Yazov opened his mouth with difficulty, he hadn't drunk water for a day or a night, which made his throat dry and almost cracked, "How are those old men?" ”

"It's not a quarrel yet." Kulikov scoffed, "If I open the basement door, you should be able to hear them scolding the street." ”

"Obviously, these guys are much more resistant to drought than we are." Yazov also sneered, "I really don't know where they got so much saliva." Like me, my throat and eyes are almost smoking! ”

"Me too."

"Matvey, you shouldn't have come back. Although the Bolsheviks are not a good thing, at least they will give you water to drink! Yazov sarcastically took out a map and spread it on the table, then gestured to the soldiers around him. Gentlemen, come closer, and now we need to discuss the next battle plan. ”

The White soldiers were moving, but slowly, with a palpable fatigue, and now they needed rest rather than a combat meeting. But Yazov had nothing to do, there was a serious shortage of manpower, and there was no one to rest. Fortunately, those days are coming to an end soon, because they have reached the point of exhaustion.

"We've lost the library, the auditorium...... There are only canteens and two dormitories left...... Yazov pointed to the map, his gaze slowly swept over the faces of the White soldiers who were surging, and then said: "According to my speculation, there is a high probability - if not 100 percent, but at least 99 percent, that the Bolsheviks are about to launch a general offensive!"

He tried to create an atmosphere of fighting against the odds, expecting to see some changes in his expression. However, he was disappointed. Not a single White soldier's expression changed even the slightest. It's like they didn't hear what he said at all.

Of course. Virtually all the soldiers heard him, but they were so tired and exhausted that they needed a bed and a pillow more than a combat meeting. While these people can stay here and wait for new orders, participate in discussions about their next move, and even engage in an exchange of fire with a sudden enemy, they don't want to do anything else.

Yazovna sighed. Turning his gaze to Kulikov, who was looking at the map, only this old friend probably had more reactions than the others, "What do you think, speculation about me?" ”

Kulikov slowly raised his head: "I agree with you. His finger tapped lightly on the map, "The final hour is coming!" ”

"Great." Someone screamed mechanically.

"Yes, we're finally free." The other White soldier nodded a little numbly, "Instead of being so exhausted, it's better to have a good time." ”

"If you want to have fun, just shoot a melon in the head." The third man muttered, so low that almost no one could hear it.

"Do you want to inform the old men to prepare?" Kulikov asked suddenly.

He groaned for a moment. Yazov shook his head: "There is nothing good to tell them about this now, those fools will only cry and shout to make trouble for us!" He accentuated. rejected Kulikov's proposal, "and this is just my personal speculation, and it will not be too late to inform them when it becomes a reality." ”

"That's right, God knows what the reaction of those old men will be." Kulikov sarcastically said mercilessly, "Maybe they will be scared to the bottom of the news when they hear this." I bet they don't have the determination to do it or not! ”

"Don't say it so absolutely, Matvey." Yazov sighed, but he immediately realized that the sigh was more like agreeing with Kulikov's opinion, and immediately corrected: "Give them a little necessary respect, I believe that most of them still have the courage to die for their country." And they have not stopped their efforts for peace...... Although this hope is very slim, we cannot give up even if there is only one in 10,000 chance of it becoming a reality. ”

Kulikov nodded, sighed: "Well, colonel, your order?" ”

"I propose to first count our ammunition." Yazov said. "I also have a rifle and thirty rounds of ammunition, as well as a Nagan pistol and eighteen pistol bullets."

"One rifle, twenty rounds, and three grenades." Kulikov checked his gear, then looked at the others, "Your situation?" ”

“…… Thirteen scattered rifle rounds, six pistol rounds. ”

"Two pistols, thirty rounds of ammunition."

"There are nineteen rounds left in the rifle and only four in the pistol."

"Bullet ......"

One by one, the White soldiers reported the ammunition they had. Of course, it was a quick process that only took a few minutes. Except for the White Army soldiers, who were on guard outside, everyone got the job done, and Yazov and Kulikov's eyebrows furrowed at the same time.

"There are too few bullets to support a fight," Mr. Yazov said, "and we have to find a way to get some more ammunition." ”

"I'm afraid it's unlikely." Kulikov said with considerable certainty, "We have been controlled by enemy fire, we will not be able to get out of the river at all, as soon as we show our heads, we will be hit by their concentrated fire!" ”

Yazov thought about it and felt that Kulikov was right, it was a stupid idea to engage in ammunition, which would only waste valuable manpower in vain, and it would simply outweigh the gains.

He lamented: "It's all my fault......"

