Ubolevich won a big victory, crushing a division of Polish troops, but this had little to do with Mironov, for whom Ubolevich was not as good as rushing to the predetermined position in a hurry.

This desire became even more intense when he had resisted Pilsudski's lineage for nearly two days, and had beaten a cavalry brigade to the point of two unsatisfactory battalions.

Nestled in a random foxhole dug on the river beach, Mironov looked up at the sunny sky, a gesture he had maintained for some time, and from a distance he looked like a corpse.

In fact, Mironov felt that he was similar to a corpse, and in this small, damp space, he could not make much movement, and even had to turn over leisurely, because as soon as he showed his head, the Poles would be barren with guns.

Now, the only thing Mironov is thankful that he removed all the precious horses and wounded as soon as possible, otherwise this hell would have become even more terrible.

Once upon a time, in the battle to stop the Czech Legion, Mironov thought that he had fully seen the scenery of hell. At that time, he thought that there could be no worse, and now, he had to correct that thought.

Although the battle against the Czech Legion was hard, it had a somewhat advantageous geographical advantage, and he could fully entangle the enemy around the city. And now, his troops had been pressed to the vicinity of the river beach, which was empty, there was not even a single grass, and there was no shelter at all. The condescending Poles could see their actions clearly.

There are no secrets on such a battlefield. The only thing that can stop the enemy is flesh and blood. Anyway, this stretch of river beach is completely dyed red.

"Brigade commander. The enemy is attacking again! ”

Mironov could hear these words two or three times an hour, so he was so numb to them that he didn't even blink his eyes and asked without any emotion: "Where?" ”

"Position Five!"

Positions No. 5 and No. 6 are the only two remaining support points for Mironov, and they are actually two small uplifted sand dunes, which are still under the control of the independent cavalry brigade, which is why they were not driven down the river.

Around these two positions. The Separate Cavalry Brigade had been entangled with the Poles for a whole day, and the most common pattern was a Polish attack - the Poles were repulsed - the Poles attacked again - the Separate Cavalry Brigade launched a hand-to-hand counterattack - the Poles were repulsed again, a brief truce, and then the next attack.

"I wonder why you can't take a damn little dune, it's been a whole day, you've been delayed all day. Do you know that His Excellency Pilsudski was angry? ”

The Polish commanders hung their heads and remained unaccommodated for a long time, until the volcanic eruption of the army commander tossed over the table.

"Commander, the resistance of the Jews is fierce. The lads have done their best......"

"I don't want to listen to this kind of! I just want the troops to be able to cross the river right away! I sue you, before His Excellency Pilsudski removed me from office. I'll shoot you first! Now, take that dune for me. Immediately! Right away! ”

A new assault began at the urging of the Lord, and the Poles threw themselves into a whole reinforced regiment in one go, four battalions took turns, and mortars, mountain guns, and howitzers fired heavily in the direction of the dunes.

Mironov was still lying in the bunker, he had no intention of moving, and even leisurely began to count the enemy's artillery: "21...... 27…… 30…… 40…… 50……”

It wasn't until he counted to a hundred that he seemed to sigh: "My good boy, the Poles seem to be red-eyed!" ”

The Poles are in a hurry Mironov's adjutant doesn't know, he only knows that he is a little anxious, such a ferocious artillery bombardment means that the next enemy offensive will be extremely fierce, can Dayan, who is responsible for defending position No. 5, withstand it?

"Don't worry, give Dayan a little confidence, he will teach the Polish bastard a lesson!" Mironov replied nonchalantly.

Does Dayan have this ability? It should be said that after several battles, this very strong cavalry general has become more and more shrewd, and in addition to being brave, he is also becoming more and more proficient in fighting. Others were worried about the Polish shelling, but he didn't care at all.

Like Mironov, he stayed on the beach behind Position 5 and was concentrating on eating canned food, in his words: "Only when you are full will you have the strength to burst the Polish mongrel chrysanthemum!" ”

"The shelling is fierce! Battalion commander! ”

"I know!" Dayan picked up a ball of beef with a bayonet, stuffed it into his mouth, and replied while munching: "Polish mongrels like to waste shells, so let them waste it!" ”

Hey? Why did Dayan say that? Wasn't it his position that was bombarded? By the way, isn't this one in charge of guarding Position Five? Why didn't he stay in his position, but hid underneath and ate canned food? Could it be that he was also scared of being beaten, and he began to be greedy for life and afraid of death?

Dayan would never be afraid of death, he would have thought he was a dead man, and dying in battle was as simple as eating, sleeping and booing for him. The reason why he did not stay in the position to enjoy the rain of bullets from the Poles was very simple - as mentioned earlier, he became more and more shrewd the more he fought.

