine guns, will tell our enemies how outrageously wrong they are! ”

Although Mikoyan did not fully believe Li Xiaofeng's words, given someone's self-confidence and someone's results on Red Square, it seems that there is some truth in his words. Since someone is not dead and unsaved, he does not need to be unforgiving.

"But what if?" Mikoyan made the last assumption, "What if Pjanitsky is outnumbered and can't hold it?" ”

"That's okay!" Li Xiaofeng replied casually, "The General Administration of Posts, Telecommunications and Telephones is of little significance, I have already instructed Comrade Pjanitsky to destroy all communication equipment if it cannot be defended!" ”

Speaking of this, Li Xiaofeng paused and sneered: "But I think this possibility is very small, and Comrade Vladimirsky is in the Kremlin, and he will not die at a critical moment!" ”

Mikoyan nodded slowly, and finally agreed with Li Xiaofeng's statement, there is really no need to worry too much, Vladimirsky is arming workers in the Kremlin, and as time goes by, their army will only grow more and more, even if they lose the General Directorate of Posts and Telecommunications and Telephone for a while, they can take it back!

Since he no longer had to be distracted by the General Directorate of Posts, Telecommunications and Telephones, Mikoyan immediately turned all his attention to the next attack. According to his understanding, such an important military operation should have been commanded by someone personally, but to his surprise, it was the immensely young Rokossovsky who actually commanded the battle.

At half past seven in the morning, when the belated dawn lit up the sky, the storm, commanded by Rokossovsky, began. Operating the captured infantry guns, the first shots of the counterattack were fired by the soldiers of the 36th Reserve Artillery Battalion.

At the time of the explosion, Second Lieutenant Kulikov was inspecting the positions guarded by his troops, the Alexandria Military Academy, the base camp of the cadets and the National Salvation Revolutionary Committee.

The first shell exploded less than a hundred meters away from him, and as a veteran of the battlefield, the second lieutenant seemed to care. Neither afraid. I'm not nervous either. After getting up from the ground, he issued an order to the non-commissioned officers and cadets around him in a rather casual tone: "Don't stay still!" Find cover now! ”

The second lieutenant shoved any of the cadets who came close to him, even kicking them in the ass with his boots, driving the goose to the nearest cover, "Spread out!" Go behind the wall, move fast! ”

These rookies who had never been to the battlefield were scared to the core, and if they weren't alerted by a sober person, they would lie silly until they were blown to pieces.

However, the batch of shells that exploded afterwards showed. Their shelter is not strong enough. A concrete sentry box was reduced to a mass of tattered debris with a loud bang.

"Oh my God!"

"We can't stay here!" One of the cadets screamed and rushed out of hiding in a frenzy, and Second Lieutenant Kulikov could only watch as a shell exploded in front of him, and then the poor boy flew and then fell headlong on the hard ground.

"Damn idiot!"

Kulikov frowned, such a sacrifice was not worth it, but all he could do was turn his head to the poor worms who were trembling with fear behind him: "If anyone wants to die, then he is your example!" Do you understand? No one is allowed to act rashly without my command! ”

"Understood. Sir! ”

A poor non-commissioned officer subconsciously straightened up and saluted, as if to highlight the dramatic effect even more. The poor creature was immediately cut off in half by a piece of shrapnel, and red and white flew everywhere.

Ensign Kulikov was furious and helpless, so he had to hate the lesson: "Fools, you are all optimistic. It's not a playhouse, it's a battlefield! If you don't take what I teach you seriously, you're dead! Gentlemen, be ready for battle, the Bolsheviks will soon begin to charge after the end of the shelling. I'm going to give them a little bit of color. ”

The nervous cadet immediately began to carry out this order, and in a panic he even forgot to salute Kulikov, but the second lieutenant did not care at all. He calmly passed through at least three groups of soldiers who were scurrying around like frightened rabbits to avoid artillery fire, and nearly ten violent explosions in a row, jumped into a trench, and roared at his heralds.

"Sir...... What's up? The herald shuddered, barely speechless.

"Calm down, soldier." Kulikov looked at the herald with fierce eyes until his body stopped trembling, and then told him: "Go to the command at once, tell Major Yazov about the situation here, and convey my request: I need reinforcements!" ”

The second lieutenant stopped, because it was no longer necessary to send a soldier to the command to ask for reinforcements. Because Major Yazov has entered the position. To be precise, he was like a panicked rabbit, sometimes running wildly, sometimes dodging, and crawling towards him.

When Major Yazov had just rushed into the trench where they were hiding, just in time to avoid a storm of artillery fire that swept over, Kulikov threw away the herald, saluted Yazov, and at the same time made a direct request: "Major, I urgently need reinforcements!" ”

"Be careful, Matvey, you're like a live target." Yazov gasped, the command was a little farther away from the forward positions, running such a long distance, and still having to avoid the Bolshevik fire, the major urgently needed to catch his breath before he could continue to speak: "I don't want a veteran like you to go to heaven like this!" As for your request, it's a pity. Ensign, without reinforcements, you can only rely on the existing soldiers. ”

"I have only four hundred soldiers, Major!"

"I know what we do, but you know what trouble we have, second lieutenant." Yazov shouted, "Major Vershinin has taken all the remaining reserves, and I have nothing left to support you!" ”

As they spoke, a shell that suddenly fell more than ten meters in front of them and smashed several soldiers hiding in the trench.