"It's not somebody's mistake." Kulikov interrupted him, "The only ones who are responsible for this are the damned old men, who miscalculated the situation!" ”

"No, I did make a big mistake." Yazov said bitterly, "If I could have prepared well in advance, if I had not made a wrong estimate of the fighting power of the Bolsheviks." ”

"You can't be blamed for that, no one could have predicted that our enemies would be so strong." Kulikov corrected

"But in reality it is...... However, there is no point in regretting it now. Yazov turned his attention away from his mistake, "Since we only have so many bullets, we can only pray that God will not cause us any more trouble." ”

"May our prayers bear fruit." There was a pause. Kulikov continued. "Even if we can survive today. But what about tomorrow? ”

"Hey, it's good to survive today...... Yazov shook his head and ordered, "Leave one-third of the people on guard, and the rest rest, and the second group will take over in two hours." Everyone hurry up and rest. ”

Kulikov nodded, and was just about to say yes, when he heard a White soldier suddenly say: "The Bolsheviks have come up!" ”

Yazov suddenly smiled bitterly, the Bolsheviks had launched more than a dozen attacks today. Although the scale of each time is not very large, but they can't ignore it, at first he still scoffed at the cautiousness of the enemy commander, but now he knows that the other party is simply deliberate, that is, to use wheel tactics to drag them down. And even if you know the Tao now, the lack of manpower is a hard injury, and this problem is not solved at all!

Yazov picked up his rifle, stood up, and said helplessly: "Brothers. guys, get ready to fight! ”

Meanwhile. Outside Moscow, about a regiment of cavalry was marching quickly in the dark. There is no doubt that this is a very strange thing. Usually at such times, the vast majority of the army was already camped and rested, and only units on special missions acted at night.

"How far are we from Moscow?" Voroshilov tilted his head to the left and looked at the commander of the cavalry regiment who led the way for him.

"If we continue at this pace, we will be on the outskirts of Moscow in about three hours." The commander of the cavalry regiment honestly replied, "However, Comrade Voroshilov, I have to remind you that our horses can no longer stand it. ”

Voroshilov looked down at the horse under his crotch, the poor brute was panting, all legs were shaking, and he knew that if he ran for ten more minutes, the horse would be finished, "Damn it!" He cursed.

The reason why he rushed to Moscow in such a hurry was because Ordzhonikidze sent him a telegram telling him that Li Xiaofeng was in Moscow and that he urgently needed someone like him with military power to correct this mistake, otherwise the prospects for the revolution in Moscow would be infinitely pessimistic.

He and Li Xiaofeng are old enemies, and they were disgraced by the other party during the July Incident, and they were driven out of Petrograd in disgrace. Now that I heard that there is a chance for revenge, how can you not be enthusiastic. However, who would have thought that these damn brutes were so ineffective that they couldn't stand it after only a few hours of running, what kind of broken horse is this?

"Is ten minutes of rest enough?" Voroshilov asked whimsically.

"I'm afraid it's not enough," said the cavalry commander with a wry smile, "at least an hour's rest, and preferably some fodder and water for them......"

"There is no shop in front of the village and no shop in the back, where can I find forage and water?!" Voroshilov shouted angrily, "You didn't prepare in advance before setting off for something!" ”

The cavalry commander could only continue to smile bitterly, and said in his heart: Did you give me a chance to speak before leaving? I want to warn you, but if you don't care about getting on your horse and leaving, who can remind you? If I hadn't deliberately ordered me to bring two horses, I guess the situation would have been even worse now.

"Looking at the map, how far is the nearest village from us?" Voroshilov commanded again.

"It's about eight versts away."

"Hell!" Voroshilov shook his head vigorously, this distance is not close, and it is absolutely impossible for the horse to insist on running this distance, so he can only grit his teeth and order: "All dismount and march forward on foot!" ”

In addition to Voroshilov, there was another person who was also annoyed, and he was Napokov. This is easy to understand, after arguing for the whole day and for most of the night, he had just laid down in bed, and before he could fall asleep, the White soldier in charge of the guard called him up and told him that Yazov was in a hurry to see him.

To be honest, Napokov didn't want to see Yazov at all, not only because the one-eyed dragon disturbed his sleep, but most importantly, because this self-righteous Qiu Hachi had swept his face and let go of a group of cowards and cowards in an arbitrary manner.

If those guys had remained in their positions, the situation would definitely not be so bad now. However, although Napokov was annoyed, his reason told him that Yazov still wanted to meet.

While Napokov was secretly angry, Yazov was anxious, thinking that the Bolshevik offensive was still only a feint and harassment. But the harsh reality gave him a slap in the face. His judgment was wrong. Rokossovsky after a full day of harassment. In the middle of the night, he suddenly threw a heavy punch and suddenly caught him off guard, and as expected, they were all finished before dawn.

"Colonel Yazov, is there anything wrong with being in such a hurry to find me?" Napokov, who had no idea what was coming, asked slowly.