He himself explained it in his memoirs: "The fart is big and the sand dunes are small, and the enemy's platoon artillery falls down and covers them in minutes, and leaving a large force on them is to send the boys to their deaths!" Lao Tzu will not let my brothers die in vain! Hehe, at the end of each battle, I will ask the brothers to withdraw from their positions as soon as possible, leaving only one squad on it at most...... When the Polish miscellaneous shelling is over and rushes up with swagger, we will re-enter the position from behind the dunes and surprise them fiercely! ”

It was impossible to have joy, but the Poles were really frightened, and it was clear that the artillery fire had completely covered the not too big sand dune, and shells fell on it, not to mention the big living people, even flies, mosquitoes, and ants were going to be blown up. But as soon as they charged, the dune would rain out a rain of deadly bullets, reaping the lives of the boys like the scythe of death. Could it be that the Jews will be transformed into living people?

Finally. Lord Trekka jumped to his feet: "Attack." Go on the offensive! Fire! The artillery was ordered to open fire immediately. Blow up the kosher scrap on top! ”

At the same time, Dayan was shouting to his boys: "Get out, get out!" The observation post said that the Polish miscellaneous was going to fire again! ”

As if coordinated, when the Polish artillery re-entered the firing position and was ready to cover the enemy with a rain of bullets again, Dayan's boys left the dunes with rolling and climbing, and the shells fell again, and the ground cracked again. Then when the Polish artillery called it a day and withdrew from its positions. When the Polish troops charged again, Dayan's boys would return to their positions on time to reap the harvest of their lives.

If Dayan's boys played with ease, then at 175.2 heights, Makov and his second company were in a completely different state. Originally intended to hold out for only a few hours, they were firmly nailed to the 175.2 heights and held out for almost 24 hours.

In these 24 hours, they repelled more than 10 enemy attacks, killed and wounded more than 1,000 enemy soldiers, so to speak, if it were not for the nail of the second company. Trapped on the river beach, Mironov will be even more passive.

However, although the second company fought very well, they were only a company of more than 100 people after all. After more than 20 hours of fierce fighting, no more than 20 people in this company could breathe alive, and only about a dozen people were able to move.

Makov licked his parched lips, the fight was fought to this point, he no longer needed to boost morale, he didn't even need to speak. He didn't even need to command, as soon as the Polish crumbs came up, the rest of the brothers would spontaneously meet the battle, and all he needed to do was to fight like an ordinary soldier.

"Company commander...... There was only one person left in the first row, there were four brothers in the second row who could hold guns, and the third row was in a slightly better situation, and there were six brothers in the fourth row...... Four excluded Cross, who was seriously injured and unconscious, and the rest of the brothers were sacrificed ......"

The third platoon leader, Morientes, made the final report to Makov with tears in his eyes, this man who was covered in blood and lost an eye and a hand, who had not been anesthetized and did not cry out in pain and shed a tear when he had been amputated before, and now he was only making the simplest report, but he couldn't help but start crying.

Makov limped up to Morientes, put a hand on his shoulder, rubbed it heavily, and he didn't say a word, but it was better than a million words.

At this moment, the Poles below the hill moved again, but instead of resuming the attack, the footcloths began to shout:

"Hearken up, the Jews of the mountains, you have run out of ammunition...... There is no hope for you...... Surrender! Only surrender can save your lives! ”

“…… Don't be stubborn anymore, it doesn't make any sense, you will be crushed to powder under our powerful onslaught......"

“…… You have fulfilled your obligations as soldiers, and you can rest completely...... We promise that we will treat the captives well......"

A crisp burst of gunfire interrupted the Poles' shouting, and the machine gunner, whose legs had been broken, was wiped out with a precise burst of footcloth. He told the Poles with practical deeds - there are only Jews who died in battle, and there are no Jews who surrendered!

"Stubborn fool!" Bienyuk scolded hatefully.

It was still his battalion that was in charge of the main attack on the 175.2 heights, and it was about the same as the battle a day before, no matter how many troops he put into it in one go, no matter how much fire support he received, the Jews on the mountain were like Xiao Qiang who could not be killed, and every time he could drive his young man wolf down from the mountain.

For this inconspicuous little mound, his battalion had already suffered more than half of its casualties, and the mountains were littered with the corpses of his young men, and when the shells fell, the flying stumps and broken arms made him faintly sick.

Of course, Bienyuk was lucky, as a battalion commander, he did not have to charge with ordinary soldiers, he only had to crouch in the command post at the bottom of the mountain to look at the battlefield with a telescope. And those Poles who were on the front line felt more directly and worse about this unusually bloody battle.

Polsack was a soldier of the 3rd Company of the Bienuk Battalion, and many years later he could not forget the bloody battle on the heights of Jì175.2: "We all called that hill Hell Mountain, and that battle was also called the bloody battle of Hell Mountain, but I don't think Hell is enough to describe the horror there, it is not a hell, but a real purgatory......"