The major's body trembled slightly, and he scolded hatefully: "Damn the Bolsheviks, sooner or later I will settle this account back." ”

Curses and invective are common practices to alleviate fear, and sometimes they have the desired effect. Yazov felt that he could speak normally, so he shouted: "We have limited forces. Matvey, if you send soldiers from other directions to reinforce you, there will be no way to defend from other directions. ”

"And your unit is already one of the most complete of all the troops, and the equipment is also the best." However, Yazov did not say the last sentence. Because he knew the Tao, after two large-scale transfers. The Alexander Military Academy was defended by less than two battalions of cadets. The vast majority lacked weapons and equipment. Kulikov's battalion consisted of only three machine guns and an old-fashioned mortar.

From Yazov's point of view, of course, he knew that 400 soldiers, three machine guns and one artillery would definitely not be able to withstand the Bolsheviks with artillery support, so Kulikov's request for reinforcements from the command was reasonable, but the reality doomed his reasonable demand to be unfulfilled.

"I'm sorry, second lieutenant." Yazov could only helplessly spread his hands.

"It looks like I can only do my best." After a moment of silence, Kulikov asked another question: "How long do you want me to hold out, Major?" ”

"Stall, second lieutenant."

This is the only thing Yazov asked Kulikov to do. Although the likelihood of completing it is becoming weaker and weaker. Because at this very moment when he was talking to Yazov. The heavy artillery fire had already added a dozen new casualties to his troops, and the non-commissioned officers who had not been on the battlefield cowered in groups of three or five, and if any shells fell around them, they could take at least three lives.

Kulikov could see his soldiers engulfed in fireworks, and even though he still seemed as calm and calm as he had been, in fact, he was already in a rage.

"I'll get the job done, Major." Kulikov assured Yazov that "before all my soldiers are killed." The Bolsheviks did not want to enter the Alexandria Military Academy. ”

Yazov nodded: "I believe in you, Mavit......"

He wasn't done yet. Kulikov interrupted: "But you have to give us the confidence to persevere, Major!" I wonder how you're going to deal with this endless shelling? We can't be beaten so passively! ”

"They will always stop shelling, otherwise they will run out of shells before they can completely destroy us." Yazov replied.

"Maybe the enemy has a very ample artillery shell." Kulikov said worriedly.

"So what do you suggest. Mavit? ”

Kulikov did have an idea: "I propose to shrink the line of defense and withdraw the troops to the building of the military academy, which should reduce our casualties, and we can rely on the building to fight the enemy in the street!" Unless they intend to raze the Alexander Military Academy to the ground, they can only end the shelling! ”

"It doesn't seem like a good idea. Mavit. Yazov spoke, "You know that the Revolutionary Committee for National Salvation does not like us to abandon our positions, nor does it like street fighting, and even less does it like shells falling on their heads. They ordered us to keep the enemy out of the academy! ”

"That means our soldiers will face extremely harsh combat conditions, and in the end we will not be able to hold the line!"

Kulikov's expression and tone revealed a strong indignation, although he worked for the National Salvation Revolutionary Committee. But that doesn't mean he really wants to give his life for those old men who can only talk big.

Although Kulikov was a little impressed by Major Yazov, he soon gave up on accepting this genuine proposal.

Because......

"The Bolsheviks are coming, they are advancing here!" Someone shouted.

Yazov and Kulikov simultaneously poked their heads out from behind the bunkers where they were hiding and looked into the distance. Hundreds of "rebels" dressed in home or work clothes scattered and slowly and gradually advanced towards their forward positions.

The two blinked together: the Bolshevik "rebels" were a little staggering in number, throwing thousands of them into the first attack on each other. Then they retreated behind bunkers, "It doesn't seem to be a regular army." Kulikov said, "Judging by their clothing and messy formation, this is supposed to be the Workers' Red Guards." ”

"That's right, it's the Workers' Red Guards." Yazov nodded affirmatively, "There is no doubt that this is good news, if it is only the Workers' Red Guards, this rabble has nothing to fear!" Maybe if we shoot, we'll be able to scare them into turning around and fleeing! ”

Kulikov knew what Yazov meant, but he did not particularly agree with this conclusion: on the one hand, even the Workers' Red Guards, the number of enemies was staggering, and on the other hand, the morale of the Workers' Red Guards was very high, and these stupid workers were not afraid of death at all in order to fight for their power. Thirdly, just by glancing at it just now, he could see that the other side seemed to be much better armed than the cadets under him, at least each worker had a rifle. And the boys under his command can only get a weapon for an average of three people.

Therefore, Kulikov was not at all as excited and confident as his superiors, and he was not at all optimistic that he would be able to hold his ground.

"Major," Kulikov called to his superiors again, ready to make another suggestion of his own, but unfortunately, the excited major had already turned away, and from his relaxed pace, he seemed very optimistic!

"Hey!" Kulikov sighed, he knew that it was useless to say anything, Yazov would not accept his advice.

Shaking his head, Kulikov slowly crawled back among his soldiers and gave them the order: "Prepare for battle!" Aim at your targets and defeat them! ”

Despite the fact that the artillery of the Bolsheviks was still firing, the cadets quickly entered their positions, and on Kulikov's orders, those with guns raised their rifles, and those without guns stupidly watched the slowly approaching enemy.

Kulikov stared at it motionless, and gave a series of orders in a loud voice: "All of them, three hundred rulers, aim, prepare...... Fire! (To be continued......)