"Your Excellency Duma!" Yazov was anxious and said quickly: "The Bolsheviks have launched a general attack!" ”

"Oh. I know what to say......" Napokov replied nonchalantly, but immediately he reacted, took two steps forward, and screamed at Yazov: "What did you say? Repeat! ”

Yazov sighed helplessly and said again: "The Bolsheviks have launched a general offensive, and it is only a matter of time before our most rear-end positions fall!" ”

"Bastard!" Napokov jumped to his feet in anger and yelled, "Why didn't you remind me earlier!" Do you know what it means? ”

"Of course I know what that means," Azov lamented in his heart, "I really don't understand the situation." It's you! ”

However, he said patiently: "The enemy's offensive is quite resolute, and I think it has reached the last time...... In this case. It is necessary for the National Salvation and Revolutionary Committee to make the most necessary preparations! ”

"What preparation?" Napokov glanced at him and asked viciously, "What are you going to prepare!" ”

Yazov said as a matter of course: "Of course, he is ready to die for his country!" ”

Napokov's eyes widened suddenly, and a whining sound came out of his throat, and it took a long time for him to ask, "Can't we surrender to the enemy?" ”

This question made Yazov quite unhappy, it was your National Salvation Revolutionary Committee that had resisted surrender before, and now, when my brothers were almost killed and wounded, you actually changed your mind. Is this worthy of the brothers who died before?

He held back his anger and said in a vicious voice: "In the previous negotiations, the enemy's attitude was ruthless and clear, and he would not treat the National Salvation Revolutionary Committee differently. According to their commanders, they will definitely punish you! So, I don't think it makes the slightest difference whether you surrender or not! ”

"Not necessarily!" Napokov walked around anxiously and suddenly said: "I think that is just a means of negotiation by the Bolsheviks, only to intimidate and threaten us, and its purpose is to put pressure on us...... The members of the Committee for the Salvation of the Country and the Revolution enjoy a high reputation in the country, and they dare not persecute us in the face of the condemnation of the whole world! ”

Speaking of this, he seemed to comfort himself, muttering: "That's right, that's it, they don't dare!" Saying that, he jerked up his head and said categorically: "Surrender, tell the Bolsheviks, we surrender!" ”

Napokov's attitude infuriated Yazov, who felt that he had been fooled, deceived, and fooled. He jerked out the pistol on his waist and aimed it at Napokov's head, shouting, "No surrender!" You damn bastards, that's how you fool me and my brother, don't you? ”

Napokov was startled by the fierce Yazov, his throat squirmed a few times, and he said tremblingly: "What are you doing? Major Yazov! I warn you, you are now acting in the most irrational way! The consequences are also extremely serious......"

Yazov smashed Napokov's head with the handle of his gun, opening a large hole in his head, which was very bloody and terrifying. But what was even more terrifying was his cannibalistic eyes, "Warn me! Isn't it just death! What else can you do! Even if Lao Tzu dies, he will drag you dog mongrels to hell together! As he spoke, he jerked off the hammer and slowly pulled the trigger on Napokov's head.

"Major Yazov! Calm down! Calm down! Napokov was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, "If you don't surrender, I promise you, we will fight to the end and die for our country...... We're not going to surrender, okay! ”

Yazov's chest rose and fell rapidly, and he waited viciously for Napokov, as if wondering whether this guy was telling the truth or a lie.

Seeing that his mood had stabilized a little, Napokov hurriedly continued: "According to your meaning, we will fight to the end, this is always okay, right?" ”

Yazov opened his mouth with difficulty, "What you said is true?" ”

"Of course it's true!" Napokov patted his chest and assured, "I vouch for my personality that every word I just said is true." I think that fighting in the end is very meaningful, and our heroic sacrifice will be a great inspiration to our people, and they will be inspired to ......."

Yazov slowly withdrew his pistol, and before turning around, he glared at Napokov in the back, "You'd better do what you say, otherwise, before I die in battle, I will definitely kill you first!" ”

As he spoke, he took a deep breath and said to Kulikov next to him: "Let's go!" ”

However, as soon as he and Kulikov turned around, Napokov, who was still kneeling and begging for mercy just now, gave his secretary a look, and immediately the little secretary pulled out his gun and aimed at Yazov and Kulikov and pulled the trigger in succession.

The moment the gun rang out, Yazov's head burst out with a large pool of blood, and when the bullet bounced off the wall, it also grazed Kulikov's cheek.

At that moment, Kulikov was stunned, and only Napokov's crazy laughter echoed in his ears: "Idiots, you go to die!" ”

Napokov's secretary frantically pulled the trigger and fired all the bullets out of the chamber, three of the six rounds hit Yazov, one of which hit him directly in the head. Of the other three bullets, one missed, and the remaining two hit Kulikov in the chest and left arm, respectively.

"You're a shit!"

Kulikov witnessed the death of his commander and good friend, and the anger in his heart completely exploded, and while the little secretary was busy changing bullets, he pulled out the bayonet at his waist, rushed forward, grabbed Napokov, who was about to escape, and stabbed him in the chest...... (To be continued......)

PS: Comrade Bobo, thank you from the bottom of my heart for your support!