"Our battalion has launched 5 attacks before. The Banderovsky battalion, which accompanied us in the siege of Hell Mountain, launched three attacks. The Goransky battalion also attacked twice. Our three battalions stormed this little hill for a day and a night. Please note that it was a solid day and night, except for lunch and dinner in between, we were attacking almost all the time! ”

"The hillside was charred black, except for the craters and corpses, and according to the recollection of Jopp, who had rushed up the hill, the top of the hill had been blown flat, and not a single tree or stone could be found. All shattered by heavy shelling! ”

And to our surprise, the Jews remained at what was supposed to be a forbidden area for life...... Of course, they have nowhere to retreat, Hell Mountain is surrounded by us, not to mention a big living person, not even a rat even wants to escape! ”

What I never understood was, how did the Jews survive such a desperate situation? Even if they are not afraid of death, they do not rest, and they can even skip meals. But you always have to drink water, right? After the rain stops, in the hot weather of more than 40 degrees Celsius, you will sweat when you move. Don't drink water? So how do you survive? But I can swear to God, there is no water on that mountain, not a drop of water, except that mud is dirt! ”

By the way, Polsac was not right at all, there was really no water on the 175.2 heights, there was no water on the mountains, and all the fresh water stored by the Poles had been blown up into the sky under heavy shelling. Makov and his boys were indeed thirsty, and when they were thirsty, they could only drink urine, and when they had no urine to drink, they could only grab a handful of moist dirt with a unique flavor of gunsmoke to moisten it, and in this extremely unfavorable situation, they always persevered, always refused to surrender, until the battle was won.

Let's go back to Polsack's memory: "At 6 o'clock in the evening, when we had a little supper in a hurry. Everyone didn't dare to eat too much, because we had to do strenuous exercise next, and it was definitely not a good choice to eat full, and the environment of Hell Mountain was ...... Tsk, let's put it this way, it's best not to stuff too much food into your stomach when you go there, it's hard to throw up...... I've seen a new recruit come up the hill and start vomiting and even throwing up bile......"

"Hell Mountain is really disgusting, before you get close, you can smell a smell that you will never forget, it's not gunsmoke, what is gunsmoke? It's the smell of corpses, which quickly begin to decompose due to exposure to the sun, giving off a strong 'infernal fragrance', and everyone who climbs Hell Mountain for the first time will be smoked with a ......."

"The battle began, and I crawled forward with my head buried in the pile of corpses, completely indifferent to the 'fragrance of hell'. For me, the smell is nothing, and I know very well that if I can't even tolerate the slightest smell, it will soon become an object that emits this smell......"

"I was followed by the recruit Yeka, a very likable young man who was very good at things and very well-behaved, so as a senior I gave him a little bit of a little advice: 'Plug your nose and breathe as much as you can through your mouth, it will make you feel a little better!'. Yeka was obedient and did what I said, but it wasn't enough to just plug your nose, because you couldn't blindfold it, and when you saw a corpse full of maggots, and even crawled between them, you would understand that the smell really didn't matter! ”

Yeka threw up, and the poor boy threw up and convulsed, and after a while he probably had a nervous breakdown, and heard him scream, and bounced off the pile, turned around, and ran back. I remember yelling at him, and I ordered him to get down and come back immediately. But he didn't listen, and stumbled through the pile of corpses, running away with the other recruits who had just arrived at Hell Mountain......"

"The company commander was so angry at this that when I turned to look at him, he was already holding his rifle: 'Don't run away!' Otherwise, there will be no mercy! ’。 Then I heard the company commander shouting there: 'All of them, aim at the deserters, shoot!' ’。 After a burst of crackling gunfire, Yeka remained forever in Hell Mountain with the other fleeing recruits......"

"Yeka's death may have touched me a little, but by then I was completely numb, and after killing the deserters, we continued to climb up the pile...... In my experience, there is no need to worry about the Jews' guns for the first half of the journey, when they are suppressed by our artillery fire and are unlikely to shoot. What we really need to worry about is the last 30 meters, don't look close, but by this time the artillery support has stopped, and the Jews can calmly lean out of the trenches and foxholes and open fire on us...... And because of the proximity, they also played very accurately. At that time, we would charge under the leadership of the officer. Yes, silly boy, it's a charge, not a shot, staying where you are means waiting to die, only a charge can you survive! ”

"WE USUALLY CALL THIS LAST DISTANCE THE LAST FRIGHT, AND IF YOU CAN'T GET THROUGH, IT MEANS YOU'RE FINISHED, AND IF YOU DO, YOU HAVE TO FACE THE JEWS, AND BRUTAL HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT IS WAITING FOR YOU. That time was no exception, less than thirty of us were able to make it through the last thirty meters alive, and then the tragic hand-to-hand combat began! ”

"I was actually quite happy at the time, because there were only a dozen or so Jews in front of us who were not standing still, and we thought that this time we would definitely end this bloody battle. But we were wrong, the Jews are devils, and I saw with my own eyes that our company commander stabbed a one-eyed Jew in the chest. It stands to reason that he was dead, but what I didn't expect was that he was completely indifferent to the blade that pierced his chest, and with his backhand, he cut off the company commander's skull with a sapper shovel, and then rushed into the crowd with a bundle of grenades, and the violent explosion directly reimbursed half of our brothers! I was terrified, and after screaming, I dropped my rifle and fled down the hill with a rolling belt......" (To be continued......